Intolerable-He Made His Move

Even after being cursed as dogs, they still did not dare curse back. They merely stared fixedly at the group of young people. Though their faces had gone red with anger, they did not dare utter a word in rebuttal.

They were all independent cultivators. In the cultivation world, aside from a small number of exceptionally gifted independent cultivators with complete inheritances, most independent cultivators occupied the very bottom rung and held little status.

The group of young people before them were their natural opposites: disciples of great sects. It was like a group of poor losers running into a group of rich, handsome young masters. Even if those rich young masters did nothing at all, they still utterly crushed the poor losers.

Reality was this cruel.

"Ha ha ha, take a look. Don't these people look like a pack of mad dogs driven insane with rage?" the fat man burst out laughing.

The young people beside him also broke into laughter, seemingly echoing the fat man's words.

The person he was addressing was a man in his twenties, dressed in magnificent robes. He had sword-like brows, starry eyes, and an extraordinarily handsome face, carrying himself with remarkable bearing.

The fat man's words made him furrow his brows slightly. "Brother Zhou, that was a little too much!"

The fat man's smug expression immediately stiffened. It was as though he had never expected Brother Wang to speak to him like that for the sake of independent cultivators whom he regarded as insignificant as weeds.

A flash of venom and hatred passed through his eyes. Though it vanished in an instant, Ye Xiwen caught it, and his brows faintly knitted. It was true that independent cultivators held low status in the cultivation world, but taking pleasure in mocking them showed that this