The thin-faced man completely disregarded the wine cup Ye Wutian tossed his way, and he directly swung his broadaxe to chop it down.
"Swoosh!~"
In the instant the broadaxe struck the wine cup, the thin-faced man felt an immensely vicious brute force transmit through it, and immediately he found himself being pushed backward, eventually crashing into his own table, smashing it to pieces, with food and drink splattering all over him, while the wine cup miraculously returned unscathed to Ye Wutian's hand.
"Little brother, you're quite impressive; you can't even chop a wine cup," Ye Wutian mocked while pouring wine into the cup.
"This kid isn't simple," one man said.
"He must be hiding his cultivation level," another man suspected.
Climbing up clumsily from the pile of broken wood, the thin-faced man patted the dirt off himself and bellowed, "Everyone, attack together! Kill this brat, and the girl will be ours!"
