Xiang Qiang laughed heartily, "Brother Xu, perhaps this bunch of trash came to beg for mercy? Why don't we make them perform a collective kneel? We could consider sparing them."
Marquis Xu responded, "Brother Xiang, you are truly generous at heart."
As he spoke, Marquis Xu turned to Cang Ye. At this moment, Cang Ye's face was covered in frosty anger. As the sect master of the Mystic Moon Sect, when had anyone ever dared to humiliate his sect in front of him?
Cang Ye had grown up in the Mystic Moon Sect. One could say that his entire life had been dedicated to the sect—the sect was his everything, his home!
Now, someone was openly insulting and belittling his home right in front of him and his disciples!
Anyone would be furious!
"Hehe," Marquis Xu sneered, "Trash, what's that expression? You can still get angry? I didn't expect the dog shit of Mystic Moon Sect to have such personality. Hmm, that look in your eyes, it makes me quite uncomfortable."