"S-startled?" Zhi Bai stared blankly at Xiao Yan, seemingly wanting to open his mouth and say something to express his feelings.
But after glancing at the seven Dou Sheng Experts around him, he chose to swallow those words.
Looking at Xiao Yan before him, he simply did not know what to say.
He could never have imagined that Xiao Yan, who had seemed so ordinary at his side in the past, was someone before whom even Dou Sheng Experts bowed. He could not have dreamed of such a figure before.
Yet reality could sometimes be so fantastical and bizarre. In the blink of an eye, the friend who had once drunk and shot the breeze with him had become a peerless expert whom even Dou Sheng Experts had to treat with utmost respect.
The seven Dou Sheng beside Zhi Bai, however, were nothing like Xiao Yan; shock filled their eyes. The Xiao Clan's Dou Sheng in particular knew the Battle Demon Race Demon Saint's strength best, and understood that he had likely reached at least the strength of a Seven-Star Dou Saint.
Yet the Emperor's Son had slain him outright.
"Your Highness, just how powerful was that Demon Saint...?"
The Xiao Clan's Dou Sheng could not help asking.
"Heh."
Xiao Yan smiled faintly. "From this day onward, only one Eight-Star Demon Saint remains on the Dou Qi Continent."
The instant those words left his mouth, the expressions of all seven Dou Sheng present turned to stone as they stared at Xiao Yan, dumbfounded.
How could they fail to understand what Xiao Yan meant? The Demon Saint who had ambushed them earlier had actually been an Eight-Star Demon Saint.
Such a being could absolutely have wiped them all out with a single blow.
Cold sweat broke out over these Dou Sheng