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"You!!!"

With a primal roar, he launched himself at Bai Lung, intent on teaching Bai Lung a harsh lesson about his place in the world.

Bai Lung, however, remained unfazed by Yang Khan\'s outburst.

He stood his ground, his expression unreadable like a pageless book.

As Yang Khan closed the distance between them, Bai Lung reached up and casually plucked a strand of greenery from a nearby tree branch, a special small tree that was put to sale.

With a flick of his wrist, he sent the leaf spinning through the air straight toward Yang Khan\'s face.

Before the Young Master Yang could react, the leaf landed gently on his cheek, causing him to pause momentarily in mid-charge.

The irony was not lost on him: a mere leaf had managed to halt his momentum. He looked up, meeting Bai Lung\'s mocking gaze once more.

Needless to say, Yang Khan\'s anger reached a boiling point, Bai Lung\'s hands moved with lightning speed, weaving the leaves into a dazzling display of supernatural prowess

The air was charged with an electric tension as the leaves seemed to come alive, dancing around Yang Khan\'s head and shoulders, weaving in and out of his grasping hands.

The Young Master Yang\'s eyes widened in confusion and fear as Bai Lung\'s movements became more erratic, his hands weaving intricate patterns with the leaves.

The air was filled with the sweet scent of blooming flowers, and the sound of soft whispers seemed to emanate from the leaves themselves, the whispers of death and fear.

Seeing how he, himself was trembling, Yang Khan\'s face contorted with rage as he lunged forward once more, but Bai Lung was ready for him.

Swoosh~

With a swift and precise motion, Bai Lung sent a particularly agile leaf flying toward Yang Khan\'s face, its delicate petal-like edges brushing against his cheek, sending a shiver of unease down his spine.

The Young Master Yang\'s eyes snapped to Bai Lung\'s, his face twisted with anger and humiliation.

The disrespect was way too much!!! Not to mention, in his own pavilion.

"You... you\'re a monster!" he spat, his voice trembling with rage.

Bai Lung\'s expression remained impassive, his eyes never leaving Yang Khan\'s face.

"Perhaps," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

"But you\'re the one who\'s been acting like a monster, Young Master Yang. It\'s time you learned to control your temper and your ego,"

Swish~

With a swift and decisive motion, Bai Lung\'s hands moved in a blur of motion, weaving the leaves into a dazzling display of supernatural prowess, enveloped in a red aura.

Yang Khan\'s eyes darted wildly around the clearing, searching for an escape or a way to counterattack, but Bai Lung\'s Qi Control seemed to be everywhere, weaving the leaves into a dazzling display of speed and agility, forming a what seemed to be a visual-tornado.

Suddenly, the leaves seemed to coalesce into a single, shimmering tendril that shot out from Bai Lung\'s hand, wrapping itself around Yang Khan\'s wrist like a snake.

The young master Yang\'s eyes widened in shock as he tried to struggle free, but the tendril held fast, its grip like a vice.

Bai Lung\'s eyes seemed to gleam with amusement as he leaned in, his face inches from Yang Khan\'s.

"You see, Young Mastsr Yang," he whispered, his breath cold and deliberate,

"some people are born with the gift of subtlety. They know how to weave their words and actions like a master weaver, creating a tapestry of complexity and nuance..."

As Bai Lung spoke, the tendril around Yang Khan\'s wrist began to glow with a soft, pulsing light.

The young master\'s face contorted with pain and fear as the tendril tightened its grip, and he felt his Dao Heart, the source of his power and vitality, begin to falter.

"You, on the other hand," Bai Lung continued, his voice dripping with scorn, "are a master of simplicity. You think that brute strength and aggression are the keys to success, but you\'re wrong. You\'re just a bully. A cowardly, selfish bully who uses his strength to intimidate and control others... "

As Bai Lung finished speaking, the tendril around Yang Khan\'s wrist snapped, releasing its grip like a broken thread.

The young master stumbled backward, his face contorted with pain and humiliation, as the leaves seemed to fade away, leaving only the faint scent of blooming flowers in their wake...

Pfft!

The next moment, he got on his knees, spitting blood on the floor.

Looking at the blood, Yang Khan\'s eyes widened, "The blood of heart... Y-You! You destroyed my Dao heart!"

He exclaimed, a strong fear gripping him.

Losing Dao heart is like being a cripple, a mortal in this realm.

[ key point: \'In this realm\' ... Ling Fei had the immortal master ]

Hahaha!

Yang Khan laughed menacingly, he have gone mad after learning his Dao heart was shattered.

"Cough* Cough*... This is it... This must be a dream, I am someone gifted by heaven, this can\'t be me,"

Coughing some blood, Yang Khan said with a horrified tone.

Even his guards were terrified as they lowered their heads, as they had failed to protect him.

They had thought it was a simple clash and not worse but, they were proven completely wrong.

"Hahaha! Y-You! You are finished, my Yang family won\'t leave you alone... You dare break my Dao\'s heart, your entire bloodline will pay for this Sin,"

\'Oh, Yang Family! Shivers me timber,\'

Bai Lung\'s expression darkened as he considered the young master\'s words... A young .aster who has yet to see Mount Tai.

"You talk too much," Bai Lung said coldly, his voice capable of freezing water.

"Your threats are as empty as your mind," Saying that, Bai Lung looked at the guards around him.

Yang Khan\'s face flushed with anger at the insult, but he knew he was no match for Bai Lung now, and there was no way he could retaliate.

Bai Lung\'s sharp words and cool demeanor were a stark contrast to Yang Khan\'s hot-headed and aggressive behaviour.