Yun Bietian's Arrogant Tyranny

"Of course, if Luo Yunxi joined the sect afterward, then according to seniority, he could get used to calling me Martial Uncle in advance, couldn't he?"

Yun Bietian wore a mocking expression, and his words nearly made quite a few Empty Mountain Valley cultivators, who had originally intended to swallow their anger, fail to catch their breath as they prepared to grab their weapons and fight.

"Personal Disciple Yun!"

Luo Zhoubai stepped forward coldly, shielding his nephew behind him.

"Myriad Clouds Sect and Empty Mountain Valley have been allied for hundreds of years. Our previous agreements have never distinguished between high and low. Empty Mountain Valley is grateful for your sect's aid in those years and offers tribute every year as a courtesy. But if you treat Empty Mountain Valley as slaves and lackeys, humiliating us at will—if word of this gets out, are you not afraid of tarnishing Myriad Clouds Sect's reputation?"

As he spoke, he released his spiritual pressure without restraint. The immense pressure of a Nascent Soul Realm cultivator made everyone present feel as though breathing had become difficult.

This once-renowned genius of Empty Mountain Valley had remained in the Nascent Soul Realm for many years. Everyone in the sect had regretted that his youthful recklessness had offended an elder of Myriad Clouds Sect, bringing punishment upon himself.

But who knew that some cultivators were simply born impossible to stop?

So-called hardship was, to them, merely a pebble crossed on the road to success.

With that immense spiritual pressure bearing down on him, Yun Bietian felt as though his entire body had fallen into an ice pit. He was already at the middle stage of the Core Formation Realm, and, relying on his birth into a prestigious great sect, he looked down on every cultivator outside the