Boom, boom, boom... Nine successive thunderclaps descended like horned dragons. Xiang Zhili spat out a mouthful of essence blood, and an obscure, bizarre fluctuation emerged from thin air, wrapping around the nine thunderclaps and the essence blood before turning into a streak of blood that sank into the space between Xiang Zhili's brows!
"Damn it..." Fairy Xuanhua cursed under her breath. She ignored the first half of Xiang Zhili's words and heard only the last sentence, taking it as Xiang Zhili challenging her authority as Sect Leader. "He's only just formed his Nascent Soul, yet he's already this arrogant. What will become of him in the future?"
Even so, Fairy Xuanhua still frowned at the lightning filling the sky, utterly baffled. Xiang Zhili has only just formed his Nascent Soul. By all rights, he shouldn't be this powerful! Could the thunder pills they received in childhood... really be so effective?
"Alas..." Seeing his son's imposing might, Xiangyang was filled with joy, and traces of color returned to his deathly pale face. Yet he still sighed. "Why make such a fuss for no reason? It is enough that Father knows what is in your heart!"
Xiang Zhili slowly withdrew his Dharma form. His voice choked with emotion as he said softly, "Yes, I understand! Rest assured, sir. Didn't you say it before? Your son is a Spirit Severing cultivator. Rest assured, Father, I will definitely let you see that day!"
"Yes, yes, Father knows, Father knows!" Xiang Zhili grinned from ear to ear and nodded.
Xiang Zhili brought Xiangyang down to the ground, where Cui Hongshen and the others came forward to greet them. Xiang Zhili and Cui Yingying paid their respects to their elders, while the other disciples also greeted them. Once the trivial matters were settled, Cui Hongshen recounted