"Indeed, many forces on the Dou Qi Continent could destroy the Mist Cloud Sect, but that is no reason for me to spare him. This brat publicly tarnished our sect's reputation. If he lives, won't the prestige we have built over generations be swept away?!"
After hearing Ling Ying's words, Yun Shan's expression remained unchanged. His aura continued to rise, and even Ling Ying, an eight-star Dou Huang, felt an immense pressure bearing down on him. Cold sweat poured down his back.
Forcing down his fear of death, Ling Ying shouted at Yun Shan, "Think this through! The force behind me comes from the Central Plains. If you touch him, the person backing me will never let this go. They might even send Dou Zong and Dou Zun experts to raze your Mist Cloud Sect in one stroke!"
"The Central Plains... a truly frightening name. Had you come a few days earlier, I might have shown some wariness toward the mysterious force behind you. Unfortunately, things have changed. Since Xiao Yan chose to make an enemy of the Mist Cloud Sect, he must die here."
Yun Shan sighed softly, showing no intention of backing down. A chilling, bone-deep killing intent flashed across his gentle, jade-like face. His pale hair, which hung down to his waist, stirred without a breeze, and the Dou Qi radiating from his body made even the surrounding space tremble.
"Leave, or die."
Yun Shan's voice, as cold as thousand-year-old ice, reached Ling Ying's ears like the tolling of death's bell. The crushing pressure left Ling Ying afraid to make even the slightest move, lest Yun Shan suddenly strike him down.
Damn it! Ling Ying cursed inwardly. He had thought invoking a powerful, reclusive force from the Central Plains would frighten Yun Shan into backing off, but