Lan Yue summoned all the Vast Ancient power within her, raising it directly to its peak, engaging in a clash of momentum with Yuwen Tuo.
The invisible contest had already begun.
Xi Lan, standing by, also sensed it. Her strength was no small matter either. After all, she was the Old Man's first disciple. Without impressive strength, how could her junior brothers possibly accept her authority?
"Lan Yue, don't lose to me now and send your man to trouble me later," Yuwen Tuo sneered ruthlessly at Lan Yue. "Your man probably wouldn't dare anyway. Even if I lent him the courage tenfold, he still wouldn't have the guts."
"Crossing moves with me is nothing but self-inflicted humiliation."
"Shall I kill...?"
Faced with Yuwen Tuo's relentless insults toward her man, Lan Yue clearly couldn't endure it.
Before she could finish her words, she was silenced by a sharp look from Xi Lan, forcing her to swallow her words and sit back down.
