Yao Wangu's cold, arrogant laughter echoed through the heavens, his eyes brimming with contempt.
Before his words had even faded, Yao Wangu casually flicked his sleeve.
Rumble—!
A vast, boundless pressure suddenly crashed down, weighing heavily upon the entire sky.
The power of a Four-Star Dou Saint was incomparably tyrannical, layer upon layer enveloping all directions and pinning Yao Xuan and Yao Chen firmly in midair.
At that moment, heaven and earth froze, and the airflow was sealed.
Yao Xuan's body shuddered violently, faint cracking sounds coming from his bones. Before this absolute power, the robust Dou Qi of an Eight-Star Battle Venerable was on the verge of collapse.
Yao Chen beside him also knitted his brows, his body sinking slightly.
Though Yao Chen was now a One-Star Dou Saint, the gap between them was a full three stars. Moreover, Yao Wangu was a veteran Dou Saint, with deep reserves and a solid foundation far beyond ordinary experts of the same rank.
Such a vast disparity could not be bridged by ordinary means.
Ants and the azure heavens—such was the difference.
Above the entire Starfall Pavilion, every elder and disciple felt as if they were suffocating. They stared in horror at that incomparably domineering figure in the sky, not even daring to breathe too loudly.
Even under such an absolute disadvantage, barely able to move beneath the pressure, there was not a trace of fear in Yao Xuan's pitch-black eyes. There was only icy sharpness.
Yao Xuan turned his head with difficulty toward Yao Chen at his side and roared in a low voice,
"Uncle Chen! Hold him off for a moment!"
Yao Chen did not hesitate in the slightest and nodded heavily.
The next instant, the dormant aura around Yao Chen erupted!
The Dou Qi of a One-Star Dou