Chapter 85: 2) Gentle mother! Arrogant son and father

Bai Lung simply raised his hand, halting Patriarch Yang's approach. His expression remained cool and unperturbed.

"Patriarch Yang. I have no desire for conflict with your esteemed clan... Whatever happened was due to your son's own foolishness," His voice was steady, showing no hint of fear or nervousness.

He still had his active skill, so, he simply had no reason to be afraid of Yang Patriarch.

Bai Lung's eyes narrowed slightly.

"However, I will not allow you to threaten myself or the Saintess. If you wish to continue this, you will face something unheard of,"

The air crackled with tension as Bai Lung stared down the enraged patriarch, awaiting his response.

Patriarch Yang's eyes narrowed dangerously as he glared at Bai Lung, his aura swelling with unbridled rage.

The very air seemed to tremble under the weight of his fury.

The AUDACITY to lecture him, after crippling his son.

Outrageous!!!

"You dare lecture me, Young Master Bai?" he spat, his voice dripping with contempt.

"You who have desecrated the legacy of my Yang Clan, who have crippled the future of my bloodline - you dare to lecture me on power and comprehension?... A thief doesn't teach Buddha!"

Patriarch Yang's hands moved in a complex series of seals, summoning an array of glowing runes that coalesced into a towering, spectral guardian, created from pure energy.

A magical avatar.

Its eyes burned with an unholy light as it surged towards Bai Lung, its massive fists poised to crush the young man into oblivion.

"I will show you the true might of the Yang Clan!" the patriarch roared, his voice alone sending shockwaves.

"Your vaunted power is nothing compared to the wrath of a father whose son you have ruined!... I have nothing more to lose!"

Bai Lung's expression betrayed no fear or concern as the monstrous guardian bore down upon him.

Instead, he simply raised his hand, his fingers weaving an intricate pattern through the air.

Hearing this, Bai Lung nodded, his face fully stoic, looking at Yang Patruarch's fallen body.

The next moment,

Before everyone's eyes,

The head that was separated from the Patriarch's body slowly began to join together while the blood remained still.

With a mystic white glow emitting from his body, his eyes suddenly blinked, and he was back... Alive and healthy.

"Patriarch!"

"Patriarch!"

"Patriarch!"

Seeing this, the previously shocked guards shouted patriarch.

As soon as he came back to life, he gave Bai Lung a martial greeting,

"Ahem* Ahem* Greeting Young Master Bai, I was blinded that I committed such an unforgivable sin, please let me repent on it and pour you some fine quality wine...."

Everyone: "..."

Not just that, but, he even glanced at his son and gave him a big smack on his head,

"Please forgive this Yang, I have committed a grave mistake... The Young Master is wise and righteous," He added.

However, from a glance, Bai Lung could see no sincerity.

Pour some wine? Ah, common theme... If you can't win physically then use strategy.

Throughout history many powerful figures died of poison, not sword, so, it's easy to see through patriarch Yang's strategy.

Bai Lung smirked inwardly at how cheap yet powerful the technique was, however, the opponent was he, the mighty Bai Lung, a master among masters, the grandmaster.

"Oh, The Patriarch Yang is well educated and capable of differentiating what's good and what's not, I feel honored at your invitation, how I can reject it," his words were still cold.

Hearing this, Patriarch bowed his head and smirked in a sinister manner.