The Cao Clan Withdraws; Ye Xinlan (Continued)

"Young Master Cao Dan, has no one ever told you that your face is really irritating?" Qin Chen smiled. His smile was gentle and harmless, but his words were as sharp as knives.

"Bastard! How dare you humiliate me like this? Do you really think the Cao Clan is made of clay?" Hearing this, anger immediately surged within Cao Dan.

After all, ever since the Bai, Qiu, and Ye Families had declined, the Cao Clan's status had steadily risen, flourishing like the midday sun.

Now, even the Three Valleys had been overshadowed by the Cao Clan's momentum. Wherever they went, people fawned over them and treated them with reverence.

Since childhood, few people had dared speak to him this way. Today, he had suddenly been ridiculed by an unknown brat who looked even younger than him. If he did not win back his dignity, where would he put his face?

"Heh, I don't know whether your Cao Clan is made of clay."

Qin Chen spoke unhurriedly, his tone as calm as if he were discussing the weather. "But I'm not made of clay!"

As his words fell, the aura of a Dou Zun suddenly burst forth from Qin Chen's body. Like an invisible mountain, it violently pressed down upon Cao Dan.

Sensing that overwhelming aura, one that left him unable to muster even the slightest will to resist, Cao Dan's expression changed drastically, and cold sweat instantly covered his forehead.

He hurriedly shouted to the gray-clothed elder beside him, "Venerable Kuyi, quickly help me stop him!"

"Another Dou Zun?"

Seeing the sudden oncoming aura, the gray-clothed old man, who had not moved from beginning to end, finally raised his eyelids slightly and frowned.

The other party was stronger than him by a notch, yet he was clearly under thirty and