At this moment, the entire crowd fell silent.
From the moment Xiao Yan had entered the Ancient Clan so high-profile, everyone had known that a battle between him and the Ancient Clan's Heavenly Prodigies was unavoidable.
Advance, and fight. Retreat, and be humiliated!
And Xiao Yan now could fight, but could not be humiliated!
The moment he retreated, all the prestige he had painstakingly accumulated would vanish in an instant. It might even turn into a blade for Gu Yao to stab into him.
"Gu Yao."
Looking at the man whose eyes brimmed with provocation, Xiao Yan raised a brow. Yet there was not much information about this person in his mind.
As far as he knew, he and Gu Yao did not seem to know each other.
Why did he look so deeply resentful right from the start?
"Young Master," Mo Yu said in a low voice, bowing.
"It's fine."
Xiao Yan smiled faintly. "Even if he hadn't taken the initiative to start this fight, I couldn't have stayed out of it."
At those words, worry appeared on Mo Yu's face. However, he said nothing, merely stepped aside and walked down from the platform with Xiao Yan.
Xiao Yan had accepted the challenge!
At this sight, everyone in the arena was greatly shocked. They had never expected him to agree so decisively, without even the slightest hesitation.
After all, the opponent he faced was no ordinary Heavenly Prodigy, but Gu Yao!
One of the Black Mist Army's Four Great Commanders!
Among some of the relatively weaker Eight Clans, Gu Yao's strength would have been enough to firmly claim the title of the younger generation's number one.
Yet now, Xiao Yan, a descendant of the fallen Xiao Clan who did not even possess Bloodline Power, was going to face him