"Next, Xiao Clan, Xiao Yan!"
As soon as Ling Feng finished speaking, Lin Xiu, the second commander and final participant in the test, suddenly lit up with a profound purple-gold pattern between his brows, its brilliance enough to make hearts tremble.
He gave Ling Feng a deep bow, then sauntered out of the arena. With a smile in his eyes, he stared at the Xiao Clan's honored seats, an unhurried curve lifting at the corner of his lips.
"Young Clan Leader Xiao, shall we?"
The amusement in Lin Xiu's gaze, paired with the dazzling purple-gold pattern on his forehead, made every force attending the ceremony change expression.
By now, even the slowest among them understood the Ancient Clan's intentions—
The reason they had reopened the Xiao Clan's honored seat, the reason they had turned a blind eye to Xiao Yan calling himself the Young Clan Leader, was not because the Ancient Clan had suddenly grown a conscience. They intended to make a spectacle of that very title!
From the very beginning, this had been a carefully laid trap!
"Bastards!"
Mang Tianchi flew into a rage, smashing the armrest beneath his palm to pieces. He immediately roared, "As the Xiao Clan's former ally, does your Ancient Clan not know what state the Xiao Clan is in?"
"In this situation, how is Xiao Yan supposed to test his bloodline?!"
The Xiao Clan had perished a thousand years ago!
Even if descendants remained, they could only be barely clinging to life. Forget activating a clan pattern—even retaining a trace of Dou Di bloodline was impossible.
What was he supposed to use for the test?
This was no mere humiliation. They intended to turn the entire Xiao Clan into a stepping stone for the Ancient Clan!
"The Ancient Clan is practically putting Xiao Yan