"Hmph. What's the matter? No one's talking? Weren't you a bunch of sharp-tongued little scumbags just a moment ago? Cat got your tongue now?"
Dong Jingshan said with a smug sneer.
Chu Qingyun and the others could only grit their teeth and glare furiously at Dong Jingshan.
The oppressive aura of a Celestial Spirit Realm expert forced them to focus all their energy on resisting it. They didn't even have the strength to speak!
"Hahaha! Just a few Level One Martial Spirit whelps, and they dare provoke our Patriarch? They're simply courting death!"
"Look at this pathetic lot. They can't even speak, yet they dare come to the Great Xia Martial Palace for a life-and-death challenge. Do they even know what death means?"
"Fuck, you still dare to glare at us? Believe it or not, I'll gouge your eyes out and stomp on them like grapes!?"
