"My elder brother?" Xuanyuan Jingyi was stunned. In his memory, that elder brother of his had studied himself stupid. On Mount Huishan, he was no different from a transparent man.
Xu Fengnian said impatiently, "Are you moving aside or not?"
Xuanyuan Jingyi's pupils contracted. "What, does Your Highness intend to force your way in?"
Though Mount Huishan's Xuanyuan Clan did not have a sword god of Li Chungang's generation, their ancestor Xuanyuan Dapan's cultivation was no less formidable.
With masters like Huang Fangfo and Hong Biao holding the fort, along with over a thousand retainers, if a fight truly broke out, Xuanyuan Jingyi had nothing to fear.
"Then, Huang Man'er, let's barge right in!" Xu Fengnian said.
"Alright, Brother!" Xu Longxiang's fists had long been itching for a fight.
Xuanyuan Jingyi's expression darkened completely, and he said coldly, "Loose the arrows!"
The bowstrings gave off a piercing hum as arrows poured down upon Xu Longxiang like a swarm of locusts.
Xu Longxiang charged forward at high speed, utterly ignoring the incoming arrows. He brushed aside those that came close with his bare hands and took the distant ones head-on with his body.
The arrows that shot toward him rang like metal striking stone, then snapped apart one after another.
Mount Huishan's chief guest elder, Huang Fangfo, brightened. "What an innate Vajra realm! Seeing him today, his reputation is indeed well deserved."
Xuanyuan Jingyi had likewise heard of Xu Xiao's younger son. Now, however, he found himself caught between a rock and a hard place.
"I'll test him myself!" The moment he spoke, Hong Biao shot forward like an eagle. Wind and thunder howled around his fists and palms as he struck viciously at Xu Longxiang.
Before joining Mount Huishan as a guest elder of the Xuanyuan Clan, Hong Biao had