Sensing the hostile atmosphere between Zhang Ruochen and Saint King Xing Yun, the others were falling between two stools. They could not side with one without offending the other.
Saint King Tianyue frowned, knowing that Saint King Xing Yun held grudges against Zhang Ruochen. Even so, Saint King Xing Yun was going too far with his actions.
She knew how hot-tempered Saint King Xing Yun was. If she spoke now, she would probably upset him.
Faced with Saint King Xing Yun's intimidation, Zhang Ruochen walked into the atrium slowly, his gaze suddenly appearing stern.
He did not want to cause trouble, but he was not afraid of causing one.
Since Saint King Xing Yun was so determined to humiliate him, he did not have to pull any punches anymore.
"Subdue me? How dare you, Saint King Xing Yun. It seems that you have no respect for Yueshen. You are mad!" shouted Zhang Ruochen.