Death of Yan Tie

“Since your abilities can’t even meet the mark, get the fuck out of here.”

As the sound of Qin Wentian’s voice faded, an aura of extreme sharpness permeated the area. Ghaus’s eyes were like daggers, flickering with a glint of terrifying light.

How impudent was that? With a status of Grandmaster, Ghaus was used to being granted respect wherever he went, and today, he was actually lectured so harshly by a young pup. Abruptly, an overwhelming pressure gushed out from him, enveloping Qin Wentian within.

The others in the crowd were also stunned by the audacity of Qin Wentian’s remarks. Did Qin Wentian even have the capabilities to utter such words?

“Haha, how interesting. Not only has the White Deer Institute lost, it is now besieged by internal conflict.” Yan Tie grinned, malice written all over his face. He was more than happy for Qin Wentian to make a move. Only then would he have the opportunity to finish him off.