Looking down at everyone below, Xiao Yan seemed like a sovereign gazing upon a swarm of ants.
Here, perhaps only Gu Yuan and Zhu Kun were barely worthy of his attention.
"Gu Yuan, the power of a Dou Di is beyond your imagination."
Xiao Yan spoke indifferently. "You chose Ling Feng back then. Do you regret it now? As long as you say you regret it, I might consider giving you and the Gu Clan another chance to survive."
Perhaps it was the resentment in his heart, or perhaps it was because Ling Feng had always kept him under his heel, but a twisted desire stirred within him. He wanted Gu Yuan and the Gu Clan, who had once chosen Ling Feng, to admit that they had been wrong. That would give him a sense of pleasure.
Yet the moment he voiced those words, he had already taken the inferior position.
Gu Yuan shook his head and said gravely, "Xiao Yan, I know you desperately want me to belittle Ling Feng, but let me tell you this: even if I could do it all over again, I would still choose Ling Feng. You cannot compare to him. My only regret is that I failed to persuade him to join us in dealing with you."
"Shut up!"
His terrifying Dou Di aura surged out like mountains toppling and seas overturning, blasting Gu Yuan away. This time, Xiao Yan struck in fury, holding nothing back.
Gu Yuan could not resist at all. He spat out a mouthful of blood and landed face-down on the ground.
Yet Xiao Yan, provoked by Gu Yuan's words, could not contain his rage. The contempt and pity in Gu Yuan's eyes only enraged him further.
Holding nothing back, he flashed above Gu Yuan and stamped his foot.