"You..." Xuanyuan Jing flew into a rage, her aura surging as she assumed a stance to strike Wei Fan.
She truly had intended to attack Wei Fan, but recalling how he had slain three Martial Saints of the Wang Family not long ago, she forcibly suppressed the urge.
She was in the Saint realm and knew full well how difficult it was to kill Wang Jinyao. Besides, if she truly fought Wei Fan here, no matter who won or lost, people would only laugh at the Xuanyuan Family.
"Insolence!"
"Wei Fan, how dare you disrespect Sister Jing!"
The two Xuanyuan Family men were equally furious, yet neither dared to make a move.
Wei Fan raised a brow. "You were the ones who were rude first. What the hell are you? What gives you the right to come before me and pass judgment?
"Without good ancestors, you're not worth a fart. Look at those noses of yours pointed at the sky—anyone who didn't know better would think you were pigs.
"Back then, Emperor Xuanyuan carved a path through thorns and brambles to forge a glorious age for humanity, earning the title of Human Emperor. To have descendants like you... he would be ashamed!"
Laughter erupted all around. Li Jianchen and the others stared wide-eyed. They had not expected Wei Fan to be ferocious not only in battle, but also with his tongue. Xuanyuan Jing and the other two were so enraged that fire seemed to shoot from their eyes, yet they did not dare retort with a single word.
Because Wei Fan was praising Emperor Xuanyuan. If they fought back, it would be tantamount to denying Emperor Xuanyuan's glorious achievements.
Xuanyuan Jing was beside herself with fury, but she ultimately forced down her anger. "Sharp-tongued. A martial artist relies on ability,