Ye Xiu cleaved through the smoke and dust as he sped forward.
At his side, hundreds of Spirit Guns flashed with fire as they spun ceaselessly.
The immense chaotic spiritual power gathered within them without pause, as though they could explode at any moment. Yet anyone who had witnessed the earlier slaughter would still be haunted by lingering fear.
"Boy, who exactly are you? How dare you cause trouble in my Yin Water City? Aren't you afraid of retaliation from the Yin Water Tribe?"
As the Yin Water Young Master watched Ye Xiu slowly approach, his aura was noticeably more flustered.
The Yin Water Tribe cultivators he had brought were all elites of the clan. After the Heaven-Suppressing Cauldron had been successfully forged, these carefully selected cultivators had trained in slaughter formations day and night. Once they had achieved results, they had proven invincible on every battlefield. Yet that myth of invincibility had been shattered outright by Ye Xiu, whose cultivation appeared utterly ordinary.
How could such an unexpected turn of events not leave him shocked and terrified?
Still, despite his misgivings, being in Yin Water City—his own territory—gave the Yin Water Young Master tremendous confidence.
He knew perfectly well that word of what had happened in Yin Water City would soon be delivered to the City Lord's Manor by members of his tribe.
When the armies stationed there poured forth in full force, then no matter how powerful the man before him was, he would not be able to retreat unscathed.
Even if he had no confidence in his heart, he still had to display his status and majesty.
If he fled blindly in panic, he would truly be placing himself in danger with no ground beneath his feet.
"I already told you. Let me leave, and we'll go