“Wei Wushang, how does it feel to hit yourself with a rock?” Tianming smiled.

Wei Wushang’s eyes were filled with a murderous aura, and the anger in his chest threatened to rip him apart, which made him feel very uncomfortable.

Tianming continued with an indifferent smile, “Listen well. I’m an easygoing person, and I usually don’t take the initiative to offend anyone. But if you dare to make a move on my friends or brothers, then I’m sorry. If you touch one of their hairs, I’ll take one of your arms. Remember this well: you can feel free to challenge me. But if you do, it’ll be your turn to wear Jiang Nancheng’s shoes.”

This domineering attitude left many Decimo Dao Palace disciples excited. They even looked at Tianming in a new, admiring light. Many of them knew well that Tianming was a person like the rumors had said. Although he hadn’t made a move personally this time, at the very least, the importance he held his brothers and friends in proved his character. On the other hand, Wei Wushang looked at Tianming and didn’t even spare a glance for Jiang Nanchang.

“Hahaha!”...