How unlucky can one get?
"We can discuss this later. For now, just give me the sword," Xuan Louze said politely.
"No way," the Xuan family head shouted. "Get out!"
Xuan Louze's eyes glinted dangerously. He raised his hand, and a powerful force shot towards the family head. With a series of crashes, the table in front of him shattered into pieces. Everything else turned to dust, except for the people and their chairs, who were left covered in a thick layer of dust, looking quite pathetic.
"Ah-choo! Ah-choo!" The room filled with the sound of coughing.
The family head was stunned and then furiously retaliated, only to be punched into the wall by Xuan Louze. The entire room shook from the impact.
Everyone else, "…"
Fifth Master Xuan, covered in dust, shouted angrily, "You wretched child, get your grandfather down now!"