"Spare me! Spare me! Don't kill me! Don't kill me!"
Li Hui kept begging for his life. Ye Tian pulled him out from the dented iron wall with an icy demeanor and said coldly, "Get lost!"
"Yes, yes, yes! I'll get lost! I'll get lost right away!"
Li Hui nodded and bowed repeatedly, then slunk away in humiliation.
Ye Zhihuan looked at Ye Tian and said helplessly, "Truly, the tree may wish for calm, but the wind shall not cease. We originally didn't want to cross swords with the people of Tianmen, yet these fellows are far too audacious, leaving us no way to guard against them! It seems the animosity between us and Tianmen has deepened!"
Ye Zhirong added, "That's something unavoidable! The people of Tianmen have always been arrogant and domineering. Even their outer sect disciples act this way, let alone those pampered inner sect disciples. It's a miracle that Tianmen has managed to survive so long in a Martial Arts World teeming with powerful clans."
