Facing the Dou Zong's remarks, Xiao Yan merely swept his gaze over the three Dou Zongs present one by one before finally settling it on Mo Tianxing, who had already retreated quite a distance. His expression did not change as he said, "Sect Master Mo, do you also refuse to acknowledge me as Demonic Flame Valley's successor?"
Mo Tianxing's heart skipped a beat. He cursed inwardly, then put on a genial expression and smiled. "What are you saying? Mr. Xiao Yan is young and accomplished; it is only natural that Old Ghost of Earthly Demons would favor you. Some people have only one track in their heads and speak without restraint. I hope Mr. Xiao Yan will be magnanimous."
As he spoke, he glanced at the Xu-surnamed Dou Zong, his eyes constantly signaling him.
Yet that Dou Zong merely snorted coldly and said disdainfully, "What's wrong with you, Mo Tianxing? Your cultivation has improved, but your courage has shrunk? He merely has the identity of a Sixth-grade Alchemist. Is that worth groveling so shamelessly? At the end of the day, he is only a Three-Star Dou Zong who picked up a Token from who knows where and wants to profit without lifting a finger. Pah! I, Xu Wuque of the Sky-Blowing Gang, am the first to refuse!"
The more he spoke, the angrier he became. The Dou Qi around him surged out uncontrollably, spreading toward Xiao Yan.
Mo Tianxing looked utterly speechless. He held his forehead and shook his head.
Damn it, I gave you a chance, but you were useless!
Xu Wuque was truly this blind to the situation. What a waste of his Four-star Dou Zong cultivation!
"Oh?" Xiao Yan narrowed his eyes slightly, a curl forming at the corner of his lips. "Then what does Sect Master