A Dou Zun Comes Calling, and the Hong Clan Ancestor Is Scared Witless

Tianbei City, main hall of the Hong Clan estate.

Hong Tianxiao sat in the seat of honor, listening to several stewards report on the output from the three mines seized from the Han Clan.

"Ancestor, that Darksteel Mine in the northern outskirts has an excellent yield. The Han Clan doesn't even dare let out a peep."

A Dou Wang steward clasped his hands, his face glowing with excitement. "I heard that girl Han Yue returned two days ago and even brought several young people from the Outer Domain. The Han Clan is in quite a stir internally."

Hong Tianxiao lifted his teacup and let out a cold sneer.

"That old bastard Han Fei has been in seclusion for ten years, and his cultivation has made little progress. What does he have to contend with me? Once Elder Shen Yun of the Wind Lightning North Pavilion arrives next month, Tianbei City will bear the Hong surname."

Before his words had faded, the space above the entire hall suddenly twisted violently.

Without any warning, a mountain-heavy pressure descended from nowhere, instantly reducing the bluestone roof tiles to powder.

Crack!

The teacup in Hong Tianxiao's hand shattered into dust, while the tea within was crushed into vapor before it could touch the ground.

The several Dou Wang stewards and Dou Emperor elders standing in attendance had their knees buckle. They were all forced flat onto the ground, unable to move even a finger.

The Wind Attribute Dou Qi within Hong Tianxiao surged madly as he tried to rise and resist, only to discover that the surrounding space had become as hard as iron. The circulation of his Dou Qi had been suppressed by more than ninety percent.

"Spatial lockdown... a Dou Zun expert?"

Hong Tianxiao's throat went dry, and cold sweat instantly soaked