Upon hearing this, the people behind Hu Xuan began to whisper among themselves, and soon a noisy discussion arose one after another.
Hu Xuan turned around abruptly, his eyes sweeping over the crowd behind him, and they immediately fell silent.
Then, he turned to Hu Xi again, sneered, and said with a mocking smile, "You've already lost your position as clan leader, and you still dare to try and interfere in these matters?"
Hu Xi smiled calmly and said, "We'll take it back."
Hu Xuan pointed at Hu Xi, his fingertips trembling slightly, and said fiercely, "My dear sister, do you really think that with the Nan Clan backing you up, you can reclaim this position of clan leader? Don't be delusional!"
Hu Xi's expression was resolute as she said, "We'll know once we try."
Hu Xuan waved his hand and shouted, "All of you, attack!"
Nan Wang's lips curled into a carefree smile, and at the same time he cracked his wrists.
He said excitedly, "It's been a long time since I've done anything, Little Xunran, let me show you what I've got!"
Having said that, he moved like lightning, becoming a blur as he charged forward.
Without hesitation, Hu Xi lightly touched the ground with her toes, her figure nimble, and followed closely behind. In the blink of an eye, the two were engulfed by the crowd.
Hu Xuan was keeping a close eye on the battle from the rear when he suddenly noticed that Nan Xunran was standing motionless in place.
He pushed off with his feet Nan Xunran, shouting, "So you are the divine son of the Nan Clan?"
Nan Xunran slowly raised her eyes to look at him, her gaze deep and cold.
That one glance seemed to pierce through one's soul, making Hu Xuan feel as if he had fallen into an ice cellar in an instant.
He shuddered violently, chilled to the bone by that gaze. Just as he was about to say something, he heard a series of thuds behind him as people fell to the ground.
Hu Xuan subconsciously turned around and was immediately stunned into silence.
The figures who had been attacking Nan Wang and his companion lay sprawled on the ground, their bodies slowly melting away.
Nan Wang stood in the center, his arms hanging naturally, and hundreds of tiny black scorpions crawled out from the bodies of those who had fallen to the ground.
These scorpions were small in size, with gleaming stingers. They moved swiftly along the ground, making a soft rustling sound, before disappearing straight into Nan Wang's sleeve and vanishing without a trace.
Nan Wang casually flicked his sleeves, then turned his gaze to Nan Xunran, a hint of smugness on his face. He raised an eyebrow and said, "Little Xunran, how about it? Isn't your brother amazing?"
Nan Xunran smiled gently, a faint smile, and replied, "Impressive."
Nan Wang's lips curled into a smile as he leisurely approached Hu Xuan.
Hu Xuan's eyes widened, almost bulging out of their sockets, his face filled with astonishment. He exclaimed in disbelief, "You're the Poison Young Master Nan Wang?!"
Nan Wang nodded slightly and chuckled, "I've already finished fighting, and you only just recognized me? You really are incredibly dull-witted."
Hu Xi stepped forward and said softly with a smile, "Brother, I've told you before that it's not only those with high cultivation who can become clan leaders. If you had known that the person who came was the Poison Young Master, would you still have acted rashly?"
Hu Xuan was so angry that his face turned ashen, and he dug his fingertips into his flesh, drawing out a few drops of blood.
He roared, "Shut up! Even if the head of the Nan Clan comes in person, I will never admit defeat!"
Nan Wang crossed his arms, his smile widening, and said leisurely, "Alright! I've been needing someone to test poisons lately, so you'll do!"
Upon hearing this, Hu Xuan trembled. He knew in his heart that he was like an ant in front of Nan Wang and was no match for him.
If they were to fall into his hands, they would surely suffer endless torment. Anyone who falls into the hands of the Poison Young Master never has a good ending.
At this moment, his jaw clenched, his entire body enveloped in surging purple flames, which devoured his clothes in an instant, turning them into wisps of ashes that drifted away.
His exposed skin was scorched red, and wrinkles spread rapidly across his face, making him look several years older in an instant.
Seeing Nan Wang chuckled and said, "You do have some self-awareness; knowing you can't beat me, you directly burned your source energy."
Hu Xuan ignored Nan Wang. A resolute glint flashed in his eyes, and he suddenly rushed towards Nan Xunran, thinking to himself: As long as I capture the Nan Clan's divine son, all of this can end!
Seeing this, Nan Wang raised an eyebrow slightly, "He's really courting death."
Nan Xunran expressionless. He slowly extended a finger, and at that moment, a phantom figure suddenly appeared behind him.
The phantom's face was indistinct, and it wore a flowing robe that danced in the wind, as if it wanted to blend into the entire world.
As Nan Xunran moved, the illusory figure also extended a finger.
The enormous finger pressed down heavily from mid-air, compressing and deforming the space in its path, emitting a chilling "crackling" sound, and carrying a terrifying pressure towards Hu Xuan.