Nalan Yanran: Xiao Yan Was Really Xiao Yan?!

With that, vast Dou Qi surged from Xiao Yan's body. Two enormous Fire Flood Dragon phantoms seemed to form behind him, their slit pupils gazing coldly down at Mu Zhan. The mockery and ease in Mu Zhan's eyes vanished, replaced by sheer terror.

This guy's a Dou Wang expert!

No. He'd seen commanders in the army who were Dou Wang experts unleash their power, and none had been remotely this terrifying.

This is... a Dou Emperor!

Pfft!

Mu Zhan spat blood and struggled down onto one knee. The pressure made his bones crack, drained all color from his face, and left him unable even to raise his head.

"Heavenly Flames! Two of them—"

Liu Ling's pupils contracted. When he saw Xiao Yan look his way, he hurriedly covered his mouth, swallowed hard, and turned his gaze aside in fear.

Everyone nearby stared in shock at the young man Ya Fei had brought. He looked only seventeen or eighteen, yet possessed such overwhelming power. Quite a few sharp minds had already guessed who he was.

Among the younger generation of the great families, those too foolish to be useful were either sent to fight on the Frontline or cast aside by their families. All they had to do was serve as marriage pawns and stay alive.

But everyone here was among their family's finest, a direct-line heir. Even the seemingly innocent Little Princess Yao Yue had a gleam in her eyes. She had apparently suspected the truth from the moment her elder sister moved against Mu Zhan, though she had yet to confirm it.

Until now...

This was Xiao Yan, the man everyone in the Jia Ma Empire had been talking about!

"Two Heavenly Flames... What a waste if he doesn't practice alchemy," Liu Ling muttered regretfully.

"How do you know