The information they had received said there were three of them together. Why was there only one in sight now? And Bu Haomiao looked as though he had been grievously wounded.
"They were all killed by him—by this Ye Xiwen! If you three hadn't arrived in time, I'm afraid I wouldn't have escaped his poisonous hands either!" Bu Haomiao glared at Ye Xiwen with a twisted expression.
Defeat at Ye Xiwen's hands and nearly being killed by him was the greatest humiliation of Bu Haomiao's life. Ye Xiwen had brought all of this upon him. He wished he could skin him, pull out his tendons, eat his flesh, and drink his blood.
"What? He actually killed them all? You truly are a pack of useless trash!" The burly middle-aged man snorted coldly. "Yang Zhentian, I told you long ago—these people outside are all trash. Don't be fooled by the fact that they're all at the Peak Stage of Death Mystic Realm. I could crush them to death easily with one hand!"
This burly middle-aged man clearly held Bu Haomiao and the others in utter contempt, looking upon them as ants. Bu Haomiao's face flushed crimson with rage, yet he did not dare erupt. These three were not only his saviors; more importantly, they were three heaven-defying monsters. If they truly wanted to kill him, it would take no more effort than blowing dust away. Offending people like them was no different from seeking his own death.
"Yan Rui, do you think everyone can stand shoulder to shoulder with our Wild Sky Battle Team? To ordinary people, these people already count as experts!" The young man said nothing, but the woman in red spoke up.
"That's true, Yanzi, but they really are too useless. They actually had some reputation, yet they