Chen Jianduan said nothing more and stood before the door. One man holding the pass against ten thousand-this was precisely that.
"Uncle, you're so imposing!"
Chen Shichong immediately raised his thumb and praised him sincerely. A smile appeared on Chen Qi's face, and her admiration for her father deepened as she helped Mu Bai sit up and fed him medicinal broth.
Chen Jianduan's imposing display of authority immediately sent the entire Sword Sect into an uproar. Gazing from afar at the giant sword towering majestically, many had no idea what this formidable man intended to do. Xue Dongming's eyes, however, brimmed with hatred, and he went without a word to Beishan Lie's Sect Heir Manor.
"Young Sect Master, Chen Jianduan clearly has no regard for you."
"He's still living in his own era. How pitiful and pathetic."
How could Beishan Lie have failed to see the giant sword reaching into the sky above the Third Peak? The gleaming blade pointed straight toward his Sect Heir Manor, and the viciousness in his eyes already held murderous intent. He knew Chen Jianduan had been a rising force in his youth, but had he not still stalled at the xiu zun stage, unable to advance another inch? His own father, Beishan Fengyun, had already become a dao zun. Such was the fate of their lineages, and it could not be changed.
"Young Sect Master, should we find an opportunity to kill him?"
Xue Dongming wanted to seize the chance to eliminate Chen Jianduan, preferably uprooting the entire Chen household as well. His aged, gray-brown face was covered in murderous intent.
"Impudence!" Beishan Fengyun barked. "Whatever else he may be, he is still my father-in-law. What position are you trying to put me in?"
"I wouldn't dare, I wouldn't dare..."
"What wouldn't you dare?