Xu Wencheng's face was full of smiles, his brows tinged with mockery.
Seeing this, Chen Nan felt a sudden sense of helpless despair rise in his heart.
"Do you really think that by killing the Green Ghost Yaksha Ape, you're something impressive? It was just a beast that I had casually wounded."
Several direct disciples of the Yunxiao Sect also felt that the situation had been settled, as a Golden Core Stage cultivator provided ample support at the scene.
"Chen Nan, why not just offer your neck willingly? Struggling is pointless. You'll end up dying by Young Master Xu's hand anyway."
Someone else harbored resentment toward Chen Nan, their eyes filled with spite at this moment.
"Damn Chen Nan, if it weren't for him, why would Xu Wencheng be at the Yunxiao Sect? Why would he come for them?"
Thinking of the female disciples in the sect who had been insulted, they placed all the blame on Chen Nan.
