Just as Jian Wuchen was about to lash out.
His gaze suddenly fell on the gold-robed young man who had remained silent beside Lu Xue.
After Lu Xue finished speaking, he saw her subconsciously hide behind the gold-robed young man.
That detail instantly ignited a nameless jealousy in Jian Wuchen's heart.
He narrowed his eyes and sized up Yang Dingtian.
A terrifying Sword Intent at the peak of the Divine Lord Realm instantly locked onto Yang Dingtian.
"You—what are you supposed to be?"
"You're nothing but a dog raised by the Lu family, yet you dare glare at me?"
"Who gave you the nerve?"
Jian Wuchen's voice was filled with undisguised contempt and killing intent.
His powerful Sword Intent at the peak of the Divine Lord Realm was like an invisible sharp sword, bearing down viciously on Yang Dingtian.
He was establishing his might, doing so right in front of Lu Xue.
He wanted to make this "love rival" who had appeared from nowhere lose face in public.
In his eyes, an unknown nobody he had never even heard of was at most a cultivator in the Mid Divine Lord Realm.
Under the pressure of his Sword Intent, even if that person did not kneel on the spot, he would certainly make a fool of himself.
However, what he never expected was—
Faced with Sword Intent powerful enough to make even cultivators of the same rank tremble in spirit,
Yang Dingtian merely raised an eyebrow, without the slightest trace of fear on his face.
Not only was he not oppressed, he straightened his back instead.
An equally powerful aura—one even more domineering and razor-sharp—erupted from within him with a thunderous boom!
"Boom!"
Two entirely different, powerful auras collided violently in the great hall.
An invisible roar rang out.
The air