“San-er, you should not kill.” Fifth Elder hurriedly shouted when he saw Yue Yang lifting his hand up with the magic blade Hui Jin gripped tightly.
“Sorry fifth elder. In my childhood, I was slapped by Second Uncle. From that day forth, my hearing has been quite bad. Did you say anything? I could not hear you.” Yue Yang stepped onto the werewolf grandmaster’s head, forcing it down inch by inch. In the end, his head was entirely stuck into the stone floor of the stage.
The other grandmaster saw this and shivered uncontrollably in fright.
He hurriedly carried Yue Feng away, afraid that he himself might meet the same fate.
Although that elder, who was a Level 6 [Elder], was Yue Feng’s main teacher, Yue Yang was surprised by his actions. He had watched his disciple being attacked, but his expression did not change at all. Instead he remained calm and stayed seated.
As for the werewolf grandmaster being humiliated and having his head stepped on by Yue Yang, he had also ignored it.
Yue Ling hurriedly stood up, his face a little nervous. However, seeing that his son had only fainted and was not in any danger, he let out a sigh of relief in his heart.
He took a look at his father and then at the emperor Jun Wu You of the Da Xia Empire. It seemed that neither had the intention to stop Yue Yang at all. He hurriedly sat down and did not go to help the werewolf grandmaster.
The werewolf grandmaster had fallen into a deep trouble. He was all by himself and without help.
He dug his two claws deep into the ground against the slab. When the opportunity arose, he planned to use brute force to shake off Yue Yang’s leg that was stepping on his head with a weight that seemed to be more than a thousand kilograms.
He had no expectations of defeating this abnormal trash anymore, he only hoped to get away from the humiliation of getting his head stepped on. As one of the Grandmaster’s of the Four Great Sects, being stepped on his head by someone from the younger generation in front of Jun Wu You and the representatives of the Four Major Clans and stuck down into the ground where he couldn’t even move if he wanted to, was really his lifetime’s biggest embarrassment and humiliation. If it was possible, he would like to immediately kill this brat… But, he couldn’t even struggle free from his grasp right now.
While his head was being stepped on, the werewolf grandmaster dug his claws into the stone, vigorously trying to straighten his back and support his body. Despite his bones emitting a series of cracking sounds, he was still incapable of struggling free.
Yue Yang’s foot was weighing down on him like a huge mountain.
Normal warriors were aghast at this sight, thinking that this trash was indeed abnormal. It was no wonder that he could fight his way into the Yue Clan Castle with just a sword in hand.
As for warriors that were powerful enough, most of them were trying to figure out the “Second Slash: Heaven and Earth Collapse” that Yue Yang had displayed earlier. Although it was unlike Yue Qiu’s sword techniques, its strength and intention was real. Could it be that this young fellow had modified and improved his father’s techniques? Or had it mutated due to him not having achieved his father’s maturity?
The crowd did not understand and only hoped to get the chance to see it again, clearly this time. That was the main reason why nobody stepped forward to stop Yue Yang’s unbridled provocations.
Upon seeing the werewolf grandmaster struggling with all he had, Yue Yang coldly laughed and reduced the force of his leg by a little.
When he felt that the force on his head had lessened, the werewolf grandmaster felt a great delight.
Could it be that the brat’s strength had waned?
It was time for his retaliation. However, once the werewolf grandmaster raised his head just a little, another huge burst of force fell. With a bang, his head was once again barbarically stomped into the ground by Yue Yang. It was only now that the werewolf grandmaster understood; this brat was actually intentionally teasing him in front of the masses and was causing him to suffer an even greater humiliation.
He was, after all, a Level 5 [Grandmaster]; it could not be that he had to plead for mercy under the stares of the masses?
At the thought of this, the werewolf grandmaster’s pupils became wet with humiliation.
He could not do so; he was an instructing grandmaster of the Southern Mountains Floating Mist Sect.
He could lose his own face, but could not tarnish the prestige of Southern Mountains Floating Mist Sect of the four big sects.
Would he really be killed by this brat just like that? No, he still had his beast; why not stake everything against him? The werewolf grandmaster was not resigned to this and prepared to summon a beast in order to reverse the situation. Yue Shan’s voice suddenly resonated, ”Nephew San-er. You cannot be disrespectful towards our honored guests from the Southern Mountains Floating Mist Sect. Southern Mountains