Ye Yu looked at Ye Xuan's anxious expression with faint amusement.
After all this time, his cultivation had improved, but his methods had not progressed in the slightest.
"Xu Wangchen, I'll fight you to the death!" Ye Xuan cursed, drawing his sword and charging forward, only to be held back by the disciples beside him.
He truly portrayed the role of a brother who doted on his little sister to perfection.
But surely this idiot did not think he was still in the Great Yan Dynasty, where these people were those utterly foolish sisters?
Sure enough, after Ye Xuan's moving performance, the surrounding disciples merely stood by and watched. Not a single one showed any intention of standing up for him.
Ye Xuan was utterly stunned. Back in Great Yan, all he had needed to do was say one word, and those sisters would have rushed to help him teach Ye Yu a lesson.
What was going on now?
"Senior brothers and junior brothers, you must uphold justice for me! If he can treat me like this today, he can treat you the same way in the future. You wouldn't want something like this to happen to you, would you?" Ye Xuan said to those around him.
Yet the surrounding disciples only gave him strange looks before all retreating several steps.
The corners of Ye Yu's lips curled up slightly. What an idiot.
They were now in the Nine Spirits Sword Sect. He was the Great Elder's personal disciple, and among everyone present, even Ye Yu's status was lower than his.
Yet someone like him actually wanted ordinary disciples to stand up for him? Did he really think everyone was fools?
Could they afford to provoke Ye Yu?
Not to mention that Ye Yu was now one of the Nine