From the parted crowd, an elderly man with a somewhat gloomy face and blade-thin lips slowly stepped out. He was Yao Wangui, the Yao Clan elder who had overseen punishments during the struggle for the Demonic Flame years ago.
Seeing the two sides poised for confrontation, many sect leaders and Grand Elders from the ancient sects and factions of the Central Continent exchanged glances. Their expressions complicated, they retreated, leaving only the Yao Clan disciples who had stayed to watch the spectacle.
Although Yao Wangui was the Yao Clan's Punishment Elder and held considerable authority, the other side's background was no less formidable than his own.
Old Yao's status was now enough to warrant a clan leader personally receiving him in any Ancient Clan. And the source of such confidence lay in four words:
Tianfu Alliance!
Having defeated the Soul Hall and now nearly united most of the Central Continent's forces, this existence was the undisputed overlord of the Central Continent. Even the Yao Clan, aside from its Alchemy skill, likely had no absolute confidence in suppressing the Tianfu Alliance.
Before such a colossal force, Yao Wangui—the Yao Clan's Law Enforcement Elder and a Four-star Dou Saint—seemed insignificant.
Thus, in their eyes, Yao Wangui's actions were simply those of a clown courting his own humiliation.
Hearing Xiao Yan's words, a trace of gravity flashed through Yao Wangui's eyes. He had never imagined that this insignificant figure, once merely a Two-star Dou Saint in his eyes, would miraculously absorb the Purifying Demonic Lotus Flame. He had even heard that Xiao Yan had defeated Hun Miesheng. Yet when he thought of the Yao Clan behind him, his confidence instantly returned.
How could the Yao Clan's foundation of tens of thousands of years possibly be compared to by a brat who had only