"Kid, daring to barge into the Yang Family, you're tired of living, aren't you?" The middle-aged man's voice was quite authoritative, each word seemed to press one to their knees.
Damn, another pretentious guy!
Ye Haochuan was full of disdain in his heart.
This middle-aged man's cultivation is indeed formidable, but certainly not powerful enough to rival a war god like Yang Sen. Yet, looking at him, it seemed he was constantly saying that both heaven and earth regarded him as the most noble.
That kind of pressure intending to force one to kneel was obviously released on purpose to make everyone feel inferior to him.
Yet Ye Haochuan was not buying it at all, standing tall with no trace of submission.
"Oh?" Seeing Ye Haochuan still standing under his pressure, the middle-aged man was visibly surprised.
But soon, this surprise turned into anger. A mere Core Formation Stage cultivator dared not to obey his command. Outrageous.
