With a thought from Xiao Yan, the Azure Nether Myriad-Forms Flame transformed into a barrier before him, cutting off that force.
The barrier was like a shield condensed from flames, standing unwavering amid the storm.
Only after the old man had calmed down somewhat did Xiao Yan speak. "Senior, although the Xiao Clan has weakened, it has not been completely wiped out.
There is still me, and there is still the Xiao Clan. As long as the Xiao Clan remains, the Xiao Clan has not fallen. I came here hoping to obtain the Yin-Yang Twin Flames, strengthen myself, and restore the Xiao Clan's former glory!"
"Hehe... Restoring the Xiao Clan? Easier said than done! Even the clan head at the peak of the Dou Saint realm was defeated."
The old man chuckled upon hearing this. Restoring the Xiao Clan was difficult—far too difficult.
Even their clan head, Xiao Xuan, had died in that great battle. Could the young man before him and the so-called Xiao Clan really change everything?
"Things depend on human effort. Besides, there are still Xiao Clan members alive. Ancestor Xiao Chen is alive as well, though he is trapped somewhere. Once I become stronger, I will definitely go save him."
Xiao Yan showed no sign of giving up. After all, if even he gave up, then the Dou Qi Continent would truly be finished.
Hearing Xiao Yan's words, the old man also felt a measure of hope rise within him and turned his gaze back to Xiao Yan.
Earlier, he had merely given Xiao Yan a cursory glance. After sensing the remnant Xiao Clan Dou Emperor Bloodline within Xiao Yan and confirming his identity, he had not examined him any further.
But now that he looked closely, even the old man was left somewhat stunned.
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