Yuan Qingyan's face alternated between shades of green and white, his eyes twitched, and he almost recklessly moved to strike, aiming to kill Wei Yuan right on the spot!
Wei Yuan held his teacup while sitting motionless, his eyes clear as stars, showing no hint of fear.
Yuan Qingyan clearly felt that killing Wei Yuan would be as effortless as waving his hand, but observing Wei Yuan's expression suggested he was fully confident he could withstand even his thunderous strike. And the younger ones sitting opposite him, including Cui Yu, were all relaxed, without any intention of standing up to protect their leader. It seemed in their hearts, no matter what attack Yuan Qingyan launched, Wei Yuan would be able to handle it with ease.
Yuan Qingyan was somewhat disbelieving, as he was a high cultivator of Dharma Image! Among those opposite, including Wei Yuan, not one possessed a Dharma Image. If he struck with all his might, the mere distance of ten feet, how could he not kill Wei Yuan?!
