"You...!" Gu Hua was the first to lose his patience. His temper had always been fiery, and after suffering a defeat at Xiao Yan's hands last time, he had been bottling up a blaze of anger with nowhere to vent it. Now, publicly humiliated by Lei Jingxiao, both old grudges and new hatred surged into his heart at once.
He took a step forward, and the mighty Dou Qi within him erupted like a suppressed volcano. The aura of a Half-Saint burst forth without restraint, and even the ground beneath his feet could not withstand that power, beginning to crack slightly. His eyes were bloodshot as he glared fixedly at Lei Jingxiao, his voice somewhat hoarse with rage. "Lei Jingxiao! I have treated you as a guest. Apologize properly now, and I can let this matter go!"
Even under such provocation, Gu Hua retained the last shred of his composure. After all, this was the Ancient Clan, and it was best not to fight if they could avoid it.
The atmosphere was incomparably tense, and a great battle could break out at any moment.
Naturally, Lei Jingxiao had no intention of stopping there and letting the matter rest. When he saw Gu Hua speak up, a hint of delight appeared in his eyes. If the Ancient Clan had not reacted, it would have been difficult for him to keep stirring things up.
"Hahaha!" Lei Jingxiao threw back his head and laughed, his laughter full of mockery as it exploded across the silent plaza like thunder. "Gu Hua, are your ears broken? Wasn't my meaning clear enough? Then I'll say it again, so all you arrogant geniuses of the Ancient Clan can hear it loud and clear!"
He suddenly stepped forward, his aura soaring as his voice resounded throughout the plaza.