"What a bunch of trash. You people dare to shout here? Brother Chen can suppress you all with one hand."
Beside Chen Ziyun, the alluring woman who kept throwing flirtatious glances at him spoke again, her gaze sweeping over the talents from the Eastern Desolate present, her face full of disdain.
"What Heavenly Martial Seven Sword, Young Master Zhen, if they truly come here, they'll be suppressed by Brother Chen just the same. The prodigies in your eyes are no different from ants to Brother Chen." The other youths flattering Chen Ziyun also chimed in.
"Think of our Eastern Desolate, full of prodigies, is there truly no one today who can step out and uphold justice as we're being bullied like this?"
"Alas, except for the Purple Extreme Saint, none of the notable talents from Eastern Desolate seem to be here. Just with us..."
The crowd shook their heads, feeling helpless. Though they wished to act and teach Chen Ziyun a lesson, their own strength did not permit it.
