502 Closed-door Practice!

The Twenty-third Prince had become exceptionally embarrassed. He agreed with what Ye Xiwen had said. One could say that these people were merely a bunch of hoodlums in comparison. However, he couldn’t address them like that because he would hurt his subordinates if he did.

"Brat, you have made me furious!" Old Ancestor Gong Yang became angry. An iron sword appeared in his hand. It suddenly issued astonishing sword energy towards Ye Xiwen along with a clang sound. The sword energy broke down the space, and arrived in front of Ye Xiwen within the blink of an eye.

"Humph!" Ye Xiwen coldly snorted, and his golden hand suddenly stretched out. It transformed into a very big hand above the prince’s mansion, and suddenly pressed down.

Ye Xiwen had perfected the Fire Cloud’s Falling Sky Hand to such an extent that no one could refute him if he were to say that he belonged the Fire Cloud Cave. Of course, he would need to change his clothes and appearance first.