Facing these somewhat aggressive men, Ye Lingtian showed not the slightest fear.
He even took a step forward, fixing the burly man with a sharp gaze as he shouted, "Disrespectful? You're nothing but a servant, yet you dare say this young master has disrespected you? You dog, this young master is the Ye Family's heir. You dare disrespect this young master—do you believe I'll cripple your cultivation with the Ye Family's rules?"
"Cripple my cultivation?"
As though he had heard the greatest joke in the world, the burly man suddenly burst into loud laughter.
"Did you hear that? Our 'Young Master' wants to cripple my cultivation! Hahaha!" the burly man mocked.
Then, the burly man turned to the guards behind him and laughed uproariously. The guards too wore mocking expressions, and the way they looked at Ye Lingtian was filled with even greater contempt.
"He's gone mad. Ye Lingtian has gone mad. At a time like this, does he still think he's truly the Ye Family's heir?"
"Heh, if you ask me, he knows he'll be sent off to some remote little village in three months. In his panic, he's gone a little insane!"
"The Ye Family's Young Master? Heh, why doesn't he piss and take a look at what he is? A piece of trash wants to become our Ye Family's Young Master? What a joke!"
"..."
As Ye Lingtian faced the guards' mockery and ridicule, the flames of anger in his heart burned ever more fiercely.
Yet Ye Lingtian did not lose his reason and rush forward.
Though he had already reached the peak of the Houtian Second Layer, the guards before him were at least Houtian Seventh Level martial artists. He was no match for them. If he rashly charged in, the one to suffer would definitely