Who Told You There Were Only Two?

"Die, you lowborn bastard!"

Ling Quan's eyes blazed with fury as he dove down from midair in Purple-Black Robes, his fist smashing toward the space between Xiao Yan's brows. Majestic Dou Qi surged around him; his very first move was a killing strike.

The fierce wind from the punch whipped Xiao Yan's hair wildly about. He looked up, seeming to find the sunlight somewhat glaring, and narrowed his eyes slightly, their depths filled with icy killing intent.

"Eight Extremities Collapse!"

The super close-combat Dou Technique that could strike Dou Emperors above and knock zombies below made its first appearance at Starfall Pavilion. Xiao Yan stomped fiercely on the ground, shattering the lawn inch by inch. Like an arrow loosed from a bow, he shot into the sky in an instant, his right fist colliding heavily with the fist descending from above.

"Bang!"

Grass clippings, violent winds, and a tremendous blast erupted at once. Xiao Yan let out a muffled groan and fell back to the ground even faster. The pressure on his feet was so immense that his legs sank into the dirt like two nails, making him seem shorter out of nowhere. He looked like a little dwarf, utterly ridiculous.

A cry of alarm escaped Xun Er's lips. Her delicate body struggled as wisps of terrifying golden flame slowly surged from within her, trying to break free of her restraints and help Xiao Yan.

Suddenly, a hand pressed down on her shoulder, forcefully suppressing the golden flames back into her body.

Nan Lao shook his head. Watching the battle between the two young men, his voice remained as still as an ancient well. "Miss, you should know what those young men in the clan feel for you. Many of their elders are Dou Sheng. Sometimes, there are things even