As Qing Yanjing's voice faded, her cold eyes gazed at Budur Xuan, who looked solemn and nonchalant. Qing Yanjing's bone-chilling voice echoed in between heaven and earth. "Great Elder, I see you're exhibiting your mightiness since you did not consider your seniority by attacking someone junior to you."
Budur Xuan looked indifferent and snorted. "Junior? Our Budur Ancient Clan has no such arrogant junior. If I don't strike today, I'm afraid the entire clan will be uprooted by that good son of yours!"
With a cold look, she replied, "Do you think I have no idea about you guys? You must have forced Chen into this."
Budur Xuan raged and bellowed, "Qing Yanjing, you're outrageous. Step aside now. Today, I'm going to seize this perpetrator for making a scene in the Budur Ancient Clan!"