"What a truly massive lineup." Looking at the aura emitted by those hundreds of strongmen before him, Xiao Yan did not show the slightest bit of fear. Directly withstanding this overwhelmingly fierce aura, he spoke to King Xuan Ling word for word.
However, deep within his pupils, there was still a trace of heartache. Because among these strongmen before him, a great many were actually his own elders, yet they were now controlled by King Xuan Ling. A wave of anger and worry slowly welled up.
"Second Brother..."
"Second Brother." Meanwhile, Xiao Yi and Long Yi both arrived in front of Xiao Yan as if by prior agreement, attempting to resist this aura for him, only to be stopped by Xiao Yan with a wave of his hand.
"My King..." Wen Zi had just wanted to say something, but King Xuan Ling directly cut him off.
"Step down."
"There are some small fry outside Xuan Ling Mountain, go and deal with them." King Xuan Ling instructed.
"Understood." Hearing this, Wen Zi left the place directly.
"Heh."
"Xiao Yan, I have to say you have a lot of guts." Watching Wen Zi vanish, King Xuan Ling stared at Xiao Yan, who was withstanding the immense pressure before him, and smiled.
"You piece of trash!" Beside them, Long Yi and Xiao Yi both turned their gazes to King Xuan Ling with ferocious expressions.
"Huhu."
"Such truly weak power." The next moment, Xiao Yan directly shook off that aura, muttering to himself, though the corners of his mouth bled from repelling the pressure.
"They were once your closest kin, but now they have been reduced to my slaves."
"As long as I give a single word of command, their souls will scatter."
"And you brat, you likely hold some secrets on you, otherwise