The Might of a Single Punch

Mohe Tian, in particular, looked savage and livid, as though a whole grassland had sprouted atop his head.

"Do you know what you're saying?" Fu Tu Xuan narrowed his eyes, his voice low.

"I do. Chen Mo and I have already become husband and wife. I absolutely cannot be promised to another." Qing Yanjing had felt somewhat uneasy before, but once she finished speaking, she inexplicably felt much more relaxed, and her gaze became resolute.

"Grand Elder, I hope you will grant us your blessing." Chen Mo clasped his hands beside her. He would never let Qing Yanjing bear the pressure of the entire clan alone.

"Ah... I want you dead! Dead..." Mohe Tian finally snapped, his mind nearly twisting apart. As the Young Clan Head of the Mohe Ancient Clan, when had he ever suffered such humiliation? He immediately clasped his hands toward Fu Tu Xuan and said, "Grand Elder, the marriage alliance between our two clans was personally agreed to by you. Now that this has happened, I hope Grand Elder will uphold justice for me. Otherwise, the Mohe Ancient Clan will absolutely not let this matter rest."

Mohe Tian spoke with a half-threatening tone.

Fu Tu Xuan frowned, then swept his gaze toward Chen Mo. "You have quite the nerve."

"You ignorant brat, you are courting death." An elder at the side berated Chen Mo, while several others even prepared to make a move.

"Stop."

Just as they were about to act, Fu Tu Xuan's deep voice rang out. He glanced at the elders, who immediately lowered their hands and stepped back. Then he said, "She has violated clan rules, and the clan rules shall deal with her. Imprison the two of them beneath the Ancestor Tower for a hundred years."

The entire hall was shocked by