Wu Dong Qian Kun, Great Desolate Ancient Tablet

"What are you supposed to be?"

"Say that again?"

"So what if I say it a hundred times? Lin Langtian, as a member of the Lin Clan, you grovel before the Wang Clan and oppress your own clan members. If this gets out, there will surely be a place for you among the sinners of the Lin Clan!"

On the plains, one middle-aged man and one youth stood in confrontation. The middle-aged man held a longsword, while blood stained the youth's lips. His powerful voice resounded through the heavens, and he showed no fear despite his opponent's higher cultivation.

"Lin Langtian, who is this? He has no sense of respect at all. Anyone who didn't know better might think everyone in your Lin Family was raised without manners!" The Wang Clan members, being the Lin Clan's rivals, could not help fanning the flames, eager for the situation to grow worse.

As for Lin Langtian, sensing the changed gazes around him, his expression darkened. As the outstanding figure among the younger generation of the Lin Clan, he knew the other party meant him no goodwill. Still, being shouted at so publicly by a junior left him utterly humiliated. He barked, "Brat, apologize to me, and I can forgive your rudeness!"

"Apologize? Hmph, with the way you conduct yourself, what makes you worthy of my apology?" Lin Dong sneered.

"What a sharp-tongued brat! If I, as your elder, do not teach you a lesson today, how can my Lin Clan Family still show its face in the Great Yan Dynasty?" As he spoke, Yuan Power surged around Lin Langtian, and the longsword in his hand blossomed with dazzling light.

Lin Dong wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth without the slightest fear. With a flip of his empty hand, he