But he had weathered storms before, and quickly suppressed his emotions. The threat in his tone, however, was no longer concealed. "Young Master Jiang Xuan, are you truly determined to take this to the bitter end and become the Pang Household's sworn mortal enemy?"
Those words did not frighten Jiang Xuan. Instead, his voice abruptly turned cold, like a northern gale sweeping across the land, its chill biting to the bone. "You have one thing wrong."
"The ones who took matters to the bitter end were you all, from beginning to end. The moment you chose to step forward at this time, you had already made enemies of my Divine Firmament Sect."
Tilting his head slightly, Jiang Xuan fixed the old steward with his scarlet eyes. His tone was calm, yet carried an unquestionable chill. "And besides, who gave you the illusion that after offending me, after offending the Divine Firmament Sect, you could still retreat unscathed? The one who needs to make a choice now is not me—" He paused, then enunciated every word. "It is your Pang Household. You should think carefully about exactly what price you must pay to quell the Divine Firmament Sect's wrath."
There was no need for Jiang Xuan to waste any more breath on what followed.
Pang Guan, whose existence had already been seventy percent consumed by the Phantom Demon, roared out all the words Jiang Xuan had left unsaid before everyone's eyes. "Old dog! Shut your mouth! Did you think I, Pang Guan, stepped forward today without considering the consequences?!"
His face was filled with fervor, like a martyr, but his voice was shrill as though it came from the deepest pits of hell. "I knew it long ago! If I offended the Divine Firmament Sect, I would die. Our entire Pang