Xiao Yan, I'm Going to Kill You!

Nalan Yanran watched Xiao Yan's cold expression, and the anger in her heart burned hotter and hotter.

In all her years, when had anyone ever looked down on her like this?

In the Misty Cloud Sect, she was the Sect Master's personal disciple. Everyone treated her with utmost respect.

In the Jia Ma Empire, she was one of the finest of the younger generation, the center of attention wherever she went.

But in front of Xiao Yan, she was nothing.

He had repudiated her, humiliated her, and insulted her again and again.

"Teacher, did you see that?" Nalan Yanran gritted her teeth. "That's how he is—arrogant and conceited."

Yun Yun said nothing.

"Xiao Yan, just you wait. You're going to die." Nalan Yanran turned to look at Xiao Yan, her eyes filled with hatred. "Today is the day you die."

"My teacher came here in person. You won't escape."

"You killed three elders of the Misty Cloud Sect. You have to pay for it today."

"The Misty Cloud Sect won't let you go."

Xiao Yan glanced at her, his face expressionless.

"Are you done?"

Nalan Yanran froze.

"If you're done, shut up."

Nalan Yanran trembled with rage.

"You—"

"You talk too much," Xiao Yan said.

Nalan Yanran couldn't hold back any longer.

Dou Qi surged within her, and she struck at Xiao Yan with her palm.

She put all her strength into that strike.

She would make Xiao Yan understand that Nalan Yanran wasn't someone he could bully.

Yun Yun's expression changed. "Yanran, stop!"

But it was already too late.

Nalan Yanran's palm had already reached Xiao Yan.

Xiao Yan casually raised his hand and waved it.

"Bang."

Nalan Yanran's body flew backward and crashed heavily to the ground.

A mouthful of blood spurted from her lips.

She lay on the ground, trembling all over.

"Yanran." Yun Yun hurried forward and helped Nalan Yanran up.

Nalan Yanran raised her head and stared at Xiao Yan, her eyes full of shock.

She couldn't believe she couldn't withstand even one of Xiao Yan's moves.

"Impossible..." Nalan Yanran murmured.

"This is impossible..."

Although she was only a Dou Zhe and no match for Xiao Yan, she shouldn't have been unable to withstand even a single move.

"Teacher, he..." Nalan Yanran looked at Yun Yun, wanting to say something.

Yun Yun said nothing. She only watched Xiao Yan, her eyes full of solemnity.

Nalan Yanran gritted her teeth, then suddenly thought of something.

"I know," Nalan Yanran said. "You must have taken advantage of my teacher's injuries and gotten lucky."

Xiao Yan said nothing.

"My teacher had just fought your two older brothers and was injured," Nalan Yanran said. "Otherwise, how could you have hurt my teacher?"

"Don't get smug. Once my teacher has recovered, you're dead."

"What does a piece of trash have to be proud of when all he does is sneak attacks and take advantage of others?"

"If my teacher hadn't been injured, you wouldn't have been able to withstand even one of her moves."

"Believe it or not, once my teacher recovers, she can slap you to death."

Xiao Yan looked at her and said coolly, "Have you said enough?"

Nalan Yanran's face stiffened.

"If you've said enough, shut up."

After speaking, Xiao Yan walked toward Nalan Yanran.

Watching him approach, Nalan Yanran felt a little uneasy.

"You—you're going to do what?"

Xiao Yan didn't answer. He walked up to her and raised his hand, slapping her.

"Smack."

The crisp sound echoed through the hall.

Nalan Yanran covered her face, completely stunned.

"You—you hit me?"

"With a mouth that filthy, who else would I hit?" Xiao Yan said coolly.

Nalan Yanran trembled with rage.

Her face burned with pain, and her heart hurt even more.

She hated Xiao Yan to death.

She hated him to the bone.

"Xiao Yan, I'm going to kill you."

Nalan Yanran gritted her teeth and struck at Xiao Yan with her palm.

Xiao Yan didn't even look at her. He casually struck out with his palm.

"Bang."

Nalan Yanran's body flew backward again and crashed heavily to the ground.

Another mouthful of blood spurted from her lips.

She lay on the ground, trembling all over, unable even to get back up.