"Hahahaha! You brats are certainly fired up—you've got even me worked up listening to you."
Hong Yao burst into laughter, and lightning crackled all around him. "Shenglai! Let loose and fight! I alone can hold back those three Perfected Cultivators!"
With that, Hong Yao turned into a streak of crimson lightning and flashed past. Within a few blinks, he had already taken the initiative and charged onto the cloud mass.
"Thunderclap Kill!"
With a fierce shout, several spheres of thunderstorm energy instantly condensed in Hong Yao's palm. The spheres twisted together and merged, and when the energy within reached its peak, he sent them flying with a palm strike.
Boom-crack!
The rushing thunder carried the force of heaven splitting open, blasting the cloud mass apart in a single strike.
"Bold!"
"Do not run wild!"
"Hong Yao! This is a matter between the Su Family and the He Family. Are you truly going to step into this muddy water? Do you know how dangerous it is?"
Three figures abruptly rose into the air and charged at Hong Yao.
The Perfected Cultivator from the Su Family opened his mouth and shouted, intending to force Hong Yao to retreat on his own.
Yet before Hong Yao's words could even be heard, that incomparably fierce lightning technique had already struck.
"You!"
The Su Family cultivator's face changed drastically. He hastily dodged aside, not daring to meet its edge.
"So long-winded, spouting nothing but nonsense. Fight if you want to fight; if not, get lost!"
As Hong Yao spoke, he flicked his hand and summoned the lightning net.
The three opposite him immediately turned solemn as well, throwing themselves into the battle with full concentration.
On the other side, once the cloud mass dispersed, Su Lingyun was the first to charge out, with He Shenglai