Xiahou Yuankai looked at You Mengtian, whose face was full of anger.

It felt like being in a dream.

You Mengtian was only in the early stage of the Nascent Soul realm.

There is a significant gap in cultivation level between him and Song Yeyun and Hong Yuan.

Among the four major sects: Wuchan, Xuantian, Shenjian, and Zuimeng.

The Drunken Dream Sect is also the weakest.

Therefore, when faced with disputes among the other four major sects, You Mengtian always adopted a conciliatory and easy-going attitude.

I have never seen him show such hostility to anyone before.

Now, You Mengtian's attitude towards them has completely changed, leaving Xiahou Yuankai bewildered. Why did You Mengtian, who was fine before, suddenly develop such a strong murderous intent towards him?

Why did it turn out like this in less than half a day?

Xiahou Yuankai stood there, stunned.

You Mengtian, already holding the Nightsleep Sword, slowly walked towards Xiahou Yuankai and the other members of the Xuantian Sect.

At the same time, he released endless killing intent.

The surrounding air even seemed to grow a bit colder.

Under such intense killing intent.

Several Xuan Tian Sect elders with weak willpower immediately knelt on the ground with a thud.

As You Mengtian approached step by step, Xiahou Yuankai's eyes were filled with endless horror.

"Senior You... Senior You..."

Under the intense killing intent of You Mengtian, Xiahou Yuankai's lips moved for a long time, but he couldn't utter a complete sentence.

He could only look around with blank eyes, trying to find the figure of Sect Master Song Yeyun.

However, after looking around repeatedly, he still couldn't see it.

Finally, he fixed his gaze on Hongyuan, who was suspended in mid-air.

"Master Hongyuan, our two sects have always been on good terms... Please help us..."

Xiahou Yuankai hadn't finished speaking.

It was interrupted directly by Guangdong Hongyuan.

"Amitabha Buddha, those who commit many evil deeds will surely perish..."

Hongyuan shook his head, his voice filled with sorrow, and then closed his eyes.

Clearly, they don't want to get involved in this matter.

Xiahou Yuankai's heart sank to the bottom.

Seeing that You Mengtian had already approached, he raised the Nightsleep Sword high, ready to slash down at him in the next second.

The attack power of a Nascent Soul cultivator at the early stage combined with an Earth-grade magic weapon is such that even a Nascent Soul cultivator wouldn't dare to take it head-on.

Not to mention those Nascent Soul cultivators.

Just as he slowly closed his eyes, preparing to face death.

A voice suddenly came from deep within the hall.

"You Mengtian!"

His voice was indifferent, with a hint of coldness, as if it were a divine pronouncement descended from the heavens.

At this moment, however, this cold and arrogant voice sounded incredibly warm to Xiahou Yuankai.

He suddenly opened his eyes and looked in the direction from which the sound came.

But it turned out that the one who spoke was Chen Tianwen, who was sitting on the high platform.

After Chen Tian asked, You Mengtian's sword actually stopped and hovered three feet away from his forehead.

A feeling of relief washed over me.

Immediately afterwards, a wave of terror surged into my heart.

Just then, Chen Tianwen spoke up again: "This is none of your business, go sweep your floor!"

Chen Tianwen spoke as if he were talking to a servant.

Everyone was stunned, not realizing for a moment who Chen Tianwen was talking to.

"hey-hey!"

At this moment, You Mengtian suddenly turned around, her icy expression melting away. She gave Chen Tianwen a sheepish smile and said, "I'll go right now, I'll go right now..."

Immediately afterwards, he sheathed his Nightsleep Sword and, amidst the incredulous gazes of the crowd, turned and walked to the side, addressing several Golden Core cultivators who were sweeping the floor.

"What are you all standing there for? Get to work!"

This voice pulled everyone back to reality from their shock.

Xiahou Yuankai stared blankly at the scene, his mouth agape and his eyes wide open.

Chen Tianwen actually ordered You Mengtian to sweep the floor.

This is You Mengtian, a powerful cultivator at the Nascent Soul stage and the sect master of the Drunken Dream Sect.

An existence standing at the very top of the cultivation world in Qingzhou.

Even three thousand years ago, during the most prosperous era of the cultivation world in Qingzhou.

No one dared to order a dignified Nascent Soul cultivator to sweep the floor.

Most importantly, You Mengtian actually did it.

This scene was beyond Xiahou Yuankai's comprehension.

He rubbed his eyes in disbelief and looked at You Mengtian.

But then they saw You Mengtian using magic to wrap a huge rock and throw it out of the hall...

He was actually cleaning.

Xiahou Yuankai felt like he was dreaming.

Such unrealistic fantasies only exist in dreams.

"Wake up!"

He slapped himself hard across the left cheek.

Snap!

A crisp slap echoed throughout the entire hall.

He put a lot of effort into that palm strike.

After the slap, a trickle of bright red blood slowly flowed from the corner of his mouth.

But this palm strike landed.

The shock in Xiahou Yuankai's eyes did not lessen; on the contrary, it intensified.

"Really...it's actually true."

He stared blankly at his palm.

The burning pain on his left cheek was a constant reminder to him.

Everything that is happening right now is real.

"How...how could this be? I must not have hit hard enough!"

A hint of madness flashed in Xiahou Yuankai's eyes.

He then slapped himself hard across the face several times, left and right.

With a few strikes, he, who was originally a dignified and otherworldly figure, became like a mad old man.

Finally, he knocked out two of his own teeth with a single blow.

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