Jiang Chen chuckled. “That doesn’t matter now. You think the people you have left can do anything to us?”

He pointed at all the alliance cultivators lying on the ground, a waggish smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

Forefather Calmdew snickered. “I can summon a hundred thousand cultivators from the capital at any time. These couple thousand have only temporarily lost their strength. House Xiahou has plenty of antidote for the Soulless Powder… unless you’re from House Xiahou yourselves!”

“Maybe we are. Have you considered that, hmm?” Jiang Chen replied with a half-smile.

The imperial forefather’s face colored at this. He instinctively took a few steps away from Xiahou Zhen in order to keep his distance. If these people were from House Xiahou, there would be a lot of trouble.

“Enough with the slander, kid,” Xiahou Zhen interrupted immediately. “When will you stop using our name to...