"Bang!" The palm-sized handprint seemed utterly powerless, but the instant it landed on the old man's chest, it crushed through his defenses like a gale sweeping away rotten wood. Even though he had used a Dou Technique to defend himself, it still left a deep palm imprint in his chest.
"Dong!" A sound like the tolling of a mighty bell rang out. The old man shot straight into the ground like a cannonball, gouging out a crater dozens of zhang across.
When the dust cleared, the former sect master of the Yuyuan Sect was kneeling on one knee in the crater, his mouth full of blood.
"N-no, impossible!" He stared up at Xiao Yan in the sky, disbelief filling his eyes, before coughing up another mouthful of blood.
Silence!
The hundred or so experts flying in the sky all fell briefly silent. Even if they attacked together, they might not have been able to defeat a Four-Star Dou Zong.
Yet this youth had defeated a Four-Star Dou Zong with only the cultivation of a Peak Dou Emperor. The sight had shaken them to their cores.
However, Xiao Yan showed no sign of pride as he stood in the sky. Instead, his gaze swept toward a patch of space in the distance.
"You three, since you're here, stop hiding."
The moment his words fell, the distant space rippled, and three old men wearing robes of the same design slowly stepped out.
"It's the Three Elders of Purple Spirit! All three are Dou Zong experts. Even the weakest is a Two-Star Dou Zong, and the strongest is a Four-Star Dou Zong! Working together, those three old fellows can even fight a Five-Star Dou Zong!"
The experts' expressions shifted as they looked at the three purple-robed elders.
They had never expected three more