Upon hearing the middle-aged man's offer to punish him, Liu Xiaoyuan said, "Your Kunlun Sect has no right to punish me."
Even if Kunlun Sect is the number one sect in cultivation, Liu Xiaoyuan will not allow Kunlun Sect to punish him, because no one but himself has the right to punish him. This is Liu Xiaoyuan's life motto.
The middle-aged man from the Kunlun Sect changed his expression upon hearing Liu Xiaoyuan's words; this was the first time someone had dared to speak to him like that.
Moreover, the opponent was merely a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, utterly insignificant compared to his mid-stage Mahayana cultivation.
The others, seeing Liu Xiaoyuan's utter arrogance, all wore expressions of schadenfreude.
Liu Xiaoyuan didn't care about other people's opinions at all. His cultivation level at the mid-stage of the Mahayana stage might seem unattainable to others, but in Liu Xiaoyuan's eyes, it was nothing special.
"Insolence!" The mid-stage Mahayana cultivator was a little angry and directly slapped Liu Xiaoyuan with his palm.
When this palm strike came down, it carried the pressure of a mid-stage Mahayana cultivator. The mid-stage Mahayana cultivator wanted to use this pressure to directly subdue Liu Xiaoyuan. This is what is called subduing the enemy without fighting.
Pressed down by that oppressive force, Liu Xiaoyuan felt uncomfortable all over his body. It was as if an ordinary person was carrying a load of several hundred kilograms, making it hard for him to breathe and causing him great discomfort.
Liu Xiaoyuan knew that with his current abilities, it would be difficult to withstand the opponent's attack, so he immediately summoned the White Tiger.
At this moment, even if Liu Xiaoyuan didn't call out, Baihu would take the initiative to attack, because it was a matter of Liu Xiaoyuan's life. If Baihu didn't make a move, Liu Xiaoyuan would lose his life, and Baihu would not survive either.
The white tiger immediately pounced on the mid-stage Mahayana cultivator. Upon seeing the white tiger pounce, the mid-stage Mahayana cultivator completely disregarded it, coldly snorting, "A little beast dares to be so insolent in front of me."
The man's words immediately enraged Baihu. Baihu hated being called a beast, especially since the man had added the word "little" before "beast," which was like pouring oil on Baihu's anger.
The white tiger roared and, as it flew over, its body suddenly grew larger, slapping a claw at the man's head.
The cultivator in the mid-stage of Mahayana immediately sensed a dangerous aura and dodged in time. Just as he dodged, a huge sinkhole appeared in the place where he had just been standing.
"You..." Upon seeing the white tiger's appearance, the mid-stage Mahayana cultivator was so frightened that he took two steps back, and all the imposing aura of a mid-stage Mahayana cultivator vanished from his body.
"What do you mean, 'what do you mean'?" Liu Xiaoyuan asked sweetly.
The cultivator in the mid-stage of Mahayana cultivation glanced at Liu Xiaoyuan, and then flew away.
The referee was completely dumbfounded. His sect's elder had just flown away, no longer caring about the match.
Ignoring the others, Liu Xiaoyuan walked up to the elder of the Hehuan Sect and coldly said, "Hand over the antidote."
Now, the people of the Hehuan Sect dared not utter a single word. Having witnessed Liu Xiaoyuan's power, they were so frightened that they obediently handed over the antidote.
The large white cat beside Liu Xiaoyuan could even drive away a mid-stage Mahayana elder of the Kunlun Sect, which shows how powerful this white cat is.
Although he didn't know why the Kunlun Sect's mid-stage Mahayana elder had escaped, Liu Xiaoyuan believed that Baihu was now at most on par with him.
Perhaps the White Tiger wasn't even as powerful as its opponent, so Liu Xiaoyuan didn't believe that the White Tiger had driven its opponent away.
"This is the antidote. Give it to your woman, and she will wake up." The elder of the Hehuan Sect respectfully handed the antidote to Liu Xiaoyuan.
That's the advantage of having a big fist. If your fist is too weak, no one will care whether you live or die.
After Liu Xiaoyuan gave Yang Zihan the antidote, Yang Zihan soon woke up, still feeling weak all over.
"It's okay, just lie on the ground," Liu Xiaoyuan said to Yang Zihan.
Upon hearing Liu Xiaoyuan's words, Yang Zihan obediently lay down on the ground to rest.
"Zihan, check if you feel unwell," Liu Xiaoyuan said to Yang Zihan. If Yang Zihan was unwell, the people from the Hehuan Sect should not return.
Upon hearing this, the elder of the Hehuan Sect immediately understood the meaning behind Liu Xiaoyuan's words and hurriedly said in alarm, "Fellow Daoist, your woman has only been drugged by our Hehuan Sect. When she wakes up, she will only feel weak all over and will be fine in a while."
Liu Xiaoyuan turned around and glared at the other person, saying, "Shut up, did I ask you?"
After being scolded by Liu Xiaoyuan, he not only dared not utter a single word, but also had to nod obsequiously and say yes.
Yang Zihan was very happy to see Liu Xiaoyuan's concern for her and said, "Xiaoyuan, I'm really fine. I just feel weak, but that's all."
Hearing Yang Zihan say that, Liu Xiaoyuan was relieved, because he was worried that something might happen to Yang Zihan.
At this moment, the referee standing on the platform said, "Alright, everyone stop watching, let the game continue."
Hearing the referee's words, everyone realized that this was still a competition. However, because of Liu Xiaoyuan's earlier commotion, everyone had forgotten that this was still a competition.
As the referee's voice faded, everyone slowly turned their attention away from Liu Xiaoyuan.
Soon, the referee began drawing numbers to continue the match. Liu Xiaoyuan had no interest in watching the game at all, as he was worried about Yang Zihan's health.
The people from the Hehuan Sect wanted to take the opportunity to leave, but Liu Xiaoyuan coldly said, "Try leaving even a step if you dare."
Threatened by Liu Xiaoyuan, the members of the Hehuan Sect were all furious, but none of them dared to leave and could only stand obediently in place.
After a while, Yang Zihan finally recovered. Liu Xiaoyuan let Yang Zihan try circulating her qi, and Yang Zihan felt that there was nothing wrong with her body, so Liu Xiaoyuan was relieved.
Upon seeing this, the elder of the Hehuan Sect looked at Liu Xiaoyuan and said, "Fellow Daoist, can we leave now?"
Liu Xiaoyuan looked at the elder of the Hehuan Sect and asked, "Why are you in such a hurry to leave? Do you have some kind of conspiracy?"
Upon hearing Liu Xiaoyuan's words, the other party quickly shook his head and said that there was no conspiracy, he just wanted to leave.
Liu Xiaoyuan said domineeringly, "Since you just want to leave, then stay here and watch the game."
The referee on the stage was furious to see Liu Xiaoyuan acting so arrogantly on their Kunlun Sect's territory, but knowing Liu Xiaoyuan's abilities, he had no choice but to swallow his anger.
The referee knew that the elder hadn't run away, but had gone to find reinforcements; he was probably heading home soon.
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