"Those under my protection—how dare you ants lay a finger on them?"
Before his words had even faded, a terrifying tide of Dou Qi suddenly surged around Xiao Ze.
The Dou Qi wasn't raging wildly, yet it carried a supreme pressure that crushed all things. It was as if an invisible world had suddenly come crashing down. Fine ripples spread through the surrounding space, and even the air seemed to solidify.
The elders around them paled in alarm and hurriedly circulated their Dou Qi to resist. Even so, their chests felt constricted, and their feet retreated of their own accord.
The weaker elders turned deathly pale, their Dou Qi nearly falling into disarray.
This pressure had already surpassed the limits of a Dou Zun. An utterly unthinkable notion quietly welled up in their minds.
"A Dou Sheng Expert?!"
Their gazes shifted from suspicion to utter terror as they looked at Xiao Ze's clone.
If even one of his clones possessed the strength of a Dou Sheng, just how powerful was his true body?
They dared not imagine it. They didn't want to imagine it!
Hua Jin and the Demonic Flower Evil Lord were even more thunderstruck. All color drained from their faces, leaving only a terror that lingered, impossible to dispel.
"Impossible!" the Demonic Flower Evil Lord snarled, his eyes wild with disbelief. "You're nothing but a clone! How could you possibly be a Dou Sheng Expert? I don't believe it!"
He instinctively tried to circulate his Dou Qi and fight back, but that pressure was like a mountain made real. No matter how he struggled, the Dou Qi within him seemed frozen. Even lifting a hand was an ordeal.
As a six-star Dou Zun, beneath this pressure he was as small as an ant, as lowly as a blade