Cyril was stunned upon hearing Wesley’s warning. Then, he and the mysterious powerhouses behind him burst into loud laughter. It was a mockery, a lofty insult and provocation.

“Wesley, we address you as the Law of Paths out of respect,” Cyril sneered. “However, if you don’t know your place, your status is merely a word from the Path Emperor.”

As his words fell, the men and women behind him chimed in with mockery.

“Wesley, you’re really full of yourself, huh?”

“We’re here under the decree of Emperor Qadeer, not to see you acting like a nice gentleman.”

“Hmph, you dare to be impolite to us, why don’t you try making a move?”

“When have ants below the Forty Heaven dared to challenge us?”

Listening to their taunts, Wesley’s clenched fists creaked. It had been a long time since he truly got angry. It seemed like all the supreme beings of Zymurgy had forgotten that he, as the Law of Paths, was the only Daeclon Mahayana Rank powerhouse below the Forty Heaven.

As his anger surged, sacre