Outside the Bai Clan estate, the two warships hovered like looming giants—casting long shadows over the land.
Crimson flames and silver lightning danced along their hulls, making the sky churn with unnatural weather.
And then—
A voice boomed across the heavens, amplified by Qi so that it echoed for miles.
"Bai Tianheng!"
The air trembled.
It was Li Jianhong's voice—cold, sharp, and brimming with righteous fury.
"Come out and face this head of the Li Clan!"
The spiritual pressure behind his words sent cracks rippling across the clouds. Several weaker cultivators down below staggered just from the weight of his voice.
Inside the Bai Clan's main courtyard, silence fell for a breath.
Then—
Bai Tianheng walked out slowly from the ancestral hall, robes fluttering, hands clasped behind his back.
His long black hair swayed in the wind.
He gazed up at the massive warships without a hint of fear.
And then he spoke, his tone relaxed—almost playful.
"Li Jianhong?"
