"Not bad willpower. Shame your martial arts are lacking. I already showed mercy. If you still fail to appreciate kindness, then you cannot blame me."
Xiang Yang had begun to feel some appreciation for the two. With merely Houtian cultivation, they had endured his mental pressure and come this far; they were indeed exceptional talents with promising futures. But that was all.
To put it bluntly, Cangyun Mountain Villa was not truly some prestigious righteous sect. It was a wolf in sheep's clothing—an actual devil's den that had developed who knew how many disciples of the demonic sects. Xiang Yang had no favorable impression of it, for he had always held considerable distaste for the demonic path itself.
This was not because he had been influenced by worldly prejudice. Xiang Yang himself was no stickler for rules. It was simply that, from what he had learned and experienced in the past, the demonic sects truly had done few good deeds. Most of what they did was harm others for their own gain, utterly beneath Xiang Yang's notice.
As Xiang Yang spoke, he also employed a little of the Sound Wave Technique. Though his voice was not loud, the sound waves surged forth, driving aside the air and piercing the eardrums of the two young experts like sharp needles. Both cried out miserably at once, dropped their weapons, clutched their ears, and rolled across the ground in indescribable agony.
This move robbed them of their ability to act without inflicting any serious injury. Xiang Yang had deliberately held back.
Compared to his younger days, when he killed at the slightest disagreement, Xiang Yang had become far more merciful and tolerant.
"Friend, what a vicious hand you have. May I ask where you come from, and what business brings you to my