Facing Yao Xingtong's openly threatening question, Venerable Feng, high in the sky, merely smiled with calm composure.
Venerable Feng stood in midair, his blue robe fluttering in the wind. He showed no fear of the pressure from the two Three-Star Battle Venerables opposite him, nor did he take the threats of Yao Xingtong, the Yao Clan's direct-descendant prodigy, seriously.
After all, Venerable Feng had weathered thousands of years of upheaval across the Central Plains. He had seen the arrogance and overbearing ways of the ancient Emperor Clans, and certainly wouldn't be cowed by a few threats.
"Little brat, you're young, yet you've already picked up the Yao Clan's habit of looking down on everyone."
Venerable Feng's tone was mild.
"You think that because your Yao Clan bears the name of an ancient Emperor Clan, you can run rampant across the Central Plains and bully its cultivators as you please?"
Yao Xingtong's brows shot up, and the hostility in his eyes intensified. He said coldly:
"Do you truly believe that protecting an outcast of the Yao Clan and challenging my clan's authority will end well for you?"
"End well?"
Venerable Feng chuckled.
"The ancient Emperor Clans are many and mighty. As far as I know, your Yao Clan isn't the only power dominating the lands of the Central Plains."
"The Ancient Clan, Stone Clan, Thunder Clan, Yan Clan, and the other great Emperor Clans each follow their own path and abide by the rules of heaven and earth. None of them are as overbearing as your Yao Clan."
"Heavenly Flames are born of heaven and earth. They belong to no sect, no faction, no clan, and no master. Since ancient times, they have gone to whoever is capable, won through opportunity and strength. That is an unchanging rule of the cultivation