"Old man, cut the crap. If you've got what it takes, come at me." Jia Lie Jun crooked a finger, his face full of contempt. Trying to use the Wang Clan to intimidate him was truly naive.
The old man's fists clenched tightly, his beard quivering and eyes bulging with rage. He held a high position within the clan and had always cared greatly about his dignity. Everyone who saw him usually fawned over him, yet today he had been insulted by a mere brat. However, when he glanced at the Seven-Colored Sky Swallowing Python and the Talisman Puppet standing before him, he did not dare to act rashly.
Seeing this, Jia Lie Jun's lips curled up slightly. He extended a finger, and an arrow of flame shot from its tip. With a boom, flames soared into the sky. Accompanied by a shrill scream, the scene was especially terrifying within the silent valley. When the flames dispersed, only a pile of powder remained on the ground. A gentle breeze swept through, scattering the powder into the wind.
"Brat, you're courting death!" The old man's eyes turned bloodshot as he stared at Jia Lie Jun, as though he wanted to devour him alive. He had not expected Jia Lie Jun to be so audacious as to kill Wang Yan right in front of him.
Wang Yan's elder brother, Wang Zhong, doted on this younger brother immensely. Once he returned to the clan, he would certainly face a grim fate. Though his crime would not warrant death, once Wang Zhong ascended to the position of clan head, he would definitely suffer. At that thought, cold sweat poured down the old man's back. Gritting his teeth, he stomped hard on the ground and used the recoil to pounce at Jia Lie Jun like