The Last to Arrive

The thought that after his death, Yao Lao might never be able to revive again filled Xiao Yan with a rare sense of lingering fear.

"Teacher, how did you get back?"

"Of course I came here myself." Yao Lao looked at Xiao Yan and smiled in gratification. "With my current strength, even the Soul Hall can only flee for their lives the moment they see me."

Xiao Yan naturally had no worries about that. If Yao Lao could even deal with peak experts like the Ancient Clan Three Immortals, then throughout the Central Plains, he was undoubtedly among the strongest. The people of the Soul Hall were naturally no match for him.

Looking closely at Xiao Yan, Yao Lao noticed the bloodshot eyes and his body, which had yet to recover. His heart ached, but he continued explaining.

"The Void Heavenly Emperor has a way to sense changes in your aura. In truth, I learned that something had happened to you three years ago. But in order to increase my own strength, I waited a long time before rushing over recently, arriving here just in time."

"Then what is your current strength, Teacher?" Xiao Yan was immensely curious about Yao Lao's strength. After roaming the Central Plains for so long, he had long learned through various channels that at his strongest, Yao Lao had been a peak eighth-tier alchemist and a Dou Venerable.

Yet judging from his attack just now, Yao Lao was already capable of contending against high-star Dou Saints. The leap in strength was simply too great, and Xiao Yan was indeed extremely curious about Yao Lao's current condition.

Yao Lao paused briefly and gave Xiao Yan a deeply meaningful look. His gaze was exceedingly complicated.

"That display just now was not my own strength. It was also