"Trying to deal with me using poison of this level? Don't make me laugh!" A disdainful smile flickered across Ye Xiwen's lips. For ordinary people, their strength lay in their skin and flesh, but the Tyrant Body's might had seeped into Ye Xiwen's marrow, organs, and even every single cell, each as tough as gold and iron.
He could fight dragons—what was a mere poisonous mist created by a King Tier expert?
This poisonous mist was indeed formidable, colorless and odorless. Yet the moment Ye Xiwen inhaled it, he sensed it. In just a few moves, he had dissolved it completely.
"That's impossible!" The old woman's eyes widened, disbelief filling them. She could not believe things had turned out like this.
"It is discourteous to come without returning the favor. I did not wish to cause trouble at the Princess Manor, but do you truly think I am a clay figurine with no temper?" Ye Xiwen moved in an instant, spreading his hand.
In an instant, golden light flooded forth, blanketing the entire void and obscuring everything.
Everyone was stunned, unable to react in time. Then they heard a scream. All they saw was the old woman being sent flying by Ye Xiwen's slap, smashing viciously into the ground. The earth cracked apart completely, while she crumpled on the ground like a lump of rotten mud.
"Ye Xiwen, you are far too arrogant! How dare you treat us Attendants like this in the Princess Manor!" Yin Old narrowed his eyes. He could already sense the threat Ye Xiwen posed. He had only just arrived and was already this overbearing. If this continued, who knew what would happen?
"Cut the nonsense. When you came knocking at my door, did you remember that this was the Princess Manor?" Ye Xiwen glanced at