"Senior Brother, we can't let this brat humiliate us like this! Even if he's the Bai Clan's heir, so what?!"
"That's right!" another echoed, stepping forward.
"If we cower here, who will respect the Azure Sun Holy Sect in the future?!"
The senior disciple's face darkened. He opened his mouth to stop them—but it was too late.
Several disciples had already rushed forward.
Some rushed to lift Elder Wu, desperate to pull him out from under Bai Zihan's foot. Others brandished their weapons, Qi flaring as they lunged at him.
The ground shook as blades of light, fiery fists, and roaring qi techniques hurtled toward Bai Zihan.
"Idiots!"
Those attacking him were only in Nascent Soul Realm and Soul Formation Realm, far from being strong enough to fight against him.
With a flick of his wrist, his sword sang—an arc of silver light cut through the air, shattering their techniques as though they were nothing but mist.
