At the entrance to Wa Palace, these Immortal Spirit Family disciples were each and every one of them seething with rage.
This was Wa Palace. Seeing Ning Xiaochuan arrive here and still dare to act so arrogantly, how could these Immortal Spirit Family disciples not be furious?
Feng Feiyang was now completely out of options. From the moment he heard Ning Xiaochuan say those words, he knew that relying on his own reputation would definitely not be enough to suppress this disturbance.
I can only go find the three Clan Heads. Feng Feiyang muttered inwardly, immediately intending to sneak away.
Yet he had barely taken two steps when someone lightly patted his shoulder twice.
Those two pats instantly left his entire body numb, and he could no longer move in the slightest.
Ning Xiaochuan withdrew his hand from Feng Feiyang's shoulder and swept an indifferent gaze across the crowd. "If you want to kill me, then hurry up and make your move. I don't have time to play around with you here."
"Too arrogant."
The composed middle-aged man from before stepped forward, gripping a Purple-Red Long Sword as he stabbed it toward Ning Xiaochuan. "Everyone, stand back for now. Today, I will slay this vile thief."
Whoosh! The surrounding Immortal Spirit Family disciples instantly retreated, clearing the space for Ning Xiaochuan and the composed middle-aged man. Even Feng Feiyang, who could not move, was dragged aside by someone.
Ning Xiaochuan looked at the long sword stabbing toward him, yet he paid it no heed at all. He casually reached out and grabbed the Purple-Red Long Sword.
Crack!
Caught in Ning Xiaochuan's hand, the Purple-Red Long Sword immediately let out a crisp sound. Its purple-red blade was actually crushed to pieces by Ning Xiaochuan's bare hand.
The composed middle-aged man's expression