"What the hell is going on? Young Master Jin Xiu has been completely crushed. He doesn't even have the power to fight back!" a semi-sage attendant of the Ten-Thousand Treasures Building became terrified when he saw the scene before his eyes.
"Who the hell do you think you are that you think you can protect our True Martial University?" Ye Xiwen sneered again and again.
Young Master Jin Xiu had already curled up into a ball under Ye Xiwen's fist pressure. His energy had gotten exhausted. His eyes were revealing fear and resentment at the same time. There was even more hatred for Ye Xiwen in his eyes now. He wished he could rip Ye Xiwen in half.
However, Ye Xiwen didn't care. After all, who would care about a dead person?