Beat Down Yun Shan! [Seeking Follow-ups!]

"Nalan Yanran, do you submit?" Xiao Ze asked, his gaze cold.

Back then, how arrogant she had been, looking down on his fourth brother and disparaging the Xiao Clan as if they were worthless. Surely, she never imagined a day like this would come.

The color had long since drained from Nalan Yanran's face.

She finally understood: Xiao Ze had come today first to destroy the Misty Cloud Sect, and second, to humiliate her.

Perhaps this was retribution; after all, she was the one who had been so heartless in the beginning.

"Tsk tsk tsk, I never thought Nalan Yanran would see such a day. She's lost face for the entire Jia Ma Empire," someone sighed.

Indeed, if Xiao Ze could achieve such heights, then Xiao Yan, the boy hailed as a genius since childhood, surely couldn't be far behind.

Yet, she had tossed away such a fine match as if it were nothing.

Otherwise, with the status of the Misty Cloud Sect combined with the Xiao Clan, they would be second to none—not just in this small Jia Ma Empire, but across the entire Northwest Continent.

However, all of that had vanished into smoke.

The members of the Nalan Family watching from afar remained silent.

They naturally understood that these words were meant for them.

They grasped the logic, but it was too late; Nalan Yanran would be forever nailed to the pillar of shame for their Nalan Family.

At this moment, Yun Yun regained consciousness under the care of Ya Fei.

She looked at Xiao Ze's back, wanting to speak but hesitating. She desperately wanted to beg him not to harm the sect disciples, but she held back.

As the Sect Master of the Misty Cloud Sect, she had a clear conscience; she had done nothing to betray the sect. But after this battle, she knew it was time to let go.

"Xiao Ze, do you really think my Misty Cloud Sect is easy to bully!" Yun Leng was already severely injured, but with the Sect Master captured, as the Great Elder, he had an obligation to step forward.

He didn't care if the opponent was a Dou Zong or not; on the grounds of the Misty Cloud Sect, one had to follow the rules of the Misty Cloud Sect. This was a matter of the sect's dignity.

You have a Dou Zong, but we have our ancestor—the advantage is still ours!

Yun Leng barked angrily: "Xiao Ze, I can understand you coming to demand an explanation, but how will our Misty Cloud Sect stand in this Jia Ma Empire after what you've done today? You must give me an answer!"

The opponent only had a dozen people, while he had the entire Misty Cloud Sect backing him!

Thus, he felt emboldened even when facing a Dou Zong powerhouse.

If they didn't teach them a lesson today, wouldn't every stray cat and dog come to trample on them in the future?

"Heh, an explanation?" Xiao Ze sneered in his heart.

The next moment, he vanished from where he stood, appearing before Yun Leng in an instant and raising his hand to strike.

Yun Leng was shocked, still reeling from the previous slap.

However, Xiao Ze gave him no chance to blather on.

With a crisp sound, Yun Leng was sent flying once again.

"That is the answer I give you. Even if you call the previous Sect Master here, I will strike just the same," Xiao Ze said coldly.

"Great Elder!" The sect disciples rushed to help Yun Leng up, but this time, he couldn't steady himself.

He spat out blood, gasping for air; it was clear he was heavily injured.

He no longer held the air of a Great Elder, looking instead like a stray dog. Everyone in the Misty Cloud Sect sighed in low voices.

Yet, even so, he remained fierce in appearance but weak in reality. Unexpectedly, his face showed no anger, but rather a sinister smile.

"Kid, I have to admit, you are indeed strong, but don't get too arrogant. My Misty Cloud Sect is not to be trifled with!"

Xiao Ze frowned; this annoying fly was truly tiresome. He raised a finger, his voice indifferent.

"Your foul mouth is as stubborn as your life. If you think you've lived too long, I can help you with that."

"Hahaha, you think you can kill me?" Yun Leng's expression turned manic, and he laughed wildly, showing no fear.

"I don't care what happened to the Xiao Clan, but you are the first person in so many years to dare cause trouble in my Misty Cloud Sect!"

"If we just let you leave like this, where would the face of the Misty Cloud Sect be?"

"So, for the sake of the sect's reputation, none of you are leaving today!" Yun Leng shrieked, his voice roaring.

"Heh, just you?" Xiao Ze looked on with mockery.

It wasn't that he looked down on him; he would take on as many Dou Kings like this as they could send.

"I naturally don't have that ability, but..." With everyone's eyes fixed on him, Yun Leng suddenly pulled a cloud-white bamboo flute from his storage ring and pressed it to his lips, blowing hard.

In an instant, a strange, piercing flute note erupted from the instrument.

The shrill sound echoed and lingered atop Misty Cloud Mountain, refusing to fade.

On the plaza, everyone fell silent due to Yun Leng's actions.

Only the sound of the flute continued to spread.

