The prisoners were cheering, but some remained calm to the extreme; one of them was the man with gold rimmed glasses. He stared intently at Ye Xuan and took a large step forward to say, "Sir, I must say your methods are extremely sinister. Is it not time to fulfill your promise now?"
Bang!
Suddenly, an explosion rang through the void, and the man with the gold rimmed glasses was sent flying, a large amount of blood spurting from his mouth as he collapsed to the ground like a lump of mud.
Step— Step— Step.
Ye Xuan walked down from the ring until he reached the man with the gold rimmed glasses, stepping on his face with a large foot. When he exerted strength, he continuously ground his foot on the man's face.
"I don't like your attitude. This is just a small lesson for you, to remind you who is the master and who is the servant," Ye Xuan said coldly. "Do you understand?"
"I...I understand!"