Fame Spreads Throughout the World

Accompanying the voice was a figure that suddenly appeared behind Yao Lao.

Hearing the familiar voice, Yao Lao turned his head in disbelief, and upon seeing that the newcomer was Xiao Yan, his lips trembled.

Yao Lao's lips moved, his expression a mix of shock and joy. After a long while, he finally spat out a sentence, "You shouldn't have come! You'll die!"

In Yao Lao's understanding, only four years had passed. No matter how much of a genius Xiao Yan was, at most he would only be a ninth-rank warrior, and in all likelihood, only an eighth-rank. He could not possibly have any impact on the current situation.

Xiao Yan smiled lightly, stepping forward with confidence, his sharp edge fully exposed. "Don't worry, Teacher. From now on, with me here, no one will dare to touch you again!"

"Lend me your sword."

Before Yao Lao could react, Xiao Yan snatched the crimson longsword from his hand with one motion.

"Clang—"

As battle qi surged, the longsword let out a shrill cry.

Theodore's expression turned solemn. As a Saint-level expert, he hadn't even been able to track the speed at which Xiao Yan appeared.

"Who are you?" Theodore was full of caution, his body wrapped in holy white battle qi and tensed, ready to strike at any moment.

"Whoosh!"

The response to Theodore was a cold, indifferent strike from Xiao Yan.

The crimson longsword carried a chilling murderous intent, carving a beautiful, mournful crescent moon in the air. In just an instant, it appeared before Theodore.

"Damn it!"

Facing the attack, Theodore flipped his palm, and a heavy black sword appeared abruptly, ready to meet Xiao Yan's strike head-on.

Just as their weapons were about to collide, Xiao Yan's figure abruptly vanished.

"Oh no!" Seeing this, a chill rose from the depths of Theodore's heart. His hair stood on end, and he felt his entire body turn cold.

"You are too slow."

"Also, thank you for the space ring!"

Xiao Yan's icy voice rang out behind Theodore, accompanied by blood spraying into the air.

"Puchi—"

The head fell to the ground, and blood geysered toward the sky.

The Saint-level warrior Theodore was dead!

The battle ended too quickly; in almost a single exchange, Xiao Yan had killed Theodore.

The members of the Church of Light nearby and Yao Lao hadn't even reacted before Theodore's soul had already returned to the underworld.

"You—" Dialuo looked at Xiao Yan in disbelief.

Having seen portraits of Xiao Yan, Dialuo recognized his identity, but he couldn't believe—or rather, refused to believe—that a seventeen-year-old youth could actually be a Saint-level expert.

"And you lot!"

Hearing the commotion, Xiao Yan's cold gaze swept over the surrounding members of the Church of Light.

Dialuo snapped back to reality, his expression instantly turning fearful as he blustered, "I am an archbishop of the Church of Light! If you dare to kill me, you will be in an endless feud with the Church!"

"Moron!" Hearing Dialuo's threat, Xiao Yan couldn't help but chuckle.

"Using the Church of Light to threaten me?"

"An endless feud?"

"Do you think I care about that?"

Puff!

Dialuo's body was torn into pieces.

After finishing this, Xiao Yan walked toward Yao Lao.

Yao Lao looked at him in disbelief, his mouth wide open. "You... you... have you broken through to the Saint-level?"

"Just lucky," Xiao Yan said, rubbing his nose.

His gaze swept across the surroundings inadvertently. Under the cover of night, Xiao Yan's senses picked up many figures flickering about.

Those were spies from various factions. After tonight, it was likely that Xiao Yan's strength could no longer be hidden.

It wasn't that Xiao Yan hadn't considered killing all these spies, but upon reflection, even if he killed them all, it probably wouldn't stay hidden for long. After all, with the pride of a Saint-level warrior, Theodore had certainly flown into Starfire City openly when he arrived; countless people must have seen him.

Now that Theodore was dead, in such a sensitive period, even if Xiao Yan killed all the spies, it would only delay the discovery by a few days. Sooner or later, they would trace it back to him.

"Forget it, I'll spare their lives."

"Once I refresh my talent to a higher grade, even if the Pope of Light comes, I will have nothing to fear." After a brief thought, Xiao Yan dismissed the idea of a massacre.

As a clone, now that his cultivation had reached the Saint-level, his previously fixed talents could be refreshed again. Not only that, but the elevation of his life level also meant an increase in his talent cap. If Xiao Yan refreshed his talents now, they would no longer be exclusively white-grade; higher-grade talents would appear.

"If the white-grade talent [Fallen Genius] was enough to let me comprehend the laws when breaking through to the Saint-level, wouldn't a higher-grade talent have an even more heaven-defying effect?"

"It might not make me a god instantly, but it should at least push my comprehension of the laws further, bringing my Saint-level strength to the second tier so I don't have to fear that Pope of Light. That much should be a piece of cake!"

...A few days later, news broke out from Starfire City, shaking the entire Azeron Continent.

Xiao Yan, the peerless genius hunted by the Church of Light four years ago, had returned.

After four years of silence, he had reappeared: a seventeen-year-old Saint!

In his first battle, he killed a veteran Saint-level powerhouse, slaying Theodore—who had cultivated for hundreds of years—with a single sword strike, and massacred the high-ranking officials of the Starfire City branch of the Church of Light.

This news spread across the continent at lightning speed, and through word of mouth, Xiao Yan's status rose rapidly.

In the end, he was even hailed as the greatest genius the Azeron Continent had seen in ten thousand years!

"My disciple Xiao Yan has the potential to become a god," Yao Lao would say to anyone he met.

Imperial Capital Magic Academy of the Roland Empire.

"Hiss~" In dormitory 9527, Lynn and Taylor gasped in unison as they listened to the news brought by Kasa.

"Seventeen years old, isn't that the same age as me?" Lynn couldn't help but sigh. "Sometimes the gap between people is truly greater than the gap between a human and a dog."

"At the same age, I'm still worrying about breaking through to a level seven mage, yet Xiao Yan has already reached the Saint level and made a name for himself across the continent!"

"Yeah, exactly!" Taylor nodded incessantly, his face full of envy.

"If I had half his talent... no, even a tenth, I wouldn't be afraid of old John anymore!" Taylor muttered to himself at the end, seemingly bad-mouthing some old man.

"With a tenth of Xiao Yan's talent, you'd at least be a level eight warrior at seventeen. By then, it would be old John who's afraid of you," Kasa rolled his eyes at Taylor.

Taylor scratched his head foolishly and didn't reply.

Kasa looked at Lynn again. "Boss, among the three of us, it makes sense for Taylor and me to complain about our lack of talent. But as for you, a level six mage at fifteen, and now at seventeen, you've reached the peak of level six and are preparing to break through to level seven. Looking at the entire Roland Empire, no one else can match your cultivation speed!"

"You're practically the Xiao Yan among mages."

"Hehe... keep it low-key, keep it low-key." Hearing Kasa's exclamation, Lynn chuckled while scratching his head, his gaze inadvertently glancing at his panel.

[Host: Lynn]

[Strength: Level Seven Mage, Level Eight Warrior!]

Being a transmigrator, one always has to keep a few cards up their sleeve.

You might not need to use them, but you can't afford not to have them.