I See the Aura of the Great Emperor in All My Disciples

The death of Xuanyuan Ming.

Undoubtedly served as a warning to Xu Yeming, who had previously neglected to stay alert to the Xuanyuan Clan.

Xu Yeming looked at Xuanyuan Zixi and smiled, "It seems the alliance between the Xu Family and the Xuanyuan Clan still requires further discussion."

Xuanyuan Zixi shrugged with a faint smile, "Brother Xu Luo, please forgive us. This was merely Xuanyuan Ming’s personal actions and has nothing to do with the Xuanyuan Clan. I ask that Brother Xu Luo consider the greater picture."

Xu Chen sneered from the side, "So it’s a ’personal action,’ is it? Since when did sword cultivators of the Xuanyuan Clan stoop to such disgraceful behavior?"

Xuanyuan Zixi, however, did not seem angered by Xu Chen’s bluntness. His expression remained composed as he said in a deep voice, "When faced with life-and-death crises, most would desperately clutch at any straw to save themselves at all costs. Xuanyuan Ming was no exception...though, for a sword cultivator, his actions were indeed disgraceful. It only shows that Xuanyuan Ming’s understanding of the sword cultivation path was far from sufficient."

"He sullied the name of the Xuanyuan Clan, so his death is well-deserved." Xuanyuan Zixi spoke these chilling words in the calmest tone, then turned to Xu Luo with a faint smile. "Don’t you agree, Brother Xu Luo?"

Xu Yeming stood at a height beyond the reach of the whirlpool’s pull, sneering as he replied, "You all better worry about avoiding being swallowed by the beast yourselves, instead of wasting time on all these explanations."

Did they take him for a fool?

However, with Xu Yeming taking the lead to attempt it,