The relationships among the Four Great Clans were indeed worse than Xia Feng had imagined.
He gripped the Heaven-Burying Sword tightly and shouted sharply, "Everyone, this is merely a dispute between me and the Dongfang Clan. Do you really want to get involved?"
The Sword Qi on the Heaven-Burying Sword rang long, shattering the clouds above.
The people around were forced to retreat step by step by this Sword Qi, and Xia Feng gained a deeper understanding of using the Sword Spirit.
At this moment, the momentum of the Heaven-Burying Sword was as powerful as a rainbow, and no one dared to approach Xia Feng.
Just getting a little too close, one could feel a faint stinging sensation on their skin.
After a while, while the other three families were still weighing the pros and cons, Dongfang Baiyu didn't dare to make things too absolute.
He gritted his teeth and spoke, "Everyone, don't listen to his nonsense. Can you trust someone who has plundered the Dongfang family treasury?"
