Zhang Xuan's shout brought the four-way battle to an abrupt halt. All eyes turned toward him, brows slightly furrowed.
"Who are you? Where did you come from?"
A young cultivator in a yellow Daoist robe glared at Zhang Xuan and questioned him.
"We're discussing the Dao here. What the hell does it have to do with you? Get lost."
Zhang Xuan shook his head and sneered. "A mere Earth Rank cultivator—who gave you the courage to speak to This Seat like that?"
Boom—
An overbearing aura erupted and crashed down upon the young cultivator who had questioned Zhang Xuan. With a thud, he dropped to the ground and was instantly pressed flat. Everyone was shocked.
Zhang Xuan had no intention of giving him a chance to show off. He was already sick of slapping arrogant fools in the face. Whoever provoked him would simply be killed.
He flashed over and landed before the young cultivator pinned to the ground. Squatting down, he reached out and patted his face. "Ant, who gave you the courage to speak to This Seat like that?"
The young cultivator's face was filled with terror. "I-I'm sorry!"
He had run into someone truly formidable. If he kept acting tough and arrogant, he would likely lose his life here. When it was time to yield, he had to yield.
Zhang Xuan sneered, withdrew his hand, and stood up. "At least you have some self-awareness. You can still be saved."
Zhang Xuan had encountered many cultivators spoiled by their sects like this young man, but very few of them possessed such self-awareness in the end.
"Very good. You have successfully dispelled This Seat's killing intent."
He instantly retracted his aura. The pressure bearing down on the young cultivator dissipated, and he returned to normal, panting heavily with sweat