Demanding An Explanation

Jian Wushuang smiled coldly on the tavern's first floor while sipping his drink when he heard Ye Ming's voice. "How arrogant!"

"Of course he is!" Xiao Tiexin smiled.

Jian Wushuang made a move.

He appeared on the tavern's second floor in the blink of an eye with Ye Ming's servants had already beaten up the thin man.

Jian Yi was unimpressed and emanated a sweep of High-Level Ultimate God's aura from his body.

"I heard someone say that he wants to wipe me off? Who's that?" Jian Wushuang asked in a cold tone with his displeased face seemingly covered in frost.

"Master, you're here! I would've been killed have you not arrived in time." The thin man wailed miserably the moment he saw Jian Wushuang.

"Are you guys those who want to abolish my disciple's cultivation base and even threaten to do the same to me?" Jian Wushuang's cold gaze scanned those people from the Ye Clan.

"Errr..." Ye Ming was a little confused and disconcerted.