"Who are you?" Those people truly lived up to their aristocratic clan origins. They seemed extremely vigilant, with some keeping watch over their surroundings even as they attacked. The moment Fang Qianyuan and the others appeared, they shouted a challenge.
"Heavenly Dao Alliance business! Bystanders, stand clear!" Zhou Renxiong was an old hand. He immediately stepped forward and shouted, cowing the other party with his imposing presence.
"You're from the Heavenly Dao Alliance?" The people opposite them visibly froze.
Ordinary villagers in a little mountain village might not know of the Heavenly Dao Alliance, but aristocratic clans, wealthy households, and major sects everywhere certainly did.
Zhou Renxiong's declaration carried considerable weight.
Fang Qianyuan, however, paid no attention to any of that and charged straight into the fray.
The others cried out in alarm. "Boy, get out of the way!"
"Stray arrows have no eyes! Don't court death!"
"Stop interfering! What if you let the demon escape?"
But Fang Qianyuan merely struck out with his palms again and again, driving the Thunder Civet back. Suddenly seizing an opening, he slammed a heavy Heavenly Frost Palm into its forehead.
The Thunder Civet had already been struck by his Wind Blade Frost Sword divine ability, leaving its body stiff and cold. It had fought the invading chill throughout its flight, only to fall into these aristocratic clan members' encirclement just as it began to recover.
Though its natural agility had allowed it to dodge repeatedly, its impaired condition had still caused it to take several hits.
Faced with Fang Qianyuan's Heavenly Frost Palm, it now had nowhere left to dodge.
Cold surged unchecked into its body. The instantaneous, extreme chill even began to blur its consciousness, and it froze like a statue on the spot.
Fang Qianyuan urged Little White forward with a