Xun Er's Half-Saint Cultivation Exposed, Gu Yuan:

Han Feng had lived for so many years; of course, he was not some reckless brute who only knew how to charge into battle headfirst.

He was now seriously injured.

Even though he had discovered that the black-clad fellow before him was merely a Dou Wang, he still intended to summon those Dou Zongs from the Black Corner Region to be safe.

In Han Feng's estimation,

Yao Chen was most likely already dead.

This masked young man had likely inherited all of Yao Chen's lifelong knowledge before his death.

And his attempt to assassinate Han Feng was probably meant to repay Yao Chen.

"Ke ke ke, Teacher, Teacher, your eye for judging people is still as sharp as it was back then."

"Unfortunately, this disciple of yours is far too arrogant."

"But rest assured, I will obtain everything you once possessed from him, including the Burning Art."

At this moment,

Xiao Yan was no different from a dead man in Han Feng's eyes.

Though he could unleash Dou Techniques capable of severely injuring a Dou Huang while only at the Dou Wang level, such tricks were nothing more than flashy but useless moves before a Dou Zong.

After seeing the signal flare Han Feng had released, Yao Chen knew very well that Xiao Yan's assassination attempt had failed.

"Little Yan, do not prolong this fight. Han Feng has lived here for so many years; he must have dealings with the Dou Zongs of the Black Corner Region."

"We should not linger here any longer. Leaving first is the best course."

Hearing Yao Chen's words, Xiao Yan felt utterly stifled.

He had finally managed to seriously injure Han Feng, yet the other man refused to fight and simply turned around and ran.

"Yes, Teacher."

Over the following two months or so,