That cauldron was his Lifebound Magical Treasure. It was now damaged, and he himself had sustained serious injuries from that last attack. He was in no condition to fight again.
'This guy…'
His eyes were locked on Yang An, his face filled with utter disbelief.
'How can he be this strong?!'
"Seize him!"
But he refused to be humiliated in front of his master. He might be a Nascent Soul Stage cultivator who had just lost to someone at the Golden Core Stage, but he wasn't the only disciple present—nor was he the only one at the Nascent Soul Stage.
'This kid has to pay!'
At his command, the cultivators in the hall swarmed to surround Yang An, glaring at him with menacing intent.
Yang An remained perfectly still, a smile playing on his lips as he watched them.
'If they want to use their numbers against me, he wasn't afraid. As far as he was concerned, these guys are nothing but pushovers.'
"That's enough. Stand down."
