The powerful figures from the various clans watched Xiao Ze's figure streak toward the mountain peak as a pale golden beam of light, their expressions varied.
The red-robed man from the Flame Clan gazed thoughtfully in the direction Xiao Ze had gone. A clan member beside him asked in a low voice,
"Elder, Xiao Ze is so closely connected to the young princess of the Ancient Clan. Once the Heavenly Tomb opens, should we keep a closer eye on him?"
The red-robed man nodded slowly, his voice carrying a note of solemnity. "At such a young age, this boy already possesses the strength of a Dou Sheng. The Xiao Tribe's resurgence is now unstoppable. Maintaining friendly relations with him will do our Flame Clan nothing but good."
Once one of the Eight Ancient Clans, the Xiao Tribe's bloodline had dried up after Xiao Xuan failed in his attempt to reach the Dou Di realm.
Now that a young talent like Xiao Ze had emerged, the Xiao Tribe's rise was unstoppable.
Building a good relationship with a heaven-blessed genius like him could only benefit their Flame Clan.
Hearing this, the Flame Clan member nodded as well.
Xiao Ze now had the strength of a Dou Sheng. Picking a fight with him would be no different from wrestling with the god of death.
They certainly didn't think they could gain any advantage against a Dou Sheng Expert.
But in the eyes of the Hun Clan members, the scene looked entirely different.
"This boy's certainly blessed. The young princess of the Ancient Clan is so devoted to him."
A Hun Clan expert concealed beneath a black robe spoke in a voice as hoarse as sandpaper scraping together. His gaze was fixed on the mountain peak, and undisguised malice churned in his eyes.
"But