Xiao Clan's main hall.
The black robe old man who had followed Nalan Yu Lan here unleashed the pressure of a Dou Ling Peak expert.
"Arrogant! This Old Man would like to see how you intend to make good on your words."
Xiao Heng was pressed down until his knees bent and his legs trembled.
With an unconvinced expression, he raised his head and glared at the old man.
The old man raised his left hand, and an Azure Light appeared above it as he prepared to teach the arrogant Xiao Heng a lesson.
The Xiao Family Head, with blood still staining the corner of his mouth, took heavy steps to Xiao Heng's side and reached out to help him up.
Suddenly, the old man struck. The attack brewing in his left hand shot directly toward Xiao Heng.
Bang! Crash!
The Xiao Family Head blocked the attack, but father and son were both sent flying, smashing into the tables and chairs in the hall and shattering them to pieces.
Pfft! Pfft!
Father and son both spat blood.
The Xiao Clan Elders charged the old man in unison. Only Liu Yun remained still, calmly seated in his chair as he drank his tea.
The Elders' cultivation was far inferior to the old man's. How could they possibly be his match? Before long, they were all knocked to the ground, coughing up blood.
"Overestimating yourselves!" the old man sneered.
Just as the old man was about to attack again, Nalan Yu Lan stopped him.
She looked at Xiao Heng once more. "In that case, let us set a time. Three years from now, we will battle at the Yun Lan Sect."
Having said that, Nalan Yu Lan turned and walked away.
The old man snorted and turned to follow her.
Xiao Heng