The Eighth-Tier Pedant!

The Eighth-Tier Pedant! Lin Ming gave him no chance to respond and continued his stern questioning:

"Do you know what kind of lives the disciples of our Peak Martial Arts Hall live every day? We are either training or fighting Mutated Beasts to the death!

"Every day, comrades fall in the Beast Tide, leaving not even their bones behind! We use our lives to hold this line so that people like you can teach, raise others, and fight for power in the rear in peace!"

He suddenly pointed at Martial Madman beside him. "Martial Madman, do you know how many scars he has on his body? He has been with Peak Martial Arts Hall for less than three years, yet he has taken part in no fewer than twenty base city defense battles! He has personally slain more than three thousand Mutated Beasts!"

Martial Madman was startled by Lin Ming's praise at first, but then his chest unconsciously puffed out, and a trace of pride appeared on his face. He was indeed proud of his record.

Lin Ming's gaze swept once more over the four Seventh-Tier Grandmasters he had just beaten into begging for mercy, as well as the powerful figures around them whose expressions kept changing. His tone was filled with undisguised contempt:

"And what about you? You people enjoy the peace that Peak Martial Arts Hall bought with blood and lives, yet you stand here condemning us over a few verbal disputes, even wanting to join forces and besiege us! What gives you the right? Do you deserve to?"

"If not for Peak Martial Arts Hall, if not for Hall Master Ye and countless fallen members of the Martial Arts Hall fighting bloody battles on the front lines, you people would have long since become food for Mutated