Xiao Clan, Xiao Yan!

"Damn!"

At this sight, everyone below turned pale. They had never expected the Ancient Clan's methods to be so swift and ruthless.

Even the champion of the Pill Gathering, after offending the Ancient Clan, had become a prisoner in an instant, all his achievements reduced to dust. What a despairing gap that was.

The Eight Ancient Clans truly were terrifying.

Yet, to everyone's surprise, Mo Yu, surrounded by countless spears, had no intention of defending himself. He did not even raise his eyelids, silent as a stagnant pool.

As for Xiao Yan at the center, he showed even less reaction. Not only was he unafraid, but a mocking sneer appeared on his face.

"Your Ancient Clan has truly broadened my horizons." He shook his head. "Letting Xun'er stay away from this place and spend her childhood in peace may truly have been the right choice."

When he heard the other party mention Xun'er, Yang Hao's heart trembled. An inexplicable unease rose within him, and he immediately shouted coldly, "Seize him!"

However, it was already too late.

The next moment, Xiao Yan slowly removed his Alchemist's robe, revealing an ancient, imposing long gown beneath it. The mysterious pattern embroidered across his chest shone brilliantly beneath the cold gleam of the spears.

"What... is that?"

Seeing the long gown Xiao Yan wore, everyone revealed puzzled expressions. For a moment, they could not make out what the pattern embroidered on his robes represented.

"Has Xiao Yan become so desperate that he is clutching at straws? Even if he invoked Danta's name, it would be better than relying on some obscure little faction."

"Alas, the Ancient Clan's reputation is simply too great. Other than members of the Eight Clans themselves, who could possibly catch their eye?"

"It cannot be helped. Although Danta has considerable