Luo Zheng was, after all, a disciple of the Heartflow Sword School—and Gao Qizheng and the others had invited him here.
Gao Qizheng could only brace himself and say, "Young Master Youwei, Junior Brother Luo is an elite disciple of the Heartflow Sword School. He came to participate in the Seven Mountains Meet this time. Is it really appropriate for you to drive him out like this...?"
"Enough nonsense!"
How could Xu Youwei listen to any of Gao Qizheng's words?
Driving Luo Zheng out was already going easy on him. Naturally, Xu Youwei would not let the boy off so easily.
Xu Youwei's seemingly rash actions actually concealed a trace of cleverness.
Ling Shuang was destined to seek a partner. Although the Heavenly Palace was vast and talented people emerged in droves, nearly everyone qualified to pursue her had gathered here.
Today, he intended to strike a pose—not only for himself, but also for Supreme One Mountain.
When the time came, if his father pressured Supreme One Mountain, matters would likely fall into place naturally.
"I gave you the dignified choice of rolling out of here. Since you refuse the toast, don't blame me..."
The aura Xu Youwei had been building within his body suddenly erupted. His hands were like two pincers as they shot straight toward Luo Zheng.
His soul had already reached the pinnacle of the Thirteen Heavens of the Form Realm, and the Other Shore Token he had fused with was one he had obtained from a divine temple. His hands closed casually, yet the force that erupted from them reached a full two hundred Divine Jun Power!
Xu Youwei intended to crush Luo Zheng's arms and then throw him straight down the mountain. Although this building was not beside the mountain's edge, throwing him dozens of