Xiahou Yan had flipped the table with no intention of being polite with the Fleeting Cloud Sword Sect and Lin Yun. When Lin Yun wanted him to apologize, he had already crossed his bottom line.

Who did Lin Yun think he was? Lin Yun wanted him to apologize in public? So what if he was the champion of the Ninth Heavenly Path?

Lin Yun had only been in the Kunlun Realm for a year. When Xiahou Yan became famous, Lin Yun was nothing in his eyes. Not only in the Ancient Barren Domain, Xiahou Yan had some fame throughout the entire Eastern Desolation.

Since Lin Yun wasn’t willing to listen when he was still polite, he couldn’t be blamed for being impolite.

Gongsun Yan mustered his courage, “Xiahou Yan, don’t you have some shame as someone acknowledged as the leader amongst all swordsmen in the younger generation?”

“Who the hell do you think you are?” Xiahou Yan’s eyes flashed with mockery. “Others might not know about your origin, but do you think I don’t? You’re just a bastard child of the Skysolute City, bluffing everyone in the Ancient Barren...