A bunch of trash.
His voice was soft, yet it dripped with utter disdain, causing their gazes to sharpen. They had trained relentlessly just to surpass Ye Wushuang, to take his head and reclaim their lost glory!
But now, Ye Wushuang had the audacity to call them trash!
In that instant, they were all seething with uncontrollable rage. The humiliation and hatred buried deep in their hearts erupted, and their gazes turned incomparably cold.
"Ye Wushuang, it seems your past victories have blinded you and made you this arrogant. If that's the case, then allow me to stomp you back to your senses today!"
Yuh Huatian's expression turned grim. His golden wings unfurled as he dove forward, a large golden bow appearing in his hand. An endless, sharp aura burst from it.
The golden arrow took aim between Ye Wushuang's brows and shot forth, piercing through the air like a golden laser beam.
