Pfft!
Surging force burst from Xiao Yan's palm.
A pained muffled groan escaped Nalan Yanran's throat, followed by a mouthful of blood that trickled from the corner of her lips.
Its vivid color was tragically beautiful, almost bewitching.
Her beautiful eyes, filled with complex emotions, stared at that young face, still as cold and indifferent as ever.
Nalan Yanran slowly closed her eyes, her arms falling limp as her body became like a withered blossom.
Carried by the wind, she fell helplessly toward the ground.
At that moment, the entire venue fell silent!
Every gaze fixed upon the graceful figure falling through the air.
The faces of the Misty Cloud Sect disciples were filled with disbelief.
Nalan Yanran was the most outstanding member of the Misty Cloud Sect's younger generation.
She had condensed her Dou Cyclone at thirteen and successfully advanced to the Dou Practitioner rank. At sixteen, she had reached the Dou Master rank, and at twenty, she had stepped into the ranks of Grand Dou Masters in one stroke!
A twenty-year-old Grand Dou Master—such cultivation speed.
Though it could not be called the greatest in the Misty Cloud Sect's long history, she could easily rank among the top ten.
Yet someone so exceptional, someone ordinary people could not help but admire from the bottom of their hearts, had been defeated by the Xiao Clan's former trash.
For the Misty Cloud Sect disciples who had always regarded Nalan Yanran as the goddess of their dreams, it undoubtedly left them with a profound sense of defeat.
"That damned brat!"
His palm slamming heavily onto the stone platform beside him in anger, Yun Leng's face turned livid.
He had not expected Xiao Yan to show him so little respect. His earlier warning had been completely ineffective.
"Great Elder, what should we