Zhang Yuanrang stood at the very front, gave Yuan Siwu a thumbs-up, then abruptly turned his thumb downward!
"You!" Yuan Siwu snapped. "Don't get cocky, Zhang Yuanrang! Your Zhang Family doesn't rule this place anymore!"
"The son of the Clear Sword Sect's Sect Master is here! You're dead!"
An Shuai stepped forward, his aura already beginning to surge.
After several months of cultivation, he had nearly reached the peak of void refining and Dao integration. He was still a little short, but that should hardly matter.
As An Shuai's aura surged, the weather gradually began to turn foul.
Indeed, this man had already stirred the heavens without even attacking. Once he struck, no one dared imagine the consequences.
Yuan Siwu couldn't help growing excited. This strength surpassed even Lin Yi's!
When Lin Yi had fought the Clear Sword Sect's elder so fiercely, the disturbance in the heavens had only been on this scale.
Yet now, before An Shuai had even attacked, things had already reached this point.
Once he struck, no one knew what would happen!
But the outcome could never change.
Zhang Yuanrang picked at his ear and said helplessly, "Yuan Siwu, oh, Yuan Siwu. Your Yuan Family really is hopeless. You can't even figure out whose thigh to cling to."
"Don't tell me you think the Clear Sword Sect can actually help you?"
"Enough of your prattle!" An Shuai thrust his sword forward without even drawing it!
His sword intent took physical form first, and the surrounding buildings instantly cracked!
Yet Zhang Yuanrang stood right where he was, without so much as moving a muscle.
An Shuai's attack had no effect on him.
"Oh dear, an outstanding disciple of the Clear Sword Sect. I thought you'd be impressive, but this is all you've got!" Zhang Yuanrang smiled and