Qing Yunyang’s infuriated and aggrieved expression set off another peal of laughter. 

“Look, one sentence from Wei Cang has forced the saint of the Azure Turtle Clan to leave from terror.”    

“Hey, the younger generation of the Azure Turtle Clan is getting worse and worse.”

“There is a reason for that. Thousands of years ago, the patriarch of the Azure Turtle Clan suddenly disappeared, so without a Life Death Stage King watching over the clan, its power started to decline. Even though the patriarch of the Azure Turtle Clan has returned, it’s impossible for the clan to restore its former power within a short period.”

“Regardless, Qing Yunyang is too incompetent. He is a Saint figure yet he can only endure the humiliation and threats and swallow his anger. He is…simply too embarrassing.” 

Many voices of taunting and sighing rang in the hall, making Qing Yunyang’s face even more livid. 

He tightly clenched his fists and gritted his teeth. His sullen and aggrieved expression didn’t gain any sympathy. 

On the contrary, the more he was like that, the more unrestrained...