Nalan Yanran stared at the sight, utterly dumbfounded. The sword in her hand dropped without her realizing it, and her wide eyes brimmed with shock and confusion.
She had thought Xiao Yan was nothing more than someone she could bully at will. She had never imagined he possessed such terrifying strength.
The master and disciple exchanged a glance. In each other's eyes, they saw profound shock and bewilderment, both astonished and confused by the level of Xiao Yan's cultivation.
"Seems the Misty Cloud Sect really is impressive. The sect master herself managed to tear my clothes."
Xiao Yan said to Yun Yun with brazen arrogance.
Though Yun Yun had not used her full strength, Xiao Yan's mockery made her ready to give it her all.
This was no longer just a matter between Xiao Yan and Nalan Yanran. As the Misty Cloud Sect's sect master, she had been humiliated in front of everyone. If she failed to reclaim her dignity, she would never be able to hold her head high in the Jia Ma Empire again.
"Yanran, this brat has insulted the Misty Cloud Sect. It seems he'll have to stay here today."
As she spoke, her delicate body trembled slightly. In an instant, she unleashed Wind Flurry Residual Shadow. Her figure blurred, light and elusive as willow fluff drifting in the wind.
She moved so quickly that the eye could barely follow, leaving behind only a series of illusory shadows.
Xiao Yan continued to stand perfectly still, letting Yun Yun use her Dou Technique.
Then Yun Yun's hands swiftly formed seals as she chanted under her breath. Powerful Dou Qi surged out of her body.
"Four Directions Wind Wall!"
With a sharp cry, Dou Qi rapidly gathered around Xiao Yan, forming four transparent walls of wind that trapped him