The Misty Cloud Sect stood atop Misty Cloud Mountain.
At this moment, Yun Ling had deliberately arranged for the Misty Cloud Sect to gather all the major powers of the Jia Ma Empire.
They wanted Nalan Yanran to defeat Xiao Yan in front of all these onlookers.
As expected, Xiao Lei had also received an invitation.
Xiao Yan stood on the towering Misty Cloud Mountain, yet he wasn't the least bit afraid.
"If you're ready, follow me up the mountain!"
Xiao Lei's figure appeared beside Xiao Yan like a phantom. It took Xiao Yan a moment to recover before he hurried after him.
Xiao Lei walked slowly, but each step carried him more than ten meters. Xiao Yan had to break into a run just to keep up.
The two made their way up the stone steps toward the summit.
The morning sunlight fell upon the two youths, making them shine brilliantly.
With one final step, Xiao Lei reached the edge of the Martial Arts Arena. The entire Misty Cloud Sect lay before his eyes.
Xiao Yan arrived right behind him, though he looked considerably more disheveled.
"Ha!"
Several thousand Misty Cloud Sect disciples shouted in unison, sending a powerful wave of sound crashing toward the two of them.
Xiao Lei only laughed. He stood firm without so much as a sway. "That old Yun Ling still loves to think he's clever!"
It was obvious they wanted to make Xiao Yan look bad. But even as a Da Dou Shi, Xiao Yan faced the pressure without changing expression.
The next moment, Xiao Lei stepped forward, channeled Dou Qi into his throat, and barked, "Silence!"
A series of thunderous waves rolled out, making the Misty Cloud Sect disciples' ears ring. Their imposing momentum crumbled instantly.
"Yun Ling, there's no need for