You've Got Trouble Now-Big Trouble!

Boom! The entire sky seemed to shake as though heaven and earth were collapsing. The terrifying giant palm of condensed energy exploded on the spot.

The fat man let out a scream. Blood streamed down his entire arm, which hung limp at his side—it had been crippled.

Everything had happened too quickly. No one had time to see clearly what had happened. Just moments ago, the fat man had been displaying his Divine Might, and those independent cultivators had been trembling beneath his tyrannical intimidation. Yet in the blink of an eye, his entire arm had been crippled.

Everyone looked over and saw a man in green robes standing proudly alone amid the independent cultivators.

Ye Xiwen frowned slightly as he looked at the fat man, his expression cold and devoid of sympathy. This fat man disgusted him greatly. He had seen plenty of arrogant, overbearing people, but never one quite like this fat man.

Their arrogance lay in their indifference and disregard, in never putting others in their eyes. Yet they would not take pleasure in toying with others like this man did. Ye Xiwen found that deeply repugnant.

"You're the one who looks like a rabid dog, biting people everywhere," Ye Xiwen said coolly.

Everyone froze where they stood. They had not expected Ye Xiwen to say such a thing. Indifference—yes, utter indifference, the kind that showed he had not taken the matter to heart at all.

This was a coldness even more piercing than contempt. Contempt still meant you had been noticed, but disregard meant not being put in one's eyes at all, as though one were facing an ant.

You could step on it without any reaction whatsoever. That was the feeling.

That single sentence made the independent cultivators feel immensely satisfied. No one wanted to