The corner of the young man's mouth still hung with fresh blood, as if the most important thing around him had been snatched away, he was extremely furious. His words caused the expression of all the Martial Artists from the Iron Crow Clan present to change dramatically.
"It's Young Master Yue Yao!"
"Even the eight ancestors do not wish to provoke Xiao Ye, yet Young Master Yue Yao dares to rush out, is he going to oppose the eight ancestors?"
"Although Young Master Yue Yao is arrogant and domineering, what he says is not without reason. Why should our Iron Crow Clan, as a Quasi-Saint Force, bow to Xiao Ye? If word of this gets out, it would surely bring laughter from many forces!"
...
Many Martial Artists from the Iron Crow Clan whispered among themselves.
"You brat, you've caused such a big mess and you dare come out, get back inside and stay there!" said Yue Yao's father, a Semi-Saint, looking pale with fright, hurriedly shouting.
