The moment Xuanxiao finished speaking, Ye Canglan and the others' faces turned uglier than if they had eaten flies. Thirty thousand purple crystals would not cripple Noble Families and sects with legacies spanning thousands of years, but it would absolutely count as cutting out a chunk of their flesh.
"Xuanxiao, don't push us too far!" Ye Canglan said through clenched teeth. The long sword in his hand let out a clear ring, showing that he had already been pushed to his limit.
Xuanxiao let out a disdainful snort. With a wave of his hand, a powerful pressure instantly enveloped Ye Canglan and the others. It was like Mount Tai crashing down on them, leaving them almost unable to breathe. "So what if I bully you? If you're not convinced, come hit me!"
Ye Canglan and the others were furious but dared not speak. They knew clearly that even if they joined forces, they could not possibly be a match for Xuanxiao. Just then, a shrill scream suddenly came from the distant horizon, as if it had risen from the Netherworld Hell, sending chills down everyone's spine.
"Oh no, it's Ye Chen!" Yun Mengyao's expression changed drastically. She recognized Ye Chen's voice, and an ominous premonition immediately surged in her heart.
"Hmph, if that brat doesn't die, then I'll stop calling myself Xuanxiao!" Xuanxiao sneered. His figure blurred, transforming into a streak of light that pursued the direction of the voice.
Seeing this, Yun Mengyao had no time to worry about anything else and hurriedly followed on her sword. Ye Canglan and the others looked at one another before finally deciding to wait and see what happened.
In a desolate valley, Ye Chen was half-kneeling on the ground, clutching his head with both hands as he let out anguished howls.