A single stone stirred up a thousand ripples.
Xue An's statement caused a stir among those present.
How dared he say that the Yu Family's sword Dao cultivation was worthless. To everyone present, this seemed as ridiculous as a colossal joke.
Yu Lang sneered coldly, "Xue An, don't think that by killing my son Yu Yang, you can do whatever you want to the Yu Family. The foundation of the Yu Family is something you can't even begin to comprehend!"
With his words, a majestic and unparalleled Sword Qi burst forth from Yu Lang's body, the pressure so immense that even the table, chairs, and utensils in front of him shattered into pieces in an instant.
Yet, under such a fearsome display of power, Xue An remained as unshakable as a mountain on his chair, even nodding calmly towards Yu Ran, who was pale, her eyes brimming with tears.
"Sorry, your birthday party might be going to hell now!"
Yu Ran shuddered, and her tears came cascading down.
