Above the skies, fierce winds howled as two figures faced each other from afar.
Lei Dong watched the white-robed youth standing calmly before him. A meaningful smile slowly curled across his face, while the battle intent in his eyes was several times stronger than when he had faced Yao Tian and Yao Ling.
Lei Dong spoke in a low voice:
"Yao Xuan, you finally couldn't hold back any longer."
"From the moment I entered the Medicine Realm for today's Coming-of-Age Ceremony, the one I had been waiting for was never Yao Ling, nor Yao Tian, but you."
High above, Yao Wanhuo looked down at the arena. His aged eyes flickered slightly, his lips pressed together, yet he remained silent throughout, showing no intention of intervening.
Yao Wanhuo knew that Yao Xuan possessed shocking combat power and was also the only person in the Yao Clan capable of salvaging their dignity.
The Yao Clan's younger generation had suffered defeat after defeat, and the Emperor Clan's honor was already hanging by a thread. Now that Yao Xuan had stepped onto the stage of his own accord, he was the Yao Clan's final chance.
His silence was permission for this battle.
As Yao Xuan stepped onto the stage, hushed murmurs immediately rose from the seats of the other six ancient clans surrounding Cloud Sea Plaza. Sounds of surprise and doubt echoed without end.
Everyone's eyes focused on the white-robed figure in the arena, their faces filled with unfamiliarity.
Those gathered for the Yao Clan Coming-of-Age Ceremony were all registered direct-line prodigies of their respective clans. Yao Ling's Ninth-Rank Bloodline had stunned the entire audience, while Yao Tian had long been renowned as the foremost among his peers. Yet most of those present had never even heard the name Yao Xuan.
Before the Ancient