Taking on the Many with Few
Xiao Lian's calm retort made Kan Huaisheng's face flush. At his age, being provoked and ignored like this was truly hard to stomach.
Kan Huaisheng choked back his anger and said through clenched teeth, "You ignorant brat! You're swaggering around in front of me here, but when I was roaming Moxue Space, you were probably still off playing in the mud somewhere!"
Hearing this, Xiao Lian calmly raised his eyes.
His placid expression held the world-weary detachment of someone who had lived through countless ages. Everyone was stunned. The young man looked so young, so how could he seem as if he had seen through the mortal world?
Kan Huaisheng also sensed that something was off, but with his pride, how could he admit that the man before him had cultivated for hundreds of times longer than he had?
When Xiao Lian didn't answer, Kan Huaisheng continued his cold mockery. "Boy, I'll tell you plainly: I'm claiming the Witch Spirit Sword today! You tell me—how shall we decide the winner?"
His slightly arrogant tone finally stirred the long-silent atmosphere. The suffocating pressure Xiao Lian had exerted earlier had left everyone struggling to breathe.
As soon as he finished speaking, someone immediately chimed in, "Ha ha, Elder Kan is right. Since you've challenged us, then lay out the rules. Let's see how we decide the winner—and who gets the Witch Spirit Sword in the end!"
As he spoke, the man sprang forward and landed to Kan Huaisheng's left, looking every bit like an ally.
Xiao Lian watched them without changing expression and asked, "Who else is on your side? Call them all out. That'll save me from greeting you one by one."
Kan Huaisheng immediately snorted. "Hmph! What a bold claim. Since you're so confident,