"Impossible... This is absolutely impossible..."
Gu Yuan slumped to the ground, his face haggard and his aura feeble, yet he still stared fixedly at Xiao Yan in the void, his eyes full of disbelief.
"He isn't even a Dou Emperor. How could he possibly possess such terrifying strength?"
"This... This makes no sense at all!"
No one could answer his question.
Everyone was immersed in utter terror and despair, unable to pull themselves free.
Xiao Yan quietly watched the Ancient Clan powerhouses, their faces deathly pale and their eyes filled with despair. A faint smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.
With a thought, he slightly reined in the Ten Thousand Soul Banner's devouring power, and the black chains around Gu Yuan loosened somewhat.
Gu Yuan crumpled to the ground, gasping for breath. His eyes were full of relief at having survived the calamity, but even more so of deep fear.
He raised his head and looked at Xiao Yan, who stood with his hands behind his back, composed and unruffled. His voice was hoarse and trembling. "You... Who... are you?"
"You're clearly not a Dou Emperor... How could you... How could you possess such terrifying strength?"
"This... This isn't power a Dou Sheng should have..."
"You... Who are you?!"
Gu Yuan's voice was full of confusion and fear.
He had lived for thousands of years and seen countless powerhouses, yet he had never encountered an existence as absurd as Xiao Yan.
He clearly had only the cultivation of a Peak Nine-Star Dou Saint, yet he could effortlessly suppress a Dou Emperor.
This went completely against the laws of cultivation on the Dou Qi Continent!
Xiao Yan looked down at him, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly.
"Who am I?"
He paused, a trace of playful amusement flickering