Because at that moment, Ning Xuan's voice entered their ears loud and clear.
"Is that it? Are you looking down on me?"
His tone dripped with scorn and immense disappointment. Everyone couldn't believe their ears. The sword radiated a terrifying, overwhelming aura of blood before it was even fully unsheathed, yet in Ning Xuan's eyes, it was merely "that"?
This was especially true for the Martial Artists kneeling on the ground. They all stared at Ning Xuan as if they had seen a ghost.
What is happening? The Cloud Floating Sword is terrifying, so how is this guy acting like nothing's wrong? Then look at us! Cowering like whipped dogs! Damn it! The comparison is enough to make us want to die! We're all losing our minds!
The faces of the Wu Family's upper echelon were just as dark. What Ning Xuan was doing wasn't just slapping their faces; he was practically shitting on their heads...
Forget it! Who talks about their own family like that?!
