The Winds of Fortune Turn, The Useless Nalan Yanran!

Xiao Ze was aggressive, but Yun Yun did not yield an inch; she would only let him pass over her dead body.

Just as the two sides were locked in a stalemate, a group of Misty Cloud Sect elders rushed over in a frantic hurry.

Someone had the audacity to spout wild nonsense about destroying the Misty Cloud Sect—it was utterly rampant! Did they think the Misty Cloud Sect had no one left to defend it?

"Sect Master, what kind of lowly scum is barking here?" They had been in seclusion, and had it not been for the timely warning from their disciples, they would have had no idea what was happening outside.

Yun Yun ignored the Great Elder, her gaze fixed on Xiao Ze with a complex expression in her eyes.

Thinking back to those days in the Magical Beast Mountain Range, perhaps those had been her happiest times—carefree and content. She had thought they would remain happy forever, never expecting that they would one day be pointing blades at each other.

On one side were her sect disciples, and on the other was the man she loved most. With only one choice to make, how could she possibly decide?

Xiao Ze felt the same. If he could, he would have simply knocked Yun Yun unconscious and taken her away before destroying Yun Shan, but that would mean there would be no future for them—they might even become enemies. That was not what he wanted to see.

Seeing both sides fall silent, Yun Leng turned his gaze toward Xiao Ze.

He flew over and sneered, "I wondered who it was; turns out it's that trash from the Xiao Clan. What business do you have gathering so many experts at my Misty Cloud Sect? Are you planning a rebellion?"

Xiao Ze narrowed his eyes at Yun Leng. In the next instant, he vanished from where he stood, appearing before the man in the blink of an eye and delivering a slap. "Did I give you permission to speak? How noisy!"

Yun Leng hadn't even seen Xiao Ze move before he was sent flying by the slap, crashing into a massive pillar and spitting out blood.

"This guy is truly ferocious; he just strikes the Great Elder whenever he pleases!"

The crowd felt their hearts tighten, and they collectively gasped in shock.

Who was Yun Leng?

He was the Great Elder of the Misty Cloud Sect, the person second only to the Sect Master!

He represented the face of the Misty Cloud Sect!

Yet, at this very moment, he had been sent flying by a single slap. This could no longer be described as mere disregard; it was pure contempt!

That slap had struck the very face of the Misty Cloud Sect, a face it had maintained for a hundred years!

"Great Elder!" The sect members were incensed to see their Great Elder treated this way and glared at Xiao Ze with fury.

But no one dared to step forward, for they had realized that the intruder was actually a Dou Zong expert!

The Great Elder had been brave, certainly, to spout such nonsense in front of a Dou Zong, but he deserved what he got.

Still, no matter how rude the Great Elder was, it was a private matter for the Misty Cloud Sect—how could an outsider be allowed to discipline him?

"Call Yun Shan out. You are no match for me." Xiao Ze ignored their impotent rage and looked calmly at Yun Yun.

"If you want to see my master, you'll have to get past me first!"

Yun Yun's gaze was resolute. Although she did not know why Xiao Ze wanted to find her master, as a member of the Misty Cloud Sect, she had a duty to protect it.

"Extreme of Wind: Meteor Kill!"

Yun Yun struck first. Her long sword trembled violently, and a thin, deep ray of light, barely the size of a thumb, shot out instantly.

The moment the light appeared, the very space around it trembled.

This strike had clearly reached the level of a seven-star Dou Huang!

Xiao Ze shook his head, feeling helpless inside. "Since Sect Master Yun wishes to compare notes, Xiao can only accompany you to the end!"

"Great Wilderness Imprisoning Heaven Finger!"

Xiao Ze raised a finger and pressed it toward Yun Yun.

Crack!

Boom!

With a simple point, he instantly shattered Yun Yun's offensive, the force continuing to crush down toward her.

