A dignified Spirit Platform Realm cultivator had actually been angered into vomiting blood.
It was not entirely unprecedented, but it was exceedingly rare.
Lei Yangqiu stared fixedly at Wang Shouzhe's retreating back. He wanted to fly into a rage regardless of the consequences, yet he did not dare. That brat had clamped down hard on his vital weak spot.
Forget it, forget it. He would endure Wang Shouzhe for now.
He was furious, yet had no way to vent it on the Wang Clan, so he could only turn his vicious gaze upon the Liu-Zhao Clans.
The Liu-Zhao Clans were likewise deeply resentful toward Lei Yangqiu. After all, two of their clansmen had effectively died at his hands. Worse still, after forcing their clansmen to death for his own self-preservation—
he had ultimately been slapped in the face so thoroughly that he now had to shamelessly beg the Wang Clan for help.
The scene fell utterly silent.
The Wang Clan members all looked at Wang Shouzhe with complicated expressions. None of them had expected today's chain of events to develop to this point.
The Liu Clan, the Zhao Clan, and Lei Yangqiu, Town Guardian of a Celestial Aristocratic Clan—which one of them was easy to provoke? Yet Wang Shouzhe had suppressed them one by one with a mere turn of his hand.
Even Ancestor Mang no longer dared underestimate Wang Shouzhe. He could not help asking, "Shouzhe, how should we handle what comes next?"
At those words, the Liu-Zhao Clans and Lei Yangqiu all looked toward Wang Shouzhe. Who knew whether he had another move waiting in reserve?
One pit after another had already broken people's legs from jumping into them.
"How else should we handle it?" Wang Shouzhe said with a smile. "Naturally, everyone goes back to their own