Hearing the threat in Yun Yun's words, Xiao Zhan smiled indifferently.
"You think threatening me with Yun Shan will scare me?"
"I don't mind telling you-even if Yun Shan reaches the Dou Zong realm, as long as he dares come to my Xiao City, I can still take his life."
"When that happens, your Misty Cloud Sect may never be able to gain a foothold in the Jia Ma Empire again."
Xiao Zhan sneered. Even if Gu Yuan came, he would have no fear.
Let alone a mere Dou Zong!
Hearing Xiao Zhan's words, Yun Yun's heart jolted.
He could even kill a Dou Zong!
Could this man have already reached the Dou Zong realm?
Looking at Xiao Zhan's confident expression, Yun Yun suddenly felt uncertain.
The Misty Cloud Sect.
The sect's higher-ups had all gathered in the square.
"Everyone, our Misty Cloud Sect now faces a great calamity. With our strength, we simply cannot contend with the Xiao Clan."
"Thus, I have no choice but to resort to this."
Yun Leng, the Misty Cloud Sect's Great Elder, looked at the remaining elders and spoke gravely.
"Great Elder, must we really do this?"
One of the Misty Cloud Sect's elders looked at Yun Leng and asked hesitantly.
"What else can we do? Are we supposed to stand by and watch our Sect Master remain in the Xiao Clan's hands?"
Then, under everyone's gaze, Yun Leng suddenly took a cloud-white flute from his storage ring, raised it to his lips, and blew hard. A strange, piercing note burst from the flute.
The shrill flute note wound around the entire Misty Cloud Mountain, lingering without end.
Everyone in the square fell silent at Yun Leng's actions. For a time, only the sound of the flute could be heard spreading through the