Zhongli Yan arrived with an imposing presence, and by himself he turned the tide of the atmosphere in the area.
The Zhongli Clan members seemed to have found their backbone the moment they saw him.
Zhongli Yan cast them a glance and said disdainfully, "You've truly gone further and further downhill these past years, to become such utter trash that a single man has frightened you into this state."
The Zhongli Clan members all lowered their heads in silence. They wanted to stand tall too, but Su Xin had severely wounded a Soul Fusion Realm martial artist the moment he arrived. If they still insisted on putting up a front, they would simply be courting death.
Zhongli Yan turned to Su Xin, his eyes flashing with icy coldness. "I heard your name back on Great Snow Mountain—'Blood Sword Divine Finger' Su Xin, the most outstanding martial artist among the Great Zhou Dynasty's younger generation.
"When I was young, I too was arrogant and looked down on everyone. But young people must always run into a wall a few times before they learn when to advance and when to retreat.
"Back then, I yielded only before one person. If you leave of your own accord today, I can spare you once. Otherwise, running into a wall is not a pleasant feeling."
Among the Zhongli Clan's three Yang Spirit Realm martial artists, Zhongli Yan was the youngest, and likewise the proudest.
Su Xin had dealt with quite a few Yang Spirit Realm martial artists, but most of them were the sort who concealed their sharpness. The most typical was Xuan Ming, chief of Shaolin Temple's Arhat Hall. Though Xuan Ming appeared utterly unremarkable on the surface, when he did not act, he was nothing; once he acted, he shocked all four sides.