Wen Haishan's Wrath

Now, Xiao Zhentian hated Xiao Chen to the bone.

Previously, Xiao Chen had made him lose face before so many people, even taking his Dao Flame from him, leaving him deeply humiliated and dissatisfied.

For a selfish, self-serving man like him, losing face hurt worse than being killed!

"What are you supposed to be? What makes you worthy of speaking to me like that?" Xiao Chen did not indulge him in the slightest.

Now that he had the strength to kill Xiao Zhentian alone, there was no need for him to be polite!

"You wretch, courting death!" Xiao Zhentian's gaze gradually turned cold.

"Zhenbei King, please mind your conduct!"

"You show disrespect to the Holy Son within our Tai Xu Sect—do you take our Tai Xu Sect for weaklings?"

"If this is your attitude, leave the Tai Xu Sect immediately!"

In an instant, more than a dozen terrifying King Realm divine senses within the Tai Xu Sect locked onto Xiao Zhentian.

They were all elders of the Chen Faction. They had known about Xiao Zhentian entering the sect and had been closely watching every move Xiao Zhentian and the others made!

They had initially thought Xiao Zhentian had come to seek out his relatives. Who would have thought that he had come looking for trouble?

Some of the hot-tempered Chen Faction elders could not endure it and issued a warning.

The terrifying force of their divine senses pressed down on Xiao Zhentian like mountains. Even as a King Realm expert, he could barely withstand it; his face turned pale, and sweat beaded across his forehead.

Suddenly, he realized that his eldest son was no longer the child he could manipulate at will. Xiao Chen now had powerful backing behind him!

"Zhentian, step back!"

Just then, Wen Haishan spoke. His temples