Calling to Account

I lost?

Hmph!

Lost?

Xuanyuan Batian absolutely would not allow the word "defeat" to appear in his dictionary, especially when his opponent was Xuanyuan Changkong.

No!

No!

Xuanyuan Batian's eye twitched violently as he kept shaking his head, looking ever more like a madman possessed.

Seeing Xuanyuan Batian's behavior, Xuanyuan Changkong saw through his thoughts.

"Ba... Ba Tian... no one can deny... that your strength truly shocked us all... likewise... likewise, none of us expected this."

Being able to withstand Ancestor Xuanyuan's will was enough for Xuanyuan Batian to take pride in.

"But!" Xuanyuan Changkong hesitated before slowly saying, "Don't... don't forget... you are merely... merely one person."

"Though we have all suffered grave injuries now, do not forget the hidden strength of the Lineage."

At those words, a cold gleam suddenly flashed within Xuanyuan Batian's unfocused eyes.

"You... you want... want the Xuanyuan Dragon Guards to deal with me?"

Indeed, Xuanyuan Changkong's advantage lay in his ability to mobilize any force within the Xuanyuan Family.

The current Xuanyuan Batian was no different from fish on a chopping block. His appearance was certainly intimidating, but he was no different from a toothless tiger.

Forget the Xuanyuan Dragon Guards—even ordinary disciples likely had the ability to send him to his funeral feast.

Faced with the question, Xuanyuan Changkong did not speak too absolutely. "Ba Tian, if you turn back now... I can let bygones be bygones."

"Turn back?" Xuanyuan Batian's voice was sinister. "And what would be the price for me to turn back?"

"Hand over the Dao Seeking Sword!" Xuanyuan Changkong did not beat around the bush and directly stated his demand. "As long as you do as I say, you will still be an elder of the Lineage. I can pretend today never happened."

Xuanyuan Batian's greatest reliance was