"Does anyone else have anything to say?" Ye Xiwen asked with a cold smile, his expression filled with disdain and mockery.
The North Mountain Clan experts caught within Ye Xiwen's massive gaseous hand flushed bright red. They all understood exactly what his contempt meant.
What kingly clan of the Hundred Clans Alliance?
Weren't they now being held in his hand like dead dogs? Kingly clan? What a joke!
Yet none of them dared make a sound. Even as they watched the honor of the North Mountain Clan being trampled beneath Ye Xiwen's feet, there was nothing they could do.
"Then let me ask. Since you are members of the North Mountain Clan, you should know where Bei Shanling is, right?" Ye Xiwen asked.
"You actually want to pry out the Young Clan Lord's whereabouts? What exactly are you after?" one North Mountain Clan expert demanded.
Bang! Ye Xiwen crushed that North Mountain Clan expert with another slap. Blood splattered everywhere, yet Ye Xiwen did not even blink. He merely smiled faintly.
But in the eyes of the remaining North Mountain Clan martial artists, that smile was no different from a demon's.
"I'll talk, I'll talk, I know!" At last, one North Mountain Clan martial artist could no longer endure the terrifying atmosphere and spoke up. "The Young... Bei Shanling is currently in Suiyang City, a thousand li from here."
"Just cooperate obediently," Ye Xiwen said with a faint smile.
Ye Xiwen released them, turned into a streak of golden light, and flew toward Suiyang City.
"Quick, send word and notify the Young Clan Lord!" a North Mountain Clan expert hurriedly shouted, immediately sending out the message. "Damn it, that lowly human dared humiliate our North Mountain Clan like this! We must make him pay the price and leave him without