Xiao Yao stood atop the Purple Wolf's head, flames around him rising and falling with his aura. His tone carried a trace of chill. "With that flashy spear technique of yours, I don't even need to use a Dou Technique. If that is all you have, then the one who loses today will only be you, the Ancient Clan disciple who thinks so highly of himself."
Gu Yao's expression grew colder upon hearing this. "Still talking tough! Today, I'll bury you here and see how long the bloodline of the declining Xiao Clan can endure!"
"How dare you! If anything happens to Brother Xiao Yao, I will never forgive you!" Xun Er clenched her jade-like hands and could not help shouting after hearing those words.
At her voice, the coldness in Xiao Yao's eyes softened at once, and a faint curve appeared at the corner of his lips.
He did not turn around. He merely glanced coolly at Gu Yao, then suddenly raised his voice, carrying an air of supremacy. "What storms have I not weathered? Even the Heavenly Venerates of the Soul Hall could do nothing to me. He alone is not enough to make me reveal my true strength!"
Seeing Xun Er stand up for Xiao Yao and hearing the utter disdain in Xiao Yao's words, the fury in Gu Yao's eyes surged. He gritted his teeth and directly activated a secret technique. His cultivation soared instantly, forcefully raising him to a Nine-Star Dou Zun. The overwhelming aura even distorted the surrounding air.
"Xiao Yao, you forced my hand! Now, I'll let you see what the Ancient Clan's foundation truly is!"
Gu Yao's body slowly rose into the air. As his hands rapidly formed seals, obscure runes flowed around his fingertips, and the energy between heaven and earth