"Since that's the case, let me see just how far this Ancient Clan divine ability can go."
Xiao Yan muttered softly, yet still showed no intention of using Dou Qi. With a stomp of his feet, his entire body shot forth like lightning.
Blood and vitality surged from every tiny part of his body like a raging dragon. Countless pores opened and closed, releasing scorching mist that resembled blood.
Without question, this was a physique that had truly reached the pinnacle!
He stepped through the void. Every step created a vortex in the air, and even space itself collapsed with a thunderous crash beneath the unbearable force. The sheer ferocity of that power made the spectators below feel stabbing pain in their eyes, nearly unable to look directly at it.
Then, under Gu Yao's resentful and vicious gaze, Xiao Yan changed his kick into a sweeping strike and collided head-on with the torrent of Dou Qi that had been blasted toward him.
"Bang!!!!!!"
A deafening explosion capable of piercing through the barrier's seal rang out, followed by countless reverberations like clashing metal.
Punches, whip-like kicks, palm strikes—facing Gu Yao's nearly crazed outpouring of Dou Qi, Xiao Yan did not retreat in the slightest. Instead, the more he fought, the more excited he became.
By now, Gu Yao had long forgotten the rule against using weapons. His spear stabbed at Xiao Yan madly, his eyes bloodshot as if they might drip blood.
"Too slow!"
"Too weak!"
"With such utterly unstructured moves, are you really a commander of the Ancient Clan?"
Xiao Yan shook his head in disappointment. Having lost all interest in continuing the entanglement, he clenched his hand and forcibly twisted Gu Yao's prized spear into the shape of a twisted braid.
"Ahhh!"
Gu Yao stared at the nearly unrecognizable,