A Draw, Vulture Protector of the Soul Hall Appears, and Furious Qing Lotus Unleashes Its Power Again

Yun Shan heard his disciple, of course, but he paid her no heed. With a thought, he took his own sword from his Storage Ring.

Clearly, he was getting serious.

Yun Shan looked at the young man before him and said evenly, "Xiao Ling, if you agree to return to the Misty Cloud Sect with me now, I can arrange a wedding for you and Yun Yun. Otherwise..."

Yun Shan left the rest unsaid, but the threat was unmistakable. Everyone present heard it and looked toward the young man in the air with worry.

Do I have to risk my life again?

Xiao Ling muttered to himself, but he could not be bothered to answer aloud. Instead, he showed Yun Shan his decision. He took the nine remaining Dou Huang Pills from his Storage Ring and swallowed them all at once.

"Good. Very good!"

Yun Shan laughed in anger. He slowly raised his sword, his expression calm once more. "Xiao Ling, I'll use my full strength this time. If you withstand it, we'll call it a draw. If you don't, you'll have only your own bad luck to blame."

"Bring it on, and cut the damn talk!" Xiao Ling shot back.

Yun Shan said nothing more. As he raised his sword, the wind-attributed Dou Qi around him surged. Threads of sword energy mingled with it and circled his body, leaving everyone on the city wall grim-faced.

Forget withstanding that power. Merely approaching it would leave them grievously injured.

"So this is the strength of a Dou Zong?"

Hai Podong, Jia Xingtian, and Fa Ma exchanged looks. Each saw the same urgency in the others' eyes. Their side had no Dou Zong; only Xiao Ling could stand against one.

If Xiao Ling ever left, they would have no hope of facing