"The Xiao Clan... Xiao Yan?"
Ling Quan's face suddenly froze, then disbelief spread across it.
"You're Xiao Yan!!!"
After a brief moment of turmoil, Ling Quan could not help shrieking.
At that moment, fear, anger, jealousy, and venom mingled in his eyes. The only thing anyone could clearly discern was his impotent rage.
As one of the Gu Clan's more outstanding youths, Ling Quan knew about the momentous event that had taken place within the clan, even though his strength was only at the Peak Dou Emperor level.
After all, that event had left every young talent in the Gu Clan feeling immense pain and frustration: the marriage alliance between the Gu Clan and the Xiao Clan.
Had it involved anyone else, they might not have felt any discomfort. Most would even have been delighted.
After all, a marriage alliance with the Xiao Clan meant bringing their relationship a step closer. For the past thousand years, what woman among the Ancient Seven Clans had not considered marrying into the Xiao Clan an honor?
But this time was different. The woman marrying into the Xiao Clan was the goddess of every young man's dreams in their generation of the Gu Clan.
And the man their goddess was to marry was this fellow named Xiao Yan standing before him.
At that thought, the resentment and venom in Ling Quan's gaze grew even stronger.
Yet he helplessly discovered that, before Xiao Yan's terrifying pressure, he did not even have the strength to attack. A mere release of pressure had pinned him down so thoroughly that he could barely breathe.
Recalling the rumors that had spread throughout the Central Plains, Ling Quan felt despair well up within him.
Could this fellow really have the strength to kill a Half-Saint?
As Xiao Yan's pressure spread,