The ergence of the unexpected tornado seed to have caught everyone in the hall off-guard, causing the surrounding Dao Kings to flinch and quickly take a few steps back. Clearly, no one had expected the purple-robed young man to be so unreasonable, to the point where he would attack the Elders of the Holy sect directly.
Still, Zhi Xiuying and the rest of the Elders weren't the kind to be bullied so easily either.
Taking out their weapons, the 4 of them stood their ground and prepared to et the ice tornado head-on!
A mont later, a cacophony of wind and ice raged inside the ancient hall, as the powerful ice storm quickly shrouded everyone in its cold embrace!
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Even though he was standing relatively far from the heart of the storm, Shun Long could still see the scene that was taking place in its very center.
The white-robed Zhi Xiuying had already taken out a bronze shield that was almost half his size and was holding it tightly with both hands as he resisted the ice tornado head-on. As for the rest of the Elders behind him, they had already taken out their own weapons and were now defending against the ice storm with everything they had!
Unfortunately for them, the purple-robed man's tornado wasn't that easy to deal with. Most tornadoes would have naturally dissipated in front of a peak-stage Dao King like Zhi Xiuying, but the purple-robed man's ice storm was clearly anything but simple! A few of the surrounding Dao Kings quickly recognized it for what it was; a famous Saint-grade martial skill of the Bai family, and an extraordinary one at that!
Sharp ice lances were hidden inside the tornado, occasionally ambushing Zhi Xiuying and the 3 Elders from all sides, forcing them to be on their toes.
However, what surprised everyone wasn't the destructive power of the tornado or its deadly hidden attacks, but rather the purple-robed young man's control of it.
Despite the fact that the ice storm had enveloped the entire hall, it seed that only Zhi Xiuying and the 3 Elders behind him were affected by it. As for the rest of the Dao Kings in the hall, other than a slight drop in temperature, they didn't feel anything else amiss.
Of course, Shun Long was no different from them either. Glancing at the walls of the ancient hall that were gradually covered in a thin layer of frost and feeling the air around him getting heavier and heavier with every passing mont, he had to admit that this purple-robed young man of the Bai family wasn't weak. Even if Shun Long wasn't the target of that storm, he could still tell that it was more than enough to threaten the lives of average peak-stage Dao Kings.
Nevertheless, Shun Long wasn't worried about a martial skill of this level. Additionally, although Zhi Xiuying's and the 3 Elders' situation appeared grim, Shun Long could tell that the thin old man hadn't been brought to his limits just yet. He still had strength to spare as he helped the 3 Elders behind him defend themselves from the dreadful tornado!
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A few minutes later, the cold storm finally dispersed, allowing the white hall to return back to its original, tranquil appearance.
As the heavy mist in the air began to scatter, Elder Zhi's figure appeared once again, this ti staring hatefully at the purple-robed youth from the Bai family.
The bald Zhi Xiuying had a look of unconcealed, raging killing intent, and for a mont he even ignored Yang Hui who had been his original target, as he glared at the purple-robed young man and roared furiously
''Bai Yuhan, you little bastard! How dare you interfere in the matters of my Holy sect? Who do you think you are? Even if Yang Hui has decided to join your Bai family, he is still a mber of my Holy sect! How dare you ddle in our matters so openly?''
A frosty glint flashed in Bai Yuhan's eyes after hearing Zhi Xiuying's tone of address, but surprisingly, the purple-robed youth rely shrugged before he answered coldly
''A mber of your Holy sect? Yang Hui has already made his stance clear and everyone here has already heard it as well. Who are you to force him to follow you? Besides, as far as I'm concerned, Yang Hui is rely a subordinate of my sister, nothing more than that. Your Holy sect? I couldn't give two shits about your trash sect! Old fart, scram while I'm still feeling benevolent.''
With a sweep of his hand, Bai Yuhan raised a strong gust of wind, pushing Zhi Xiuying tens of ters backwards, before he unceremoniously turned around and made his way towards the silver door at the depths of the hall.
Clearly, the purple-robed youth was planning to challenge the third floor of the 'Heavenly Tower' right away.
After a brief mont of hesitation, Yang Hui and the rest of the Bai family followed behind him, heading towards the silver door as well.
As for Zhi Xiuying, the old man clenched his fists tightly, his nails seeping deep into his wrinkled palms and drawing blood, as he hatefully glared at Yang Hui's and Bai Yuhan's backs.
And yet, the old Elder of the Holy sect didn't dare to do anything but watch, as the 2 n walked further and further away.
Of course, the surrounding Dao Kings could all tell the reason behind Zhi Xiuying's passiveness. Although the old man himself hadn't been injured, the other 3 Elders of the Holy sect were in a horrible position after having to face Bai Yuhan's ice storm. Clearly, if Zhi Xiuying pushed his hand any further, the ones to suffer first would have been them.
Besides, although Zhi Xiuying wasn't wrong to say that Yang Hui's matter was a matter of the Holy sect, it was also a matter of the Bai family at this point!
Although Bai Yuhan wasn't the successor of the Bai family, his standing in the family was still high enough to deal with a few Elders of the Holy sect who were provoking him in broad daylight. At the end of the day, the Bai family was a behemoth and the Holy sect was rely an ant in comparison. The two of them couldn't be compared.
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