Jia Xingtian narrowed his eyes and exchanged a glance with Fa Ma, then, as if remembering something, his pupils suddenly contracted!

"It's that old fellow! He's actually still alive!"

As the exclamations of Jia Xingtian and Fa Ma fell, a vast and majestic aura, like an ancient dragon awakening, descended with irresistible pressure from the depths of Misty Cloud Mountain!

"This aura, could it be the former Sect Master? I heard he was in closed-door seclusion, wasn't he?"

"That was just a rumor; who knows if it's true."

Everyone's heart tightened; no one had expected the Misty Cloud Sect to have a final trump card left in reserve.

Only the former Sect Master, Yun Shan, could possess such presence—someone even more powerful than Yun Yun, and the only reason Yun Leng could be so emboldened.

As the sound of the flute echoed, a white figure appeared out of thin air from the depths of the Misty Cloud Sect, walking slowly across the void under the gaze of the crowd.

In just a few breaths, he flickered to the sky above the Misty Cloud Sect.

He stood with his hands behind his back, looking down at the crowd from above.

Yet, even without him doing anything, the aura radiating from his body was enough to make everyone tremble with fear.

"After all this fuss, you finally decided to show yourself." Watching Yun Shan's elegant and arrogant figure, Xiao Ze's lips curled upward slightly.

"Yun Leng, I require an explanation. I told you, do not disturb my cultivation unless it is a matter of great importance. You know the consequences." Yun Shan's gaze fell indifferently upon Yun Leng below.

Yun Leng immediately suppressed his emotions and hurriedly said respectfully, "Sect Master, you have finally emerged. Any later, and our Misty Cloud Sect would have truly fallen into an irredeemable abyss!"

"This brat brought a group of experts intending to wash our Misty Cloud Sect in blood. Even the Sect Master was captured by them. I had no choice but to summon the Old Ancestor; I beg the Old Ancestor to mete out punishment!"

Upon hearing this, Yun Shan's calm face turned furious. He never imagined that anyone in this Jia Ma Empire would dare to challenge the majesty of the Misty Cloud Sect.

Utterly rampant!

However, when he turned his gaze toward Xiao Ze, his eyes instantly cleared.

"A Dou Zong!"

The newcomer was actually also a Dou Zong.

And not just one!

"Queen Medusa!"

Seeing this, a stormy sea had already been stirred up in Yun Shan's heart.

Since when did Dou Zongs become so worthless?

Two of them had appeared at once; facing two against one, the advantage was not on his side.

For a fleeting moment, he wished he had never been awakened.

"Yun Shan, is it? You've come at the right time, saving me the trouble of looking for you. Your sect disciples spoke wildly, saying they would wipe out my Xiao Clan. Today, I'd like to see who wipes out whom!"

Xiao Ze's voice was not loud, but it was full of presence, instantly drawing everyone's attention.

They knew of Yun Shan; in their era, Yun Shan was the undisputed overlord.

Now, the strength Yun Shan displayed was many times greater than in the past. Could Xiao Ze still win?

"Hmph! An ignorant brat who doesn't know the immensity of heaven and earth. Since you want to play, this Sect Master will accompany you to the end!"

He was a former Sect Master, after all; his aura could not be weak.

Besides, with the help of the Soul Hall Protector, he had successfully advanced to Dou Zong. Who was stronger and who was weaker would be decided by their own hands!

Xiao Ze laughed, "Then let me see how much weight you really carry!"

"Great Heaven Creation Palm!"

As he raised his hand, an ancient and powerful aura erupted like a geyser. The terrifying pressure made everyone present struggle to breathe, as if their throats were being throttled.

Even space itself could not bear the burden and shattered, revealing deep, dark spatial rifts.

Then, a black hole the size of a soybean suddenly appeared, its terrifying suction seemingly capable of destroying everything in the world.

Just by looking at it for a moment, it felt as if one's soul would be devoured; it was exceptionally eerie.

Opposite him, Yun Shan was shocked. He truly could not understand where his opponent had obtained such a terrifying Dou Technique, one that possessed such destructive power.

He dared not underestimate it and unleashed all his Dou Techniques.

"Great Sorrow Wind-Tearing Hand!"

"Wind Brake Annihilation Gang!"

"Extreme Wind: Sunset Shine!"

Yun Shan unleashed his techniques simultaneously, hoping to block the descending palm.

Yet, even with all his methods, he failed to block it in the slightest. The terrifying devouring force instantly disintegrated all his attacks.

"Rampant!" Yun Shan roared. (Heaven-tier sound-wave Dou Technique)

He did not believe that he, a Dou Zong, was this weak.

"Great Sorrow Wind-Tearing Hand!"

But even so, he still suffered defeat. Before this devouring force, he was like an ant.

"Protector Wu, save me!"