"I... Lu Caiwen of the Imperial Sword Sect!"

Tang Jiuyao sneered.

"Never heard of him! Where did this scum come from, disrespecting the head of the family!"

A dangerous glint appeared in Lu Caiwen's eyes.

"A mere lackey dares to disrespect me, so I'll start by dealing with you!"

He stretched out his right hand and unleashed a burst of sword energy.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!

Seven sharp sword beams shot through the air.

They directly targeted seven vital points on Tang Jiuyao's body.

Gu Cun's eyes lit up.

"What a brilliant Seven Star Thrust! Brother Caiwen, your strength has increased considerably!"

This move is called Seven Star Thrust, and it is a well-known mid-grade Earth-level sword move within the Imperial Sword Sect.

One move, seven styles; seven sword energies merged into one move.

The enemy simply couldn't stop them.

Tang Jiuyao snorted coldly, but instead of drawing his sword, he clenched his fist and angrily swung it out.

This punch is called the Mighty Mountain-Splitting Fist.

There is only one move.

When throwing a punch, gather all the spiritual energy in your body and pour it into your fist.

With a single punch, everything within a radius of ten feet was shattered by the force of the punch.

It was originally only a high-grade Xuan-level item.

After being amplified by Tang Xuan, it became a high-grade Earth-level item, its power increasing by more than dozens of times.

A deafening explosion was heard.

The sword light that Lu Caiwen unleashed was completely shattered.

"Take this punch from me too!"

Tang Jiuyao threw another punch, the same powerful mountain-splitting punch.

The powerful punch emitted a sharp, piercing whistle.

The violent aura made Lu Caiwen's face turn pale.

He was a swordsman; strength was not his forte.

The moment he received the punch, he was knocked back dozens of steps.

The cloud boat they were riding was shaking violently.

Lu Caiwen's right arm trembled involuntarily, and his face looked extremely pale.

"Heh, with this little strength, you dare to provoke the patriarch? Next time you utter another word, I'll kill you!"

Tang Jiuyao did not attack again, but stopped short of attacking.

After all, Tang Xuan had not spoken.

"You're asking for it!"

Lu Caiwen had never been so humiliated. He twitched his shoulder, and his long sword was about to be drawn.

Just then, a sharp shout rang out.

"stop!"

The clouds parted, and the cloud boat of the Ximen Mansion crashed down.

Dressed in a tight-fitting outfit, the imposing Ximen Qiudi appeared at the bow of the ship.

"You are all my hired helpers, please don't fight over such a small grudge!"

Lu Caiwen's eyes lit up. He raised his head slightly and said calmly, "Alright, since it was Miss Ximen who spoke up, I'll spare his life!"

"Spare me? Did I say I would spare you?"

Tang Xuan smiled.

Lu Caiwen said disdainfully, "What? You think I wouldn't dare kill you just because Miss Ximen is here?"

"Is that so?" Tang Xuan smiled.

He turned to look at Ximen Qiudi.

"Tell me... what should I do!"