The Bet

"How dare you divorce me!"

Watching Xiao Yan toss the divorce letter at her, Nalan Yanran froze for a moment before flying into a rage.

Then, she gritted her teeth at the middle-aged deacon beside her. "Uncle Ge, hurry, teach him a lesson!"

"Yes, Young Sect Master."

The deacon called Ge Ye answered respectfully.

His hands then curled sharply like eagle talons as green battle qi gathered within them, radiating fine yet fierce sword qi.

"How dare you!"

Seeing this, Xiao Yan's father, Xiao Zhan, who sat in the main seat of the hall, immediately shouted coldly.

Faint green battle qi gradually covered his body, eventually gathering vaguely around his face into an illusory lion's head.

As their auras erupted, the weaker youths in the hall suddenly turned pale, their chests growing tight.

Seeing the clan's younger members being caught up in this, Xiao Zhan's expression hardened. He said coldly, "If you fight, then even if I must face the Misty Cloud Sect's reckoning afterward, I guarantee you will not leave the Xiao Clan alive!"

"Xiao Zhan, what are you trying to do?! Don't forget that you are still the Xiao Clan's patriarch!"

Just as Xiao Zhan and Ge Ye were at daggers drawn, the three elders at the side shouted sternly.

"Shut up!"

Xiao Zhan's furious roar immediately suppressed the three elders. His gaze remained fixed on Ge Ye without shifting in the slightest.

Breaking off the engagement was acceptable. Their Xiao Clan was indeed no match for the Nalan Clan now, and he accepted that. But if they wanted to touch his son, then they could not blame him for casting aside all courtesy!

"Young Sect Master..."

Seeing Xiao Zhan's resolute attitude, Ge Ye turned back to look at Nalan Yanran, hesitating.

They were both Da Dou Shi,