The terrifying fluctuations of Dou Qi made everyone's hearts leap into their throats. They had no doubt that if they were standing in the path of this attack, they would be instantly dismembered and ground into nothingness.

"Rending Wind Dazzling Dance!"

Seeing the giant finger descending, Yun Yun unleashed another lethal technique.

The space in front of her rippled slightly as countless deep cyan wind blades, each over a dozen feet long, appeared out of thin air. They intertwined, forming a spiraling, high-speed rotating pillar of blades that shot forward.

Boom! Where the giant finger and the wind-blade vortex passed, the space twisted, and a deafening roar erupted in an instant.

Although Yun Yun's lethal move was remarkable, it appeared insignificant before the Great Wilderness Imprisoning Heaven Finger.

After the massive explosion, the finger shattered her offensive once more, and this time, she could no longer block it in the slightest.

The giant finger sent her flying.

Pfft! Yun Yun spat out blood, her chest heaving as her internal energy surged chaotically.

"Master, it is this disciple's incompetence... I could not protect the Misty Cloud Sect."

With those words, Yun Yun lost consciousness. Fortunately, Xiao Ze acted in time, appearing at her side in a flash to catch her by the waist.

"Why go to such lengths?" Xiao Ze's expression was complex.

"Sect Master!!"

The members of the Misty Cloud Sect looked at the scene before them, their faces turning ashen.

Their Sect Master had lost...

She had lost completely, and she had even been captured by the opponent.

In the face of a Dou Zong, they had actually anticipated this outcome, but as the Sect Master, Yun Yun had to step forward.

And apart from Yun Yun, their Misty Cloud Sect had no second Dou Emperor powerhouse.

Was the Misty Cloud Sect about to be destroyed?

The crowd did not know; as ants, one had to have the awareness of an ant.

The scene before them naturally made the surrounding spectators realize that the sky over the Jia Ma Empire was about to change.

This was the Misty Cloud Sect Master, a Dou Emperor, yet before a Dou Zong, she was as weak as an ant—want to resist?

What a joke; a mere wave of the hand was enough to crush you to death.

They might truly be witnessing a miracle: the Misty Cloud Sect, which had stood in the Jia Ma Empire for hundreds of years, was about to collapse today, only to be replaced by another family.

After all, even if you searched the entire Jia Ma Empire, you would never find two Dou Zong powerhouses.

Things had reached this point; the overall situation was settled.

There would be no more Misty Cloud Sect in this world!

Unlike the reaction of the crowd, the group of powerhouses behind Xiao Ze did not feel that the battle had ended just yet.

"What's going on? Just one Dou Emperor? Where is the Dou Zong powerhouse? Why haven't they come out yet!" Xiao Zi watched, his hands itching.

It was a pity that there was only one Dou Emperor; before he could even make a move, the master had already finished most of the work.

Handing Yun Yun over to Ya Fei to look after, Xiao Ze's gaze was as calm as water. "With your Sect Master gone, let's see how much longer you intend to hide!"

Faced with this scrutiny, the elders of the Misty Cloud Sect all became mute; no one dared to step forward. With the previous example, they were merely Dou Kings, and stepping forward would only be throwing their lives away.

"Master..." Nalan Yanran watched the scene before her, tears streaming down her face uncontrollably; everything had started because of her.

If not for her impulsiveness, how could her teacher have been captured?

"Xiao Ze, if you want to kill or torture someone, come at me!" Nalan Yanran suddenly shrieked, "Give my teacher back to me!"

Xiao Ze's gaze was cold and indifferent. "A piece of trash who is only a Dou Shi is not worth my effort."

Hearing this, Nalan Yanran's heart turned to ash.

Trash—what a pleasant word.

Back then, she had used those very words to humiliate the Xiao Clan.

But the tides of fortune turn; thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river, and the word "trash" had finally fallen upon her own head.

At this moment, she finally understood why her teacher had been unwilling to help her. Making an enemy of a Dou Zong—only she could have come up with such an idea.