With just one word—"Scram"—Star Priest Hong Yuan looked like a bullied young wife, terrified out of his wits and utterly at a loss.
Moon Priest Pi Zhilong's face flushed crimson, as though it were burning.
The Battle Soul Hall's dignity had been utterly tossed away by Ye Zhen's single word: "Scram."
Even if they had exchanged a few moves before being defeated, they could still have found an excuse. But one "Scram" had sent their Battle Soul Hall's Star Priest sprawling on his backside. It felt no different from Ye Zhen slapping them across the face.
The priests watching from all directions were utterly shocked as they stared at Ye Zhen, who seemed like a divine being.
For in that instant, this ninth-layer Spirit-Connecting Realm martial artist at the peak of his cultivation suddenly gave them the feeling of gazing up at a towering mountain.
Of course, some well-informed priests knew Ye Zhen's reputation. This was the ruthless man who had dared to fight a late-stage World King Realm Balhu head-on and seriously injured him, who had even dared to surround and attack a Grand Authority Priest.
So it was no surprise that a single furious roar had scared a Star Priest into tumbling head over heels.
"If the Battle Soul Hall only sends out trash like this, you might as well rename yourselves the Buttocks Hall!" Ye Zhen said mockingly, pointing at the three glittering golden characters on the Battle Soul Hall's plaque.
"Daring to insult my Battle Soul Hall? You're courting death!"
The moment Ye Zhen said this, Moon Priest Pi Zhilong let out an angry roar and stepped forward. The ground boomed thunderously beneath him as Spiritual Light burst from his body. Two massive hammers suddenly appeared in his hands, and he swung them like a raging