Due to Yan Ximeng's overwhelming presence, the elders were momentarily stunned. They were all affected by the soul-stirring sound of her footsteps, which limited their ability to perform supernatural powers.

In such a high-stakes confrontation, even a momentary change could lead to disastrous consequences.

The elders' faces were filled with fear, convinced that the white-bearded old man would most likely lose his life.

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Suddenly, a faint golden barrier appeared above the ancient purple-gold hall, blocking Yan Ximeng's attack.

"It's been many years, and it seems Dao Friend Yan's temper has grown."

Clearly, the old thing stationed in the deepest part of the Kunlun Realm had intervened.

"I'm not one for idle chatter. If a problem can be solved with fists, I won't waste my breath."

Yan Ximeng halted her steps, her voice cold.

"Dao Friend Li spoke out of turn earlier; he deserved this lesson." The old thing's voice carried a deep sense of age. "Dao Friend Yan has already injured him. Please give me some face and let this matter rest. Let's sit down and talk."

"Frankly, you have no face with me."

Yan Ximeng spoke bluntly.

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