A Ruthless Slap in the Face

They heaved a sigh of relief, yet at the same time, rage surged to the heavens. Within their sects, Heaven's Chosen like Wei Mingyang had been casually tossed down by Ye Xiwen like garbage. This was a naked humiliation.

Yet at this moment, their faces could only turn livid, unable to utter a single word. Ye Xiwen had already shown mercy. If he had killed them on the spot, what could they have said?

But Ye Xiwen's words stabbed into their hearts like needles, making them unbearably uncomfortable. Since when had they been looked down upon like this? If anyone else had said such things, they would have erupted on the spot and let that person witness the fury of overlords.

But those words had come from Ye Xiwen. Their pride, their Heaven's Chosen, were scarcely any better than trash in Ye Xiwen's hands. This left them without the confidence to say anything harsh. With the facts laid bare before them, saying anything now would only be courting humiliation.

They might have been powerful and overbearing, but they were not shameless enough to deny reality.

"Since all my martial nephews are unharmed, that is naturally for the best. Fists and feet have no eyes, after all. In the future, it would be better to keep your eyes open. It would be quite unfortunate if you happened to kick an iron plate," Huang Wuji said blandly.

His words made those foreign overlords so depressed that they nearly vomited blood. Martial nephews? Damn it, how long had he been Palace Lord, and he was already raising himself by a generation? They were clearly of the same generation, yet he was calling them martial nephews. How could they not be vexed?

But no matter how vexed they were, there was nothing they could