Xiao Yan stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze as sharp as a sword.
It swept over the Poison Sect members kneeling on the ground.
These powerful figures who usually called the wind and summoned the rain in the Chu Yun Empire, acting utterly arrogant.
Now, they were like lambs awaiting slaughter, trembling uncontrollably from head to toe.
"Get up."
Xiao Yan's tone was calm, yet it carried an authority that brooked no disobedience:
"Take me to your Poison Sect."
The Poison Sect members looked at one another, their eyes filled with fear and hesitation.
But in the end, they did not dare defy him.
The Peak Dou Huang sect master at the front spoke in a trembling voice:
"Master Xiao, please follow me."
Half a day later, the group arrived at the Poison Sect's headquarters.
It was a cluster of buildings shrouded in layers of dark green mist.
The air was filled with a pungent, fishy stench that made one nauseous.
Xiao Yi Xian could not help wrinkling her nose,
While Cai Lin directly raised a Dou Qi barrier to block out the foul smell:
"So this is your lair?"
Xiao Yan raised an eyebrow slightly, his expression disdainful:
"It certainly suits your temperament."
As soon as his words fell, an old and furious voice.
Rumbled out from deep within the Poison Sect like thunder:
"Who dares trespass into my Poison Sect?!"
"Boom!"
A dark green figure shot into the sky.
It was a white-haired old man, his face withered like rotten wood.
A decaying aura emanated from his body.
Yet his presence had reached the level of a Two-star Dou Zong.
Xiao Yan swept him with his Spiritual Power:
In an instant, the old man's condition became perfectly clear.
He was merely a Dou Zong on