Ximen Yaoyang's actions naturally left most of those present utterly baffled.
One moment, he had been respectful and deferential toward them; the next, he had attacked right in front of them, yet he still put on an expression that could hardly be said to contain even the slightest sincerity.
Who the hell was he trying to fool?
Forget Yan Tianming—not even a fool would believe that nonsense coming out of his mouth, right?
He had specifically waited until they arrived before crippling one of their men with a single palm strike. Then, rather than killing him himself, he had deliberately left him for the traitors on their side to slaughter one another over.
This, this, this...
Such a method could only be called ruthless or vicious, couldn't it?
Others might not understand.
But Yan Tianming's heart was as clear as a mirror. Though the flames of hatred in his eyes were already blazing fiercely, after brewing for a long while, he forcibly suppressed the fury in his heart.
"Good, good, good! Ximen Yaoyang, very good. I will firmly remember everything you have done today. We can settle this account slowly in the future."
When he spoke those words, the fury in his heart had truly reached its peak.
If Old Ghost Chen Xing alone had not been enough to hold him back.
Even if he could not do much to Yan Tianming, adding Ximen Yaoyang into the mix changed everything.
Though Old Ghost Chen Xing had displayed only the frail cultivation of an Eighth-tier Saint Star Position.
During their battle, Yan Tianming had clearly felt pressure no weaker than that of a Ninth-tier Saint Star Position. He could even vaguely sense that Old Ghost Chen Xing had not used his full strength.
He truly did not know what terrifying power