How Could He Forget?

"Lord Xiao Xuan, the Xiao Tribe of a thousand years ago had long since ceased to exist. Please, don't say any more! Please!!"

The Eight Sages of the Xiao Tribe lay prostrate on the deck, sobbing softly.

"So the Xiao Tribe had already been destroyed for so long? So the glory of my tribe had been buried in dust for a thousand years?!"

Xiao Xuan stared in horror at the empty Xiao Emperor Mountain Range below.

"Ahhh! Hun Tiandi! Soul Clan! You destroyed my Xiao Tribe! You slaughtered tens of millions of my tribe's descendants! I want you all dead, ahhhhh!!!!"

The usually refined and composed Xiao Xuan suddenly transformed into a ferocious beast and roared with all his strength.

"Boom!"

The energy between heaven and earth suddenly began to riot violently. An indescribably immense aura burst forth from Xiao Xuan's body, and an energy pillar tens of thousands of feet long abruptly rose from the depths of the Xiao Emperor Mountain Range before shooting toward the heavens like lightning.

Space trembled! Space wailed! Space wept!

"Thud! Thud! Thud!"

Xiao Yan, Yao Lao, and the others were instantly forced to their knees on the deck of the Space-Shuttle Boat by an immense force.

The powerful pressure of an Eight-Star Dou Sheng and an Emperor Realm Soul flooded the skies above the Xiao Emperor Mountain Range without restraint, sweeping aside all resistance!

Zhu Huo, a Three-Star Dou Sheng, was likewise crushed against the deck by an indescribable force, utterly unable to move.

Even though his true form was an Ancient Dragon that had cultivated for thousands of years, possessing the Ancient Dragon body known as the strongest physique in the Beast World, he still found it difficult to breathe.

Zhu Huo struggled to twist his body, staring in shock and reverence