Xiao Yan, I'm going to kill you!

Nalan Yanran watched Xiao Yan's cold indifference, the fire of rage in her heart burning ever brighter.

From childhood until now, when had she ever been treated with such contempt?

In the Misty Cloud Sect, she was the personal disciple of the Sect Master, and everyone treated her with the utmost respect.

In the Jia Ma Empire, she was a standout among the younger generation, the focus of everyone's attention wherever she went.

Yet in front of Xiao Yan, she was nothing.

Divorced, slapped in the face, and humiliated time and time again.

"Teacher, did you see that?" Nalan Yanran gritted her teeth. "This is his true face—arrogant and looking down on everyone."

Yun Yun did not speak.

"Xiao Yan, wait for your death." Nalan Yanran turned her head to look at Xiao Yan, her eyes filled with hatred. "Today is the day you die."

"My teacher has come in person; you cannot escape."

"You killed three elders of the Misty Cloud Sect; you must pay the price today."

"The Misty Cloud Sect will not let you go."

Xiao Yan glanced at her, his face devoid of any expression.

"Are you finished?"

Nalan Yanran was stunned for a moment.

"If you're finished, then shut up."

Nalan Yanran trembled with rage.

"You—"

"So much nonsense," Xiao Yan said.

Nalan Yanran could no longer hold back.

Dou Qi surged within her body as she struck a palm toward Xiao Yan.

She poured every ounce of her strength into this strike.

She wanted Xiao Yan to know that Nalan Yanran was not someone to be bullied.

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

But it was already too late.

Nalan Yanran's palm had already reached before Xiao Yan.

Xiao Yan raised his hand and flicked it casually.

"Bang."

Nalan Yanran's body flew backward, crashing heavily onto the ground.

A mouthful of blood sprayed out.

She lay on the ground, her entire body trembling.

"Yanran!" Yun Yun hurried forward to help Nalan Yanran up.

Nalan Yanran raised her head, her eyes filled with shock as she looked at Xiao Yan.

She could not believe that she couldn't even withstand a single move from Xiao Yan.

"Impossible—" Nalan Yanran muttered to herself.

"This is impossible—"

Although she was a Dou Practitioner and no match for Xiao Yan, she shouldn't have been unable to take even one blow.

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

Yun Yun did not speak, merely watching Xiao Yan with eyes full of gravity.

Nalan Yanran gritted her teeth, suddenly thinking of something.

"I know," Nalan Yanran said. "You must have taken advantage of the fact that my teacher was injured."

Xiao Yan did not speak.

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

"Don't get cocky. Once my teacher recovers from her injuries, you're dead."

"A piece of trash relying on sneak attacks and picking up scraps—what is there to be proud of?"

"If not for my teacher being injured, you wouldn't even be able to take a single blow from her."

"Do you believe that once my teacher's injuries are healed, she could kill you with a single slap?"

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

Nalan Yanran's expression stiffened.

"Shut your mouth if you've said enough."

Xiao Yan finished speaking and walked toward Nalan Yanran.

Nalan Yanran watched him approach, feeling a sense of trepidation in her heart.

"You—what are you doing?"

Xiao Yan did not answer; he walked up to her, raised his hand, and slapped her.

"Slap."

The crisp sound echoed throughout the hall.

Nalan Yanran clutched her face, completely stunned.

"You—you hit me?"

"With a mouth as vile as yours, who else would I hit?" Xiao Yan said indifferently.

Nalan Yanran trembled all over with rage.

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

She hated Xiao Yan to death.

Hated him to the bone.

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

Nalan Yanran gritted her teeth and struck out with a palm toward Xiao Yan.

Xiao Yan didn't even glance at her, casually returning a palm strike.

"Bang."

Nalan Yanran's body flew backward once again, crashing heavily onto the floor.

Another mouthful of blood sprayed out.

She lay on the ground, her entire body trembling, unable to even crawl back up.