"If you step aside now, I'll pretend none of this ever happened. Otherwise, today, the Night Clan will become your burial ground!"
Ignoring Su Shi'er's proposal, the middle-aged man's face darkened, his words filled with even greater disdain and contempt.
As he spoke, the black patterns around his eyes glimmered with a faint dark light, and a terrifying killing intent radiated from him like a sharp sword pointed straight at Su Shi'er.
He clenched his fists, stirring up an astonishing force.
The surrounding spiritual energy surged, bolstering the middle-aged man and giving off an aura comparable to that of a Foundation Establishment stage cultivator.
Though he was also of the Night Clan, as the Grand Elder's steward, the middle-aged man was clearly no ordinary person. He possessed cultivation.
"Looks like there's no peaceful end to today's matter!"
Su Shi'er's gaze turned increasingly cold. He had already shown considerable goodwill toward this man, yet the other party remained utterly unmoved.
Even a clay figurine had three parts anger. At this moment, the fury in his heart could no longer be suppressed, and his Innate Gang Qi was activated in an instant.
"Heh heh, a peaceful end? You're merely a Nascent Soul cultivator whose cultivation has been sealed. Do you really think you're qualified to negotiate with our Night Clan? How laughable!!!"
The middle-aged man sneered repeatedly.
As his words fell, he raised his fist and smashed it viciously toward Su Shi'er. The heavy, powerful blow howled as it tore through the air.
The killing intent around him also surged to its peak in an instant.
"Ignorant!"
Su Shi'er remained expressionless as he raised his own fist to meet the attack.
His Innate Gang Qi drew upon the spiritual power within his body and collided with the other man's iron fist.
Crack!