"It's him!"
Han Feng drove the Amethyst Winged Lion King back with a palm strike, darting a glance at Xiao Yan from the corner of his eye.
This almost absurdly young boy had left a deep impression on him.
After all, he possessed considerable strength at such a tender age and could even command this group of powerful figures. His background was clearly anything but ordinary.
Han Feng had even suspected that he had some connection to that old bastard Yao Chen.
Perhaps he was his grandson or something of the sort.
As Yao Chen's disciple, Han Feng knew all too well about the women his master had been involved with.
So if Yao Chen really had an illegitimate child somewhere, Han Feng would not have found it strange in the least.
And judging by the age of the boy in the distance, calling him Yao Chen's grandson would fit perfectly.
Originally, Han Feng had not paid Xiao Yan much mind.
In his eyes, the boy's strength posed no threat to him whatsoever.
He had never expected him to suddenly erupt with the overwhelming aura of a Dou Zong.
At that thought, Han Feng's expression grew even darker.
He knew he could not linger in battle any longer, or today would surely be the day he died.
Run!
As thoughts raced through his mind, Han Feng turned and fled without the slightest hesitation.
The deep-blue Dou Qi Wings on his back beat fiercely, and he became a streak of light shooting into the distance.
"Damn it, you still think you can escape!"
The Amethyst Winged Lion King flew into a rage and immediately moved to pursue Han Feng.
A dignified Dou Zong like him had suffered at the hands of a mere Dou Emperor. Naturally, he had to reclaim his