Xiang Yangxuan was a cultivator of considerable strength. As a fifth-stage Heaven Battling Realm cultivator, he wouldn't have much trouble defeating Xiang Shaoyun. Thanks to his saint soul, Xiang Shaoyun was able to barely withstand the oppression, but he was still having a hard time.

Unlike earlier when he had just arrived at the clan, he no longer had access to the power left from his previous life. It was too hard for him to face Xiang Yangxuan with his actual strength.

"Answer! Am I right?" questioned Xiang Yangxuan with a look of pleased arrogance.

Xiang Shaoyun narrowed his eyes and spat coldly, "Nonsense!"

"Everyone, you see this. He is only a tiny Soul Foundation Realm cultivator. He was only able to defeat the...