Xun Er, the Ultimate Little Padded Jacket Full of Holes

"Missed a hundred million, missed a hundred million!"

"Dou Zuns gathered, Half-Saints clashed. ✿.｡.:* ☆::. .::.☆*.:｡.✿"

"Such a rare sight, and I actually missed it."

"Ah!"

Xiao Yan fiercely grabbed at his hair, feeling utterly dejected.

"Little Yan, don't be upset." Xiao Li reached out and patted Xiao Yan on the shoulder, laughing. "Your eldest brother, Father, and I saw it. Rounding it off, that means you saw it too."

"Second Brother, are you sure that's supposed to comfort me?" Xiao Yan felt his heart ache even more.

"Hahaha."

Everyone burst into clear, hearty laughter.

Zhang Yuan smiled as well. "You may not get to see a Half-Saint battle, but you'll be seeing a Dou Saint very soon."

The moment he said that, everyone present was shaken, Xun Er included.

The Xiao Clan descendants of the Xiao family, Qing Lin with her Triple Jade-Green Snake Flower Pupils, Medusa of the Seven-Colored Sky Swallowing Python, Xiao Yi Xian with the Calamity Poison Body, Xun Er from the Ancient Clan, and Qing Yanjing, who was suspected to be reincarnated from a world beyond the Dou Qi Continent, had all grown up in the Jia Ma Empire, tucked away in the southwest corner of the Northwest Continent.

Of the four great southwestern empires of the past, the Jia Ma Empire was now the only one left. Yet it had once possessed the weakest overall strength, the only place without a Dou Zong expert.

To the people of the Jia Ma Empire, becoming a Dou Wang was a goal that might take a lifetime of effort to reach. Becoming a Dou Emperor was enough to bring honor to one's ancestors. As for a Dou Zong, it was no longer a matter of ancestral graves smoking—you'd be the one writing the family genealogy.

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