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The suddenly tense atmosphere was noticed by all the surrounding experts.
However, no one stepped in.
Instead, quite a few people watched with an expression of amusement, clearly enjoying the drama. Since it wasn't yet the best time to enter the sealed space, this spectacle made for perfect entertainment to pass the time.
After all, whether it was the Falling Star Pavilion or the Yao Clan, neither was an easy force to provoke. A conflict between such super powers was definitely interesting to watch. Many people were also learning for the first time that Yao Chen was actually from the Yao Clan.
Hearing Yao Wangui and Yao Tian's words, Yao Lao's body trembled faintly.
He was usually calm, but being expelled from the Yao Clan had always been the deepest thorn in his heart. Every time that thorn was touched, the composure he cultivated over the years would instantly shatter.
Especially when the one touching the thorn was the very culprit who caused him to be cast out.
"Cultivated for so many years, but his soul realm still hasn't reached the late-stage Heaven Realm. With that level of talent, he's just average. Since he gave up the chance to return, then from now on, there's no need for the clan to concern itself with him."
Seeing Yao Lao's iron-blue expression, Yao Tian shrugged, feeling it boring, and spoke indifferently.
Yao Wangui smiled faintly and nodded slightly.
"Two noisy pests."
Wei Yang's eyes turned cold. He raised his hand and made a distant grasping motion toward them.
Boom!
There was no Dou Qi fluctuation at all. Yet around the three from the Yao Clan, the surrounding space instantly collapsed and crumbled under countless stunned gazes.
"Young brat, how dare you!"
Feeling the terrifying pressure compressing from all directions, Yao Wangui's pupils shrank. He stepped forward, shielding Yao Tian and Yao Ling behind him, while Dou Qi erupted violently from his body. With a shout, he punched out with full force.
Yao Tian and Yao Ling's expressions also sank. Two surging torrents of soul power burst out simultaneously, like titanic waves, sweeping violently in all directions with terrifying force.
Rumble!
Their power collided. The surrounding space turned directly into a stream of shattered particles, leaving behind a pitch-black void hanging in the air.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
Yao Wangui, fully protecting the two juniors, was blasted backward several hundred meters. He only managed to stop after crashing through a section of the void's collapsing edge. He looked extremely disheveled—and even more shocked.
Especially Yao Wangui. His chest heaved violently. After forcibly suppressing the raging energy inside him, he lifted his gaze, disbelief written on his face: "You…"
"Young brat? Hah, I gave you face? After all these years of cultivation, you're still only an early-stage Four-Star Dou Sheng. You can't even withstand a casual move from me. Where did your sense of superiority come from?"
Wei Yang flicked his sleeve and sneered.
"You…!"
Yao Wangui's face flushed crimson. His raised finger trembled violently.
"An ant. Starting now, shut your mouth. If you make another sound, I'll kill you."
Wei Yang narrowed his eyes, voice icy cold.
Yao Wangui opened his mouth, fists clenched so tightly that his joints crackled, yet not a single word came out. In the end, after holding it in for a long time, he released a low grunt. A trace of blood slowly trickled from the corner of his lips.
He was literally angered to the point of spitting blood.
The entire sky fell utterly silent. Countless gazes filled with shock stared at this scene.
Hiss—
A cold chill rose in many people's hearts.
The Ancient Clans had always stood atop the clouds, the most prideful and face-saving of all forces. For Wei Yang to humiliate them publicly like this—this was even more unbearable than killing them.
But after looking at Wei Yang, many people couldn't help but sigh inwardly. This man was exactly as the rumors described: overbearing and fierce, even when facing the Yao Clan. The key was—he had the right to be this arrogant.
The Hun Clan Trio stayed silent. Looking at Yao Wangui, who almost vomited blood from rage, they actually felt a strange sense of sympathy.
Honestly, this was entirely your own fault…didn't you see how low-key the three of us have been? Why did you go looking for trouble before even checking the situation?
At least look at the lineup on the other side. If you want to act tough, pick literally anyone else. You just had to provoke the single hardest person here. He doesn't even give my Hun Clan face. What the hell is the Yao Clan in comparison?
Silence lingered for a moment.
"You… you dare humiliate my Yao Clan!?"
Yao Tian's handsome face turned blue, then pale, teeth clenched as he roared. He truly had not expected that even the three of them together would be unable to withstand a casual attack. Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, those strange gazes sliced across his body like knives.
Xiong~
A surge of earthen brown flames suddenly erupted from within him.
In the next moment, accompanied by a thunderous roar, the flames condensed into the form of a massive tortoise. However, this giant tortoise was covered in sharp fiery spikes, and inside its snarling, ferocious maw was a row of jagged, saw-like fangs.
"This is..."
"Turtle Spiritual Earth Flame, ranked thirteenth on the Heavenly Flame Ranking!"
The crowd was slightly surprised. They hadn't expected Yao Tian to actually possess such a Heavenly Flame. Staring at the enormous flaming tortoise, a flicker of surprise flashed across Wei Yang's face, but it quickly faded back into calm.
"You brought this humiliation upon yourselves. Doesn't feel good? What, you're used to being high and mighty every day, so now you feel wronged? Don't act so arrogant in the future. It's pointless." Wei Yang casually adjusted his sleeve, speaking lightly.
Then, his gaze shifted to Yao Wangui: "Control your people. Don't let a little turtle bare its teeth at me. Who do you think you're scaring?"
"Wei Yang, you have gone too far!"
Hearing this, Yao Tian instantly grew furious, his face turning from green to black. Letting out an angry roar, he was just about to attack recklessly.
But Yao Ling, who had remained silent the whole time, grabbed him and gently shook his head. Yao Tian's eyes were bloodshot, and he almost shattered his back molars from clenching his teeth before finally restraining the impulse to fight to the death.
For a moment, the atmosphere was stiff and tense.
"Elder Wangui, this is just a trivial clash of tempers. There's no need to escalate things."
At this moment, Gu Xun'er smiled softly and stepped forward, positioning herself between both sides: "Why don't we all take a step back and let this end here? I doubt your purpose for coming here was to pick a fight. There's no need to waste your strength for nothing."
"Exactly. Just a small misunderstanding. Young people speak impulsively sometimes. With your seniority, Yao Wangui, why lower yourself to argue with the younger generation?"
Behind Gu Xun'er, Gu Nanhai kept his hands tucked into his sleeves, smiling like a kindly old man as he spoke.
These words more or less provided Yao Wangui a step down.
"Hmph."
Yao Wangui snorted and took the offered exit: "You three master and disciples shouldn't get too full of yourselves. My Yao Clan may act low-key, but if you think you can prance on our heads, you're far from qualified."
Wei Yang merely chuckled and didn't even bother responding, turning his gaze away.
"Yao Wangui, having someone like you in power within the Yao Clan is truly that clan's misfortune. In the future, I will personally visit the Yao Clan."
Yao Lao fixed his gaze on Yao Wangui, speaking slowly: "Though I hold no attachment to the clan, the names of my parents must be carved onto the ancestral tablet."
"Delusional! The ancestral tablet has never recorded mediocrities. Forget your useless parents, even you—"
Yao Wangui sneered. But he couldn't finish the sentence.
Because Wei Yang's chilling gaze once again turned toward him. Sensing that deadly killing intent, the words at the tip of Yao Wangui's tongue were forcibly swallowed back down.
"In short, give up on that thought early."
With a flick of his sleeve, he tossed down this final line, then walked away with Yao Tian and Yao Ling.
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