Yun Tianhai's voice sharp and laced with authority said :"Xuan, you dare act disrespectfully in my territory. I don't know who you think you are, but you're in the presence of a Nascent Soul cultivator now. Show some respect."
Xuan barely glanced up, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes as he crossed his arms.
Xuan casual, almost mocking :"Respect? That's something you're supposed to earn, Yun Tianhai, not demand. And right now, I see no reason to grant you that."
Yun Tianhai's expression darkened, and his aura surged, the weight of his Nascent Soul cultivation pressing down on the room. The air thickened, and waves of powerful energy radiated from him, bearing down on Xuan like a tidal wave.
Yun Tianhai smirking with satisfaction said: "Still so confident? Let's see how long that lasts. You're outmatched, Xuan. This is the difference between us!"
Yet, to Yun Tianhai's shock, Xuan didn't even flinch. Instead, Xuan's expression grew more amused, as though he were watching a child throw a tantrum.
Inwardly, Xuan activated his Immortal Soul Sense, effortlessly pushing back against Yun Tianhai's pressure.
Xuan smiling calmly said: "Nascent Soul Realm… impressive. But if that's the best you can do, I have to say, I'm a little disappointed."
Yun Tianhai's eyes widened, a flicker of doubt crossing his face as he felt his pressure dissipate against Xuan's Immortal Soul Sense. It was as if his efforts were being swallowed by a void, rendering his aura useless.
Yun Tianhai's voice faltering slightly said:"You… you shouldn't be able to resist this!"
Xuan rose slowly, dusting off his sleeve as though Yun Tianhai's aura had been nothing more than a passing breeze. He smiled, his eyes glinting with a dangerous calm.
Xuan coldly said: "I've dealt with stronger pressure than yours, Yun Tianhai. Now, I suggest you learn a bit of humility."
Before Yun Tianhai could react, Xuan raised his hand and activated his mastery of space law. With a swift motion, a pulse of spatial energy erupted from Xuan, rippling through the room. Yun Tianhai staggered as the force of the space law wrapped around him, pushing him back toward the door.
Yun Tianhai gritting his teeth, struggling against the force : "How… how are you doing this?!"
Xuan smirking, tone laced with mockery said: "It's called strength, Young Master Yun. Real strength."
With one final wave of his hand, Xuan intensified the spatial force, sending Yun Tianhai stumbling out of the room and into the hallway. Yun Tianhai caught himself just in time, his face flushed with embarrassment and rage.
Yun Tianhai shouting angrily from the hallway : "This isn't over, Xuan! You'll regret this insult!"
Xuan merely chuckled, moving to shut the door.
Xuan calling out calmly : "Then whenever you're ready, come back. I'll be waiting. And maybe next time, you'll bring something worth my attention."
Yun Tianhai glared at him, seething but knowing he had been bested. With no other option, he turned and stormed away from the Spring Palace, the weight of humiliation heavy on his shoulders.
Inside, Xuan shut the door with a satisfied smile. He knew Yun Tianhai's pride had been deeply wounded.