Moreover, nearly every faction had a Three-star Dou Sheng expert among them. Such a formidable lineup would find it absurdly easy to deal with those ten Fire Slaves. But seeming easy did not mean that everyone would give it their all; they still had to remain wary of one another.
Hearing Flowing Cloud's words, Xiao Chen silently nodded as well. He was not one for many words. Ever since he had been captured by the Purifying Demonic Lotus Flame all those years ago, he had remained trapped in its illusion realm, unable to break free. Had he not encountered Flowing Cloud and the others who rescued him, the Purifying Demonic Lotus Flame would sooner or later have completely eroded his mind, leaving him like those ordinary Fire Slaves, controlled at its whim.
More than a thousand years spent living within an illusion realm had made Xiao Chen's once volatile temperament far more solitary. This solitude had grown even deeper after hearing Gu Nanhai speak of the Xiao Clan's decline. After all, he no longer truly belonged to this era.
When his clan had needed him most, he had been unable to offer even the slightest help.
Xiao Chen's formidable strength was beyond doubt. Among those present, aside from Flowing Cloud, only Hai Bodong, if he went all out, could likely contend with him.
Even Hun Miesheng, who had concealed his strength, was probably no match for Xiao Chen. Gu Nanhai, Huo Bo, Yao Wan Gui, and the like were even less capable of facing him.
If his strength were truly ranked, he could probably place among the top three here. Furthermore, because of his strange aura, unless he deliberately unleashed his Dou Qi, even someone like Hun Miesheng would likely be unable to detect that this somewhat expressionless man possessed