Iron Egg felt colder inside than anyone else.
But what could he do? The fellow disciples behind him had long since shown another face.
They simply were unwilling to stir up so much trouble for someone who was not worth it.
Iron Egg continued shouting at them, "All of you, get over here now! Did you hear me?"
"As your Martial Uncle, can't I even give you such a tiny order? Master, look at these fellow disciples of mine! With all this nonsense they're pulling, I think they're being utterly unreasonable!"
"And don't go saying there's anything wrong with your junior brothers, no matter how bad they may be!"
"They've all borrowed a large sum of money from you. If you start criticizing them for every little flaw they have—"
"Then I think your judgment of a person's character isn't as good as I imagined. So hurry up and get lost!"
Ye Wenjun now looked like a rabid dog, utterly crazed.
He gripped a mess of blades in his hands and slashed them all toward his opponent.
Because in his heart, he had always believed that his pride was greater than the heavens.
Even if someone humiliated him, it had to be an expert far stronger than him.
Some ordinary nobody wanted to pull this sort of nonsense in front of him.
He would never allow such a thing to happen.
Ye Wenjun said to Iron Egg, "Do you see that? When Laozi says I'll do something, I definitely do it. If you think I'm joking, then you're dead wrong. Which of the men behind me doesn't know my temperament?"
Blood-red veins appeared in Ye Wenjun's eyes. His hands trembled without stop, and the treasured blade in his grip shook with them. He panted heavily, and judging by his appearance,