Such a young expert at the seventh stage of the Manifestation Realm!
Moreover, this woman and the gray-haired young man were clearly lovers, their demeanor intimate.
Every aspect of this situation exuded an unfathomable mystery, instantly capturing everyone's attention.
Xiahou Xing sneered, "Hmph, what kind of so-called Ling Sheng? Just a wet-behind-the-ears brat, an ant in my eyes. If you insist on letting unclear individuals in, fine. Isolate these two and this demon first. In the next major battle, they will be the vanguards, proving their loyalty and strength. Otherwise, there's no discussion, I disagree."
"You! You are simply too much. Does your disagreement matter? You think too highly of yourself. This is the Zhou family, not your Xiahou clan. You, a mere descendant of a Saint General, what do you take the Zhou family for!"
The Grand Elder of the Demon Suppressing Clan was so enraged he felt his senses were about to burst.
He was not only furious at Xiahou Xing's overbearing arrogance and baseless accusations but also dissatisfied with Xiahou Xing's presumptuous behavior.
Even Zhou Fusheng frowned slightly.
The other Saint General descendants also felt Xiahou Xing had gone too far, but due to Xiahou Xing and the Xiahou family's immense power, no one dared to speak.
At this moment.
A faint voice suddenly sounded.
Ling Fan, with a cold, slightly mocking, and contemptuous expression, looked at Xiahou Xing and said, "What sort of trash did Zhou Yunchang recruit? His descendants are all uncivilized savages like you. You say I am merely an ant in your eyes, yet you don't know that in my eyes, you are not even as good as an ant. Don't try any tricks with me. You rely on your great strength and bully everyone around, but in my eyes, it's no different from a monkey show. If you know what's good for you, quickly tuck your tail and behave. If you dare to bluster again, you might not have a good end today."
Upon hearing this.
The entire hall was stunned. Everyone widened their eyes, looking at Ling Fan in disbelief.
No one expected that he, a junior who hadn't even become a Saint, would dare to publicly insult and curse a peerless expert at the eighth stage of the Manifestation Realm!
Did he never consider the consequences of his actions?
With just those words, if Xiahou Xing were to kill him in anger, no one would dare to say anything.
This was because the dignity of an eighth-stage Manifestation Realm expert was not to be insulted.
"Damn it! You dare to curse my father, and you dare to curse our ancestor, the Second Saint General? You brat, are you tired of living? Today, if our Xiahou family wants to kill you, no one can stop us. You're dead, brat!"
On the Xiahou family's side.
A young Saint was so enraged he jumped up.
This person was Xiahou Xing's son, the young master of the Xiahou family, Xiahou Hu.
Legend had it that he was born with the auspicious sign of a white tiger guarding him, possessing an incredibly powerful bloodline. He was a martial arts prodigy from birth, and after only forty-odd years of cultivation, he had already reached the third stage of the Manifestation Realm, comparable to the top geniuses of the major sacred lands in Xingzhou.
"Young Master is right, we must punish him severely, using his life and blood to wash away the shame of the Saint General descendants!"
"Kill him, publicly execute him, and hang his dried corpse on our Xiahou family's city walls as a warning to the world!"
"He's just a pretty boy who relies on women, a useless piece of trash. Does he think his woman being a Saint can protect him from all harm? What a delusion! Not only must we kill him, but we must also punish his woman by making her a slave to our Xiahou family, for anyone to have!"
"This woman has a problem with her brain, to willingly give herself to such an ignorant and arrogant waste of space..."
"But speaking of which, this woman is truly beautiful, a hundred times more beautiful than any woman I've ever seen, and also very powerful. I've never been with a woman in the Manifestation Realm before, I'm really looking forward to it!"
"Hahaha!"
The Xiahou family erupted in unbridled laughter.
The Zhou family patriarch, Zhou Fusheng, had intended to intervene but ultimately did not.
This was because Ling Fan had just directly addressed their ancestor, the Supreme Emperor Zhou Yunchang, by name. This was a grave sin and an offense, and his restraint from acting was already an act of immense benevolence.
"Hmph, I, Xiahou Xing, inherit the noble bloodline of the Invincible Saint General and have been famous for hundreds of years. I have seen no less than eighty thousand arrogant geniuses, but none are as ignorant of their own demise and as arrogantly clueless as you, this ant. If I don't kill you today, my anger cannot be quelled!"
As Xiahou Xing's voice fell, the power within his body surged, as if a primordial beast was lurking. With one step, his body magnified infinitely, as if he could touch the heavens and tread upon the earth, reversing the cosmic order.
This was not to say his body had truly grown larger, but rather that his invincible and terrifying aura seemed to break through the constraints of heaven and earth, reaching an unimaginable level of power.
This was the ability of a top-tier Saint at the eighth stage of the Manifestation Realm.
Until the appearance of a Saint King, he was the pinnacle of Saints.
"Wait a moment, Father. Why should you personally deal with a useless fellow who isn't even a Saint? Why use a butcher's knife to kill a chicken? Don't dirty your noble hands. Let your son handle it. I will make him regret coming into this world!"
The young master of the Xiahou family, Xiahou Hu, walked out with a sinister grin. Xiahou Xing nodded and withdrew his pressure.
"Brat, if you kneel down now and kowtow to this young master, I might forgive your transgressions out of pleasure. If you remain stubborn, then don't blame this young master for being ruthless."
Xiahou Hu looked at Ling Fan with a playful and contemptuous expression, adopting a condescending posture.
However, his gaze occasionally swept towards Lan Xueyi beside Ling Fan, revealing a look of astonishment and lust.
"Well, have you made up your mind? I'll give you three more seconds. One, two..."
Before Xiahou Hu could finish counting to three.
A palm magnified infinitely in his horrified eyes, like the heavens and earth inverting, yin and yang reversing. With a loud *slap*, it ruthlessly struck his face, clean and with immense force!
Xiahou Hu felt as if his painstakingly cultivated Saint body was about to be shattered. His head felt as if it had been crushed ten thousand times by a primordial fierce beast, smashing into the floor. His exposed legs twitched uncontrollably, like a patient suffering from epilepsy.
Ling Fan smiled coldly and retracted his hand.
It was clear that the slap Xiahou Hu received was from him.
"Hu'er!"
Xiahou Xing's eyebrows shot up, and he exclaimed, killing intent overflowing.
"Young Master!" The experts of the Xiahou family were dumbfounded.
"What the... How is Xiahou Hu so fragile? Isn't he a peerless genius at the third stage of the Manifestation Realm? Why is he so easily defeated? Could he be a straw-filled pillow, good to look at but useless?"
"Impossible, no matter how useless Xiahou Hu is, he's still at the third stage of the Manifestation Realm, solid and without any pretense. At the very least, I'm a quasi-Saint at ninety percent of the Dao integration stage, and I can't even defeat one of his fingers!"
"Hiss, I'm numb. Am I dreaming!"
"Damn, this brat was actually playing the role of a pig to eat the tiger."
The other Saint General descendants, including the Zhou family experts, had their eyes wide with shock. They whispered to each other.
These words, upon reaching the ears of the Xiahou family experts, immediately caused their expressions to become extremely unsightly.