As he watched Xiao Yan suddenly emerge from the Demon Saint's space, a trace of surprise appeared on the Purple-Robed Youth's face.
"A Dou Zong?" His voice held a faint note of doubt, but even more astonishment.
The youth before him was simply too young. With his Dou Sheng Cultivation Level, he could easily sense the other party's true age.
And that true age was indeed only sixteen.
Such a young Dou Zong expert left even a Dou Sheng like him slightly shaken.
Yet no matter how young Xiao Yan was, he was still only a Dou Zong. Before a Dou Sheng expert, he was nothing more than an ant.
Ignoring Xiao Yan's gaze, the purple-robed young man looked at Wen and Wu, the Two Saints, with a hint of menace in his eyes.
"You two, leave at once, and I can overlook what happened today. Only serpent magical beasts can obtain this inheritance.
"You humans have no chance of receiving it. Why offend me over it?"
Seeing the purple-robed man's attitude, Xiao Wen merely shook his head indifferently and turned his gaze toward Xiao Yan instead.
"Whether we leave isn't up to me. Our young master decides."
At those words, the purple-robed young man's expression shifted from surprise to shock.
He naturally knew these two old men's strength very well. Both were Half-Saint experts, as rare as phoenix feathers and qilin horns across the Northwest Continent.
Yet now they were serving as a youth's guards. That youth was probably a core descendant of some great clan from Ancient Times.
The moment he thought of how such a great clan from Ancient Times might have more than a dozen Dou Sheng experts, some inevitably far stronger than himself, he immediately abandoned the idea of killing the youth.
"Young friend, what