Ge Ye: You're actually a Dou Zong expert!?

Nalan Yanran retreated rapidly, her hands dancing as surging Dou Qi erupted from within her body, forming several small wind vortexes.

They spun rapidly around her, the Nalan Clan's high-tier Yellow-grade Dou Technique—Wind Spirit Whirlwind Dance.

Xiao Yan, however, remained unfazed. He took a deep breath, his internal Dou Qi circulating at high speed, causing a faint glow to shimmer across his skin.

He bent his knees slightly, kicked off the ground with a sudden burst of force, and leaped high into the air, twisting his waist mid-flight.

His legs, like a pair of fierce battle axes, swung down toward Nalan Yanran with immense power—a follow-up variation of the Eight Extremities Collapse.

Seeing this, Nalan Yanran manipulated the wind vortexes to meet Xiao Yan's attack.

The two collided, emitting a harsh, grating sound.

Relying on the rigid, explosive force of the Eight Extremities Collapse, Xiao Yan shattered the wind vortexes entirely and continued to lunge toward Nalan Yanran.

The moment he landed, Xiao Yan closed the distance again, his fists raining down like a storm, each strike imbued with the powerful explosive force of the Eight Extremities Collapse.

Caught off guard by this torrential onslaught, Nalan Yanran was forced into a steady retreat, her clothes snapping loudly under the pressure of his fist winds.

After one final exchange of blows, Nalan Yanran could no longer withstand the power of Xiao Yan's attack.

Her body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, slamming heavily into a pillar in the hall as a trace of blood spilled from the corner of her mouth.

Xiao Yan stood his ground, looking at Nalan Yanran with icy eyes, and said in a deep voice, "After today, there is no longer any connection between us!"

With that, he walked to the table Xiao Fan had prepared and wrote furiously.

The ink fell, the brush stopped!

Xiao Yan suddenly drew a short blade, sliced his palm, and pressed his blood-stained hand onto the white paper, leaving a glaring red print!

He picked up the contract gently and walked over to Nalan Yanran, throwing it heavily onto the ground.

"This is the proof that I am casting you out of the Xiao Clan! From this day forward, we have no more ties!"

"You... you..."

Nalan Yanran's face turned deathly pale; the surge of anger overwhelmed her, and she fainted on the spot.

The hall fell into a deathly silence, everyone shocked by Xiao Yan's performance in this battle.

No one had expected that Xiao Yan, once dismissed as a waste, could unleash such formidable strength to defeat Nalan Yanran.

Even less did they expect him to publicly divorce the young mistress of the Misty Cloud Sect!

Elder Ge Ye moved to intervene, but Xiao Fan's gaze swept over him like a blade.

Under the pressure of a Heaven Realm Soul, Ge Ye felt the weight of a mountain, not daring to move an inch. His body trembled slightly, and cold sweat poured down his face.

Who is this man? How could he be so terrifying!?

Night shrouded the earth, and the cold moonlight spilled over the winding, rugged road.

Ge Ye and his party were hurrying back toward the Misty Cloud Sect in silence, save for the sound of footsteps and heavy breathing.

Ge Ye's expression was grim, his eyes flashing with resentment as he gnashed his teeth and hissed, "I will certainly report this humiliation to the Sect Master. I will make those people in the Xiao Clan realize the power of the Misty Cloud Sect. In this Gama Empire, they shall not be allowed to act so wantonly!"

The young man beside him was also filled with hatred, his fists clenched as he chimed in, "Exactly! When I return, I will make that man named Xiao Fan pay. I will force him to kneel and beg for forgiveness in front of everyone, making him pay the price for what he did today!"

As he spoke, his chest heaved violently, his rage at its peak.

Nalan Yanran looked dazed, her eyes staring blankly into the distance. Her beautiful face appeared exceptionally pale under the moonlight, like a porcelain doll that had lost its life.

Xiao Yan's resolute face and the immense strength he used to defeat her played over and over in her mind, leaving her heart filled with confusion and loss.

"Oh? And who is it that you want to kneel and beg for forgiveness?"

A voice seemed to ring out from the air. Everyone looked up in terror to see Xiao Fan walking through the void as if he were a god descending from the heavens.

The moonlight spilled over him, outlining his tall and upright figure. The powerful aura radiating from him surged like a tide, making it impossible to look directly at him.

Elder Ge Ye's eyes widened, the color draining from his face instantly. His lips trembled as he stammered, "Not... not using Dou Qi wings to fly... this... this is a Dou Zong expert!"

His voice shook like a sieve, every word seemingly exhausting all his strength.

At the thought of his earlier rude reprimands toward this expert, a chill rose from Ge Ye's spine.

Regret flooded his heart, and his pulse hammered against his chest as if it would burst.

"My Lord, please spare us..."

Ge Ye did not hesitate to drop to his knees, slamming his forehead against the ground with a dull, loud thud.

At this moment, all his previous arrogance and bluster had vanished, leaving only the fear of death.

He knew well that this Dou Zong expert before him could wipe them all out with a mere gesture, and that the Misty Cloud Sect was nothing more than an ant in his eyes.

Thinking of this, he hurriedly turned to look at the still-dazed Nalan Yanran and the young man, shouting sternly, "Still not kneeling!"

His voice was filled with anxiety and panic.

"Yes... yes..."

The young man was so terrified his face turned white and his legs went weak. He collapsed to his knees with a thud, his entire body trembling violently, his teeth chattering with a rhythmic clicking sound.

His heart was filled with despair; recalling his own reckless words from moments ago, he felt the shadow of death closing in on him step by step.

It's over... it's all over...

Nalan Yanran slowly knelt as well, her once-proud head bowed as low as it could go, a trace of stubbornness and grievance etched upon her face.

Some of her previous doubts seemed to have found their answers.

In her heart, she vaguely attributed all of this to the mysterious Dou Zong expert standing before her.

If not for his guidance, how could Xiao Yan possess the strength to defeat her?

If only she could receive the assistance of such an expert, how could the situation today have ended in such a pathetic state?

High in the air, Xiao Fan watched this scene, frowning slightly, feeling speechless.

Did this Nalan Yanran still feel aggrieved even now?

He snapped his fingers lightly, and a graceful figure appeared—it was none other than the Little Doctor Fairy.

"This Seat has no desire to bully the young..."

Xiao Fan's voice was calm and indifferent, yet it echoed in everyone's ears like the tolling of a great bell.

"This is the handmaiden of This Seat. If you can defeat her, today's matter shall be put to rest. If you cannot..."

Xiao Fan's gaze turned instantly cold and piercing, and a tangible killing intent permeated the air, making everyone shudder.

The words left unsaid hung over their hearts like a heavy, crushing boulder.

Beads of sweat the size of peas rolled down Ge Ye's forehead, and he cursed his luck inwardly.

He understood that their life-or-death crisis today hinged entirely on this seemingly unfair battle.

He cast a resentful glance at Nalan Yanran, filled with bitter regret: how could he have been so blinded as to get involved in the disputes of these juniors?

Because of her, he was now on the verge of losing his own life!