I'll Make You Fly!

"From here on, all of you will take orders from the Nan Family Head!"

Seeing the dozens of Xiao Family members and Cloud Mist Sect disciples across from them apparently discussing something, Jiang Lianyue spoke to the dozen or so people behind her.

"Yes!"

The group nodded in unison.

"Brothers, it's time to show those scum what we're made of! When we fight, don't hold back. Especially not against those traitors!"

Nan Yunqi said in a grave voice, looking at the thirteen disciples of his family.

"Don't worry, Family Head. We won't show those traitors who've bitten the hand that fed them any mercy!" Jia Quan said angrily, clenching his fists.

"My iron staff won't show them any mercy either!"

Nan Chang, who was rather thin, swung his iron staff and said viciously.

Ever since he'd begun cultivating the mid-grade Profound tier staff technique his brother-in-law had given him, Nan Chang had been itching to show it off.

The other Nan Family disciples were also eager to give their Profound tier Cultivation Techniques and Martial Skills a try.

"Be careful!"

At that moment, Nan Rou glanced at everyone, then said to Nan Yunqi:

"Father, there are still many family factions watching us from the shadows. I don't think they're just here to watch the show. If a fight breaks out and they see that every one of you has a Profound tier Cultivation Technique or Martial Skill, they might get some crooked ideas."

Hearing Nan Rou's words, Jiang Lianyue blinked her big eyes.

What kind of heaven-defying setup was this, for every member of a third-rate family to be cultivating Profound tier Cultivation Techniques and Martial Skills? Just how much had that Qin Guan fellow gained in the Secret Realm? Once this was over, she'd have to make him properly compensate Heavenly Treasure Pavilion.

"Father, I think Sister's right. Those people don't look well-intentioned at all," Nan Qiao said, nodding from beside them.

Nan Yunqi glanced around and silently nodded.

"Stick together and defend. Nan Qiao, Sister Rou'er, the three of us will protect the formation masters and buy them time," Jiang Lianyue said.

"Okay." Nan Rou and Nan Qiao nodded.

"Do as Jiang Girl says. When the fighting starts, don't run around. Stay as close together as you can."

Just after Nan Yunqi finished speaking, Jiang Long led more than fifty people toward them.

"Kill!"

At Jiang Long's command, the crowd behind him surged toward Nan Yunqi and the others.

"Kill them!"

Nan Yunqi immediately led more than twenty people to meet them.

"More than thirty against more than fifty? The Nan Family will be beaten in less than the time it takes to burn a stick of incense!"

Someone in a distant corner shook their head.

"Ah! Ah!"

But as soon as he finished speaking, the opponents who had clashed with the Nan Family members began wailing in pain, their cries pitiful.

When everyone saw Profound light flare around more than ten Nan Family disciples, they were all stunned.

Nan Yunqi was especially astonishing. He single-handedly withstood the fierce attacks of Nan Shunda, Nan Yuantong, and an Xiao Family Elder. His mighty palm strikes were unmatched in ferocity, and his strength was no weaker than that of a Profound Connection Realm cultivator.

"Holy crap, they've all cultivated Profound tier Cultivation Techniques and Martial Skills!" someone in the corner cried out in shock.

"My god, they have several different Profound tier Cultivation Techniques and Martial Skills!"

"Looks like Qin Guan got quite a few treasures in the Secret Realm last time. No wonder the Cloud Mist Sect came to snatch them!"

Seeing that every Nan Family disciple possessed Profound tier Cultivation Techniques and Martial Skills, with their combat strength soaring, the surrounding family factions were all astounded.

"Family Head, we should hurry up and join the fight. If we can get our hands on a Profound tier Cultivation Technique or Martial Skill, our Song Family will rise to prominence for good!" a Song Family Elder said urgently from a corner.

Family Head Song Dengge shook his head. "Wait a little longer. We'll make our move once they've worn each other down."

At that moment, many family factions lurking nearby were already making plans. Like the Song Family, they wanted to sit back and reap the spoils.

Meanwhile, in the mountains two hundred miles east of Luyun City, Qin Guan was sprinting at full speed, while Yan Rong, high in the sky, was flying frantically as if he'd seen a ghost.

Back in the thick smoke, Yan Rong had clearly seen Qin Guan casually catch his powerful sword strike between two fingers. Then Qin Guan had flashed him a sinister smile that made his scalp crawl. Right then and there, Yan Rong had decided to use a secret technique to escape.

Who would have thought that shortly after escaping the city, he'd sense a terrifying aura racing across the ground below.

When he realized the person below was Qin Guan, Yan Rong had nearly lost his soul. He hurriedly fled toward Spirit Sword Academy.

And so, one flew through the sky while the other chased along the ground. No matter how Yan Rong flew, he couldn't shake Qin Guan.

"Where is he?"

High in the sky, Yan Rong had been flying for his life when he suddenly realized Qin Guan was no longer below him. He stopped midair and hurriedly scanned the mountains beneath him.

"Hmph. A ground-hugging Martial Cultivator thinks he can catch up to me? What a joke. As long as I keep my distance and stay in the air, it doesn't matter how strong you are—you're useless. Damn it, that little bastard almost bluffed me!"

Hovering in the sky, Yan Rong finally calmed down. Thinking of how Qin Guan had frightened him into fleeing, he couldn't help feeling annoyed.

Rumble!

Just then, a loud crash suddenly came from the distant mountains.

"What's going on?"

Hearing the commotion, Yan Rong hurriedly turned to look toward the sound.

The moment he turned, the light before his eyes suddenly dimmed. In the next instant, a small hill came flying toward him from high in the sky ahead.