Going to the Battlefield

Nalan Hongruo heard Chen Xiao's words and forcibly suppressed the fury in his heart.

Almost involuntarily, he glanced toward the Lord of the Dao of Alchemy and Xuantian Guyue.

He could ignore Chen Xiao, even slap him to death with a single blow, but he could not ignore the Lord of the Dao of Alchemy, someone whose status and cultivation were no less than his own.

As for Xuantian Guyue, the newly appointed Lord of the Sword Dao, the two thousand disciples he had brought this time were all elite disciples of the Mo Clan. The Mo Clan's standing and background were far from insignificant; indeed, the Mo Family was even more powerful than the Artifact Venerable Nalan Clan.

That madman Kuang Yi had nearly wiped out the disciples of both the Dao of Alchemy and the Mo Family in a single move.

Now, hearing Chen Xiao's sharp rebuke, Nalan Hongruo jolted and came back to his senses.

The elite younger generation of the Nalan Clan had practically been wiped out. Even with the state of mind of a Primordial Unity Golden Immortal, Nalan Hongruo could not help losing control somewhat. But now, sensing the slightly hostile gazes of Xuantian Guyue and the Lord of the Dao of Alchemy, he slowly let out a breath.

"That madman Kuang Yi bears some enmity toward our Glazed Dao Academy. There is nothing surprising about him coming here to ambush the academy's disciples."

Nalan Hongruo's emotions settled in an instant as he spoke blandly.

"Then why did Kuang Yi keep shouting 'raise the price, raise the price' at you, Lord Artifact Venerable?"

At that moment, Mo Xinlang beside Chen Xiao stepped forward and spoke coldly.

"Humph!"

Hearing Mo Xinlang's words, Nalan Hongruo could not help snorting coldly. Mo Xinlang immediately gave a muffled