Just as Seventh Elder Yun and Yu Zhongtang were growing increasingly impatient, Xu Yi finally got to the point. "I believe that when cultivators come into conflict and neither side will yield, they should settle things with their fists. Why bicker like a long-tongued shrew? Eldest Brother Yu came in with murder in his eyes, wanting my head. You've held back for long enough, so I'll give you your chance."
"But let me make one thing clear first: if the Yu Family loses this battle, from this day forward, you will never again meddle in Yin Qiu's affairs. And if anything should happen to Yin Qiu, your family will no longer be allowed to bring glory to your name."
Xu Yi knew very well that Yin Qiu's predicament could never be resolved by relying on the Holy Envoy's authority and winning arguments through clever tricks.
Unless he fought a battle and showed them his full might, making these mad dogs tremble at the mere thought of him as Yin Qiu's backing, the Yun and Yu families would never stop tearing at her.
"Courting death!"
Yu Zhongtang bellowed furiously. The rolling waves of sound shook the entire hall, making it tremble ever so slightly.
If Xu Yi hadn't kept pinning the labels of disrespecting the Holy Court and showing irreverence to the Holy Lord on him in front of the Holy Envoy, Yu Zhongtang would have attacked on the spot.
Xu Yi's words were simply too vicious. They were no different from slapping the Yu Family hard across the face.
After all, once the Yu Family head, Yu Chaotian, had advanced to Path Venerable and attained the title of County King, the Yu Family's ancestral court had received the Holy Court's decree to build a Dragon Gate and hang an imperial