The voice was not loud, yet it contained an unimaginable, terrifying power. Like an invisible blade, it tore through the void and pierced layer upon layer of seals, reaching the ears of every member of the Ancient Clan with crystal clarity!
The entire Ancient Realm trembled violently at that moment!
Mountains shook, rivers flowed backward, and countless halls and pavilions quivered under the impact of that voice, as if they might collapse at any moment!
Every member of the Ancient Clan, from ordinary disciples to core elders, turned deathly pale. Their legs went weak, and an irresistible terror welled up from the depths of their hearts, nearly driving them to their knees!
"Xiao Clan... Xiao Yan?!"
"This... this is the aura of a Dou Sheng! And a Peak Nine-Star Dou Saint at that!"
"Impossible! How could the Xiao Clan have a Peak Nine-Star Dou Saint?!"
"He... he said he's Xiao Yan? That Xiao Yan from Wutan City? The boy who's only fifteen or sixteen?!"
"How could that be possible! A Peak Nine-Star Dou Saint at fifteen or sixteen? That's absolutely impossible!"
Exclamations and gasps of disbelief rose one after another. Every face was marked by sheer terror and incredulity.
Inside the main council hall, Gu Yuan's face had turned livid, his eyes filled with shock.
He had heard it.
He had heard every word, loud and clear.
Xiao Yan of the Xiao Clan.
Xiao Yan!
That boy from the Xiao Family in Wutan City, the junior he had thought possessed only the cultivation of a Dou Emperor—
was actually an unparalleled Peak Nine-Star Dou Saint!
"This... how is this possible..."
Gu Yuan muttered to himself, his voice trembling.
He remembered how, just moments ago, he had been debating whether to make a move against the Xiao Family, weighing the pros