"Now, are you still going to lecture me about your rules?"
Yang Xiao raised his hand and waved, and all the shouting young disciples fell silent.
He looked at these wretched disciples of the Four Sects, but he had no intention of letting them off easy.
'These people were arrogant, domineering, and self-righteous. When they had the upper hand, they'd trample on others as they pleased. Since I've made my move, how can I let them off without taking a layer of their skin?'
"Yang Xiao, we're already like this... What... what more do you want?"
A young man dressed in pure white cried out.
He was quite handsome and dressed in white robes, but at this moment, they were stained with mud and the blood he had vomited.
This was simply unbearable for someone like him, who was a bit of a neat freak.
But his entire body was riddled with the Fist Force from Yang Xiao's attack, making even the slightest movement difficult, let alone cleaning the filth off himself.
"What more do I want?"
