"Father, please stop. I'm begging you to stop."
"I'm begging you—Chu Feng and this master haven't lied to you. The Dragon Vein Source truly resides within my body."
"I don't know why you can't sense it, but it really is inside me. I can feel it."
"Father, I will definitely work hard to fuse with this power. I will never let you down."
"But Chu Feng and his Master are not swindlers. They are benefactors of our Long Clan. Father, please don't make things difficult for them."
Long Xiaoxiao struggled to her knees and prostrated herself on the ground, pleading with her father.
She knew she wasn't lying. The power was clearly inside her body. Even if outsiders couldn't sense it, she was well aware of its presence.
"Long Xiaoxiao, shut your mouth."
"You are not worthy of saying such things, and you are certainly not worthy of being called a member of the Long Clan."
"I will now discipline you on Father's behalf."
Long Mumu walked up to Long Xiaoxiao, intending to strike her.
Chu Feng wanted to intervene, but he couldn't move at all.
It turned out to be the pressure exerted by the Long Clan Patriarch. That pressure hadn't affected anyone else, but it had affected both him and his Master.
He and his Master were both immobilized by that pressure.
And so Chu Feng could only watch helplessly as Long Mumu approached Long Xiaoxiao and began to beat her.
Long Mumu employed the same method as her mother, repeatedly bringing her hand down across Long Xiaoxiao's face.
Long Mumu's seemingly delicate, fair hand was now the most vicious of weapons, landing again and again on Long Xiaoxiao's cheeks.
Slap—
Slap—
Slap—
Crisp, sharp sounds erupted one after another, impossible to drown out even by the raging winds around them.
Soon, Long Xiaoxiao's already injured face was beaten to a bloody pulp, half of it completely unrecognizable.
Her strikes were not lethal, but they were exceedingly vicious—a perfect embodiment of cruelty.
Yet no one stopped Long Mumu.
Everyone tacitly approved of this brutal act.
The sight filled Chu Feng with fury.
"Hahaha..."
Suddenly, a burst of laughter rang out—from the old Daoist.
"Long Clan Patriarch, I already told you that Princess Xiaoxiao is the future of your Long Clan."
"But look at how you're treating her now. Don't come to regret it later," the old Daoist said.
"Whether I'll regret it or not, I couldn't say. But daring to deceive my Long Clan—you will certainly regret it."
With those words, the Long Clan Patriarch opened his palm, and countless sharp blades materialized, swirling around his hand.
Those blades appeared small, but if released, they would transform into true, deadly daggers.
Everyone understood.
Long Mumu beating Long Xiaoxiao was merely the beginning.
The Long Clan Patriarch was about to strike personally.