"This is bad!"
Seeing Xiao Yan still charging at him with murderous intent, Yao Xiaotian's face filled with terror. His body abruptly shrank into human form, and he began fleeing into the distance.
He had never imagined that Xiao Yan would give him no chance at all and insist on taking his life. Terror overwhelmed him, along with boundless regret.
Had he not opened his mouth to provoke him, perhaps his only enemy in the end would have been Yao Ming. Instead, his foul mouth had brought him an enemy he could never hope to resist.
The consequences of offending Xiao Yan were simply far more terrifying than those of offending Yao Xiaotian.
"Emperor's Son Xiao Yan, everything can be negotiated! My mouth was out of line. Please spare my life!"
Yao Xiaotian pleaded as he fled, but Xiao Yan paid him no heed. He was merely an insignificant Dou Sheng; killing him was no great matter. The magic core inside him interested Xiao Yan far more.
Xiao Yan's figure flickered, catching up to Yao Xiaotian in no time with every movement and leaving him no way to escape. Every attack made Yao Xiaotian's injuries worse.
"Xiao Yan, don't push me!"
As Xiao Yan's attacks grew increasingly fierce, Yao Xiaotian finally could not hold back a roar. Fear of Xiao Yan had already taken root in his heart. With his opponent's strength, if he insisted on killing him, Yao Xiaotian was surely doomed.
Unless he committed the entire strength of the Nine Netherworld Python Clan, he had no hope of surviving. Even then, they might not be able to keep Xiao Yan here.
If Xiao Yan escaped, he would surely return to the Xiao Clan to summon reinforcements and bring back even stronger Dou Sheng experts. Even if they managed