An Juntian waved toward the Void, and a palm print appeared out of nowhere, carrying the might of a Celestial Being as it pressed down on Xiao Yifeng.
At that moment, Bai Zhixin, Gu Qingcheng, Sun Feng, and others all changed their expressions drastically, their faces filled with intense worry, while Wuu Tianwen and Situ Yunlong’s mouths curled into smug smiles.
However, just as the palm print was about to hit Xiao Yifeng, another palm print appeared from nowhere and directly obliterated An Juntian’s palm print.
An Juntian’s face changed, and he bellowed sharply.
A deep and authoritative voice rang out, and an old man in a white robe, with grizzled hair and a face full of the ravages of time, appeared here.
With a slightly hunched body, he emanated no aura whatsoever, appearing like a perfectly ordinary old man. However, it was clear that an ordinary old man could not possibly be in this place, and it was obvious that he was the one who had issued the palm print just now.
Seeing the old man, An Juntian’s expression changed, and he restrained his aura, bowing and calling out with utmost respect, without any trace of his previous arrogance.
"Dragon Head of the Dragon Soul!"
Xiao Ding and others looked at the old man with a touch of surprise in their eyes.
"An Juntian, do you know what you are doing?"
The old man, with his hands behind his back and a stooped frame, looked at An Juntian with an indifferent gaze. Even though he released no aura, he made An Juntian feel a deep sense of oppression.
"Lord Rain Dragon, I..."
An Juntian fell silent for a moment before he spoke, only to be interrupted by the other party.
"Xiao Yifeng is a member of the Dragon Soul. You, as the Dragon Head of Dragon Soul, have raised your hand against your own. Do you wish to betray the Dragon Soul or to challenge the rules of the Dragon Soul?"
The old man spoke calmly and lightly, but his voice made one’s heart tremble.
"Lord Rain Dragon, I dare not! It was only due to my disciple being harmed that I acted impulsively in anger."
An Juntian’s face changed, and he hurriedly spoke.
"An Juntian, remember your position. This is a dispute among the younger generation, and you should not interfere, whether publicly or privately. This time, I will forgive you out of consideration for your protective nature toward your disciple. But if there is a next time, don’t blame me for being impolite."
The old man’s expression darkened, and his authoritative tone rang out.
"Take your disciple and leave!"
After the old man spoke, An Juntian immediately left with Xiao Yiyun, the latter casting a cold and twisted glare at Xiao Yifeng.
After the two of them had left, the one known as Lord Rain Dragon turned and swept a glance over Xiao Yifeng. Without waiting for Xiao Yifeng to speak, he left the place.
"Little Feng, are you alright?"
Xiao Han looked at Xiao Yifeng and quickly asked.
Xiao Yifeng shook his head and slowly stood up from the ground, looking at Xiao Han, "Uncle, did you know that strong one? Is he from the Dragon Soul?"
"Yes, he is indeed from the Dragon Soul. And if I’m not mistaken, he should be one of the Five Great Dragon Lords of the Dragon Soul, specifically, Lord Rain Dragon."
Xiao Han said, his voice grave.
"Wind, rain, thunder, lightning, ice? Lord Rain Dragon?"
Xiao Yifeng’s eyes flashed with shock.
"Yes, apart from the Dragon Head, the Dragon Soul also has five other controllers, known as the Five Great Dragon Lords of wind, rain, thunder, lightning, and ice. These five possess peerless strength, unfathomably deep, each one a top-tier martial artist."
"It is precisely due to the existence of these five that the Dragon Soul can intimidate the Sect Families of the Martial Arts World and maintain the secular order in China. Normally, these five Dragon Lords hardly ever show themselves, only taking action at critical moments. I never expected your fight with Yi Yun today to alarm Lord Rain Dragon, prompting him to personally intervene."
A hint of resignation flashed through Xiao Han’s eyes.
"Alright, let’s go, Third Uncle."
Having learned of these matters, Xiao Yifeng spoke indifferently, sheathing the Minghong Blade.
Then Xiao Yifeng, accompanied by Xiao Han, departed from the mountain peak. At this moment, the eyes of the onlookers followed Xiao Yifeng, while Xiao Ding had left early on.
Wuu Tianwen watched Xiao Yifeng with chilling murderous intent crossing his eyes, then he turned and walked away. Meanwhile, Sun Feng and Bai Zhixin looked at Xiao Yifeng approaching and stepped forward to greet him, and Gu Qingcheng, without saying much, also turned and left.
"So it is. It seems that even the heavens want to aid me, hastening your death, boy. Enjoy your final moments, for your happiness won’t last long."
Situ Yuntian watched Xiao Yifeng, a cold smile curling at his lips, a sinister glint passing through his eyes before he quickly turned to leave.
"Brother Xiao, you truly are incredible, even Xiao Yiyun was no match for you. That battle was so intense, it made the blood boil!"
Sun Feng said, looking at Xiao Yifeng with astonishment.
"Thank you for the compliments!"
Xiao Yifeng replied with a smile.
"I hadn’t expected your strength to have improved so quickly!"
Bai Zhixin also couldn’t help but comment as she looked at Xiao Yifeng.
"You’re not so bad yourself, breaking through to the Qi Condensation Realm."
Xiao Yifeng looked at Bai Zhixin with a smile, noting her newly attained strength.
"Little Feeng, don’t clash with Yi Yun so carelessly in the future. No matter what, you share the same Clan bloodline, and that familial bond cannot be changed."
"If either of you gets hurt or comes across an accident, it wouldn’t be good. Both your grandfather and I would be heartbroken."
Xiao Han said to Xiao Yifeng.
"Conflict between him and me is bound to be endless in this lifetime. Once I have taken my revenge, do you think he will let me off? If he comes after me, should I simply surrender without a fight?"
Xiao Yifeng’s tone was cold as his eyes glinted with an icy light.
Hearing this, Xiao Han didn’t know what to say and simply let out a deep sigh.
Elsewhere, Xiao Yiyun and An Juntian had left Yan Mountain and were walking along a trail.
"Master, is that really one of the Five Great Dragon Lords of the Dragon Soul, Lord Rain Dragon?"
"Yes, that’s him, Lord Rain Dragon. I hadn’t expected even him to be disturbed this time."
An Juntian said with a grave expression.
"Master, I’m sorry, I’ve let you down and tarnished your reputation, also leading to the destruction of the Hunyuan Sword."
Xiao Yiyun apologized, bowing to An Juntian.
"It’s not your fault. It’s just that the boy is too strong, and the blade in his hand is no common artifact, or else it couldn’t have shattered the Hunyuan Sword."
"This young man’s background and identity must be far from ordinary; given that he was a discarded child and also afflicted with a severed meridian, he shouldn’t possess such powerful strength and talent without the guidance and instruction from a superior."
A sharp light flickered in An Juntian’s eyes.