Ye Xuan's expression was indifferent, his gaze sharp as he coldly scanned those kneeling on the ground, dismissively saying: "Trash, where did you get the courage to scream and act recklessly in front of me?"
Eight cultivators, twenty-seven supernatural beings, all with heavy expressions, their eyes as sharp as blades, angrily staring at Ye Xuan, wishing to rush forward and crush him to death.
But they didn't have the strength, so they could only helplessly kneel at Ye Xuan's feet, letting him scold them without daring to make a sound, silently keeping their heads down, obediently kneeling like ants.
In this world, all struggle is futile in the face of absolute strength.
"Who exactly are you?"
Elder Xiao asked in a low and submissive manner.
He slightly raised his head, and only then did the onlookers notice that Elder Xiao's face was ashen, bloodless as if possessed by a demon, appearing extremely weak, his cracked lips faintly tinged with blood.
