At the sight of their expressions, a cold smile appeared on Xiao Yan's face.
Before Xiao Yan's birth, Saint King Xiao had been the greatest prodigy of the Xiao Clan's current generation. His bloodline power was likewise only ninth-grade, but he had encountered many fortuitous opportunities, and his comprehension far surpassed that of ordinary people.
This exceptionally gifted genius of the Xiao Clan had reached the Half-Saint level at thirty, and even had a record of surviving a battle against a Dou Sheng Expert.
With such achievements and talent, barring any unforeseen circumstances, he might have hoped to become the Xiao Clan's next Emperor's Son. Of course, the position was incomparably exalted; even a divine-grade bloodline did not necessarily guarantee it.
Saint King Xiao had always pursued this honor. After all, becoming a saint at thirty-five placed his talent among the very best in the Ancient Seven Clans. Now, not yet a hundred years old, he already possessed the strength of a five-star Dou Sheng.
Strictly speaking, he and Xiao Yan no longer belonged to the same generation, but his terrifying talent still won the respect-and even allegiance-of countless prodigies in the Xiao Clan.
The reason was simple: in his youth, Saint King Xiao had swept through the younger generation of the Ancient Seven Clans. Numerous Saint Son-level prodigies had fallen to him one after another. Thus, he had earned the title of King of the previous generation's Saint Sons, and everyone revered him as the Saint King.
Had Xiao Yan not burst onto the scene, he truly might have become the next Emperor's Son. Yet Xiao Yan's sudden emergence had directly won him the position of Saint Son.
As a result, not only were Saint King Xiao and the many prodigies following him unwilling to bow to Xiao Yan,