The story of the Xiao Clan was already over.
And now, Xiao Yan had arrived.
Below, Xiao Yan had already faced off against Gu Yao. Anyone with eyes could tell that a fierce battle between the two was about to begin.
In the VIP seats, Gu Yuan held a teacup as his gaze fell upon the lean, black-robed figure in the arena. He then looked at the white-haired young man opposite him, radiating a frigid aura, before suddenly turning to Liu Bai with a faint smile.
"Hall Master Liu, who do you think will win this match?"
Liu Bai set down his teacup, the corners of his lips lifting slightly.
"Xiao Yan."
Gu Yuan raised his brows slightly, a trace of surprise flashing through his eyes.
"Oh? Hall Master Liu thinks so highly of him? Gu Yao is one of the Ancient Clan's Four Great Commanders, an Eight-Star Dou Venerate with an eighth-grade bloodline. Whether in strength or foundation, he surpasses Xiao Yan by far."
Liu Bai shook his head.
"Foundation is foundation, and strength is strength. Gu Yao is indeed powerful, but he relies too heavily on the Dou Emperor Bloodline."
His gaze fell upon the icy figure in the arena.
"The Dou Emperor Bloodline gave him immense power, but it also left his combat experience and fighting techniques far inferior to Xiao Yan's."
Gu Yuan appeared thoughtful.
"Hall Master Liu means..."
Liu Bai spoke calmly.
"Xiao Yan fought his way from the Northwest Continent to the Central Plains. From the Jia Ma Empire to the Black-Corner Region, from the Central Plains to the Pill World, how many life-and-death battles had he experienced? How many times had he stood at death's door? Every day, every step, he gave everything he had."
He paused and looked at Gu Yao.
"And