The Venerable Arrives

Wang Zhuang was utterly baffled by that answer. But as a Dou Emperor, he understood how terrifying those fluctuations of power were. He had encountered Dou Zong experts before and knew how fearsome their strength could be. Yet the terrifying waves sweeping across heaven and earth like a tangible tide were nothing like the power of any Dou Zong he had ever known!

That left only one answer: either the charcoal-black man or the mysterious gentleman had to be a Dou Zun, a level above Dou Zong!

Wang Zhuang's face turned deathly pale. Cold sweat soaked his palms.

What had brought such a powerful figure here? Was it the three "honored guests," or some other, more far-reaching and frightening purpose?

Wang Zhuang was beginning to regret his decision. The journey had been anything but peaceful, and perhaps he had been too greedy. Escorting those three honored guests was no easy task. He had bitten off more than he could chew by accepting a job far beyond his limits, and now he was riding a tiger with no way to dismount.

Once a Dou Zun appeared, even he would have no room to resist. All he could do was bow his head and obey. After all, a Dou Zun could snuff out a Dou Emperor with the flick of a finger.

Just then, a figure appeared beside him like a ghost, without a sound.

Wang Zhuang immediately bowed, lowering himself even further. "Honored guest, what is this?"

Before them, a vast, heart-stopping vortex of Dou Qi spun wildly, devouring the Dou Qi of the surrounding world. At its center, Xiao Yan was completely engulfed in a brilliant blaze of energy. Only the faint outline of his seated figure remained visible, while his aura climbed at a terrifying pace. As his power