As the crowd marveled at the battle, Cyan Cloud Peak had already rushed from the Elders' seating area. He picked up Tong Yulong and, after a brief examination, glared at Lin Xuan with bloodshot eyes and roared, "You're so ruthless! To think you shattered so many of Yulong's bones! I'll make you pay!"
"Pay? When your son was shattering other people's bones, I don't recall you standing up and saying anything," Lin Xuan snorted coldly, showing no fear.
Lin Xue held him tightly, her cold gaze fixed on Cyan Cloud Peak, waiting to see what he would do.
"Those pieces of trash, how can they possibly compare to my son!" A terrifying wave of Elemental Power surged from Cyan Cloud Peak's palm. He was incandescent with rage, on the verge of losing his mind and striking Lin Xuan down.
"Second Elder, what is the meaning of this?" Qing Deyun floated over, his weighty voice pouring into Cyan Cloud Peak's mind and jolting him out of his fury.
