Only after Ye Xiao and the others had completely disappeared from sight did people in the banquet hall slowly start to stand up.
"The people from the eight great families of the capital are incredibly arrogant! They act with impunity because they have strong martial artists on their side! Does our nation not have any strong martial artists?!"
"Exactly! The Xiang Family and the Zhao Family are pushing us too far! Do they see us all as livestock to the point that we have to kneel to preserve our lives?!"
"It's time to teach the capital's eight great families a lesson!"
A middle-aged man in the depths of the banquet hall stood up.
He hadn't heard too much of these voices.
He turned his head, glanced at the Tai Shan embedded in the wall, picked up the phone in his pocket, and dialed a string of numbers.
