"Xiao Yan, this is the Yao Clan!"
Seeing Yao Wangui struggling desperately in Xiao Yan's grasp, the red-haired old man glared furiously and shouted sternly.
"Elder, I did not come to the Yao Clan seeking trouble. But if someone bullies my teacher and me, I will not let it go!"
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Xiao Yan fixed his cold gaze on the terrified Yao Wangui and spoke in a low voice.
As Xiao Yan's words fell, Little Yi swiftly swooped down from the sky and landed on his shoulder. The Purifying Demonic Lotus Flame coiled around its body, and a terrifying heat quietly spread outward, causing many faces to turn pale with alarm. It was the first time they had seen such a wondrous Heavenly Flame.
As Little Yi descended, the burly black figure at Xiao Yan's side also stepped sideways, blocking the red-haired old man. The latter was extraordinarily powerful, a genuine Six-Star Dou Sheng. Here, only King Bei could hold him back.
Seeing the lineup around Xiao Yan, even Elder Wanhuo's eyelids twitched uncontrollably. Especially when his gaze fell upon the cold and indifferent King Bei, wariness surged in his eyes. During their earlier exchange, he had discovered that even he had failed to gain the slightest advantage.
"So Xiao Yan truly lives up to his reputation. At such a young age, he already possesses such strength, and he has so many powerful beings by his side. Such a peerless talent has emerged from the declining Xiao Clan... Truly enviable..."
The anger on Elder Wanhuo's face gradually subsided. He gave Xiao Yan a deep look. The latter's accomplishments were no less than those of old monsters like them. Among the younger generation across the entire continent, perhaps no one could surpass him.
"Xiao Yan, today