Cloud Duancheng's words had barely fallen when an aura far more powerful than Cheng Lao Liu's shot up from the crowd. At the same time, Chaos Power shook the space before Bi Fan and gathered into a gigantic palm. Under everyone's disbelieving gaze, it slapped toward the Thunderclap Lion.
Boom!
With a tremendous crash, the Thunderclap Lion, its aura razor-sharp, was sent flying by the palm formed from Chaos Power. It fell back beside Cheng Lao Liu and shrank back into the Thunderclap Spear in his hand.
At the same time, everyone saw a handsome man in a white robe patterned with clouds standing not far from Bi Fan. No one knew when he had appeared. He was smiling at Cheng Lao Liu.
"Elder Cheng, he's just a junior. Why take it so seriously? Spare a man when you can!"
The man's voice was light and ethereal, soothing to the ear.
Cheng Lao Liu looked at him with a grave expression, his brows furrowing into a deep crease.
"Yun Duancheng, does your Yun Family really want to go to war with my Cheng Family?"
Yun Duancheng still wore a smile that felt like a spring breeze brushing one's face, but his words were anything but courteous. "Go to war with your Cheng Family? No. First, a nobody like you, Cheng Lao Liu, can't represent the Cheng Family. Second, your Cheng Family wouldn't dare go to war with my Yun Family. Third—what was the third one again? I forgot. Whatever. If you keep running your mouth, believe it or not, I'll make you 'guard' this place forever. Don't worry, I'll be quick. You won't feel a thing!"
Cheng Lao Liu's face instantly turned the color of pig liver. "Yun Duancheng, you—"
He had only begun to speak when the words died