"You're a Xiao Clan disciple?"
Cai Xu stared fixedly at Xiao Yan, a trace of hostility in his eyes.
He considered himself aligned with the Misty Cloud Sect and had long since regarded the Xiao Clan as a potential enemy.
Now that he knew Xiao Yan was a Xiao Clan disciple, he naturally had no friendly looks to spare.
Xiao Yan raised his head and declared proudly, "That's right!"
At Xiao Yan's admission, Cai Xu's face darkened. He looked Xiao Yan up and down. "Were you saying just now that the Misty Cloud Sect is inferior to your Xiao Clan?"
Xiao Yan gave a disdainful smile. "How could a mere Misty Cloud Sect compare to my Xiao Clan?"
Thinking of his father's identity as an Immortal Emperor reincarnation, Xiao Yan said with a hint of pride, "Our Xiao Clan Leader alone could flatten the entire Misty Cloud Sect!"
He remembered what his father had once said.
Unless a Dou Di appeared, no one on this continent was his match!
Even the legendary Dou Sheng experts were no exception!
The Misty Cloud Sect Master was merely a Dou Emperor. His father could slap him dead with a single blow!
Everyone present stared at Xiao Yan in shock upon hearing his words.
Wasn't this Xiao Clan disciple far too arrogant?
Xiao Zhan alone could flatten the Misty Cloud Sect?
Even boasting ought to have its limits!
"Boy, could your clan leader be one of those legendary Dou Zong experts?"
"Is everyone in the Xiao Clan this arrogant and conceited?"
"The Misty Cloud Sect has held sway over the Jia Ma Empire for so many years. No one has ever dared claim they could flatten the entire sect!"
"The head of the Xiao Clan may have some strength, but trying to oppose the Misty Cloud Sect would simply be courting death!"
Everyone thought Xiao Yan's words were outrageously arrogant. They pointed at him and passed judgment, expressing little confidence in the Xiao Clan.
As the sacred ground of cultivation in the Jia Ma Empire, the Misty Cloud Sect stood high above all others.
No one dared offend it.
Over the years, that belief had sunk deep roots into the minds of the empire's people.
Xiao Yan's words alone could hardly convince them. Instead, they only thought him far too arrogant.
Truly, this youngster knew neither the height of heaven nor the depth of the earth!
Cai Xu could no longer keep the anger from his face.
"How dare you insult the Misty Cloud Sect!"
With a harsh shout, Cai Xu loudly challenged Xiao Yan, his tone brimming with hostility.
Xiao Yan frowned, displeased by everyone's pointing and criticism. He said flatly, "I'm merely stating a fact. Whether you believe it is your business."
In his view, once word spread that the Misty Cloud Sect Master had lost to his father, these people would naturally understand how formidable the Xiao Clan was.
There was no need to argue with them now. More words would accomplish nothing.
But Xiao Yan's attitude pushed Cai Xu beyond his limit.
He jumped straight down from upstairs and approached Xiao Yan, saying hostilely, "Since your Xiao Clan is so formidable, you must be quite strong yourself as one of its disciples. Fight me if you've got the guts! If you lose, you must apologize to the Misty Cloud Sect!"
As he spoke, Dou Qi surged within Cai Xu, revealing his strength as a Two-Star Dou Zhe.
Xiao Yan frowned at his words, instinctively wanting to refuse.
But suddenly, his father's teachings flashed through his mind.
Only mediocrities dare not stir up trouble!
When you're out in the world, never be afraid of trouble!
As Xiao Zhan's words flashed through his mind, determination flickered in Xiao Yan's eyes. He looked at Cai Xu before him and said coldly, "Then let's fight. I, Xiao Yan, have never feared anyone!"
Who was he?
He was the son of an Immortal Emperor!
How could he back down?
If word got out, wouldn't he utterly disgrace his father?
Soon, the two stood facing each other in the street.
News of their confrontation quickly spread among the onlookers, drawing an even larger crowd.
"Who's this kid? He actually dared offend the Cai Family's young master?"
"You haven't heard? His name is Xiao Yan. He's from the Xiao Clan."
"The Xiao Clan? Is there a clan by that name in Black Rock City?"
"You don't even know the Xiao Clan? It's the one in Wutan City."
"Ah! Do you mean the Xiao Clan that killed a Dou Wang expert from the Misty Cloud Sect?"
As Xiao Yan's identity spread, the onlookers all focused on him, curious to see just what this Xiao Clan disciple could do.
Watching Xiao Yan stand casually before him, Cai Xu sneered and slowly clenched his fists. Faint Dou Qi swiftly circulated through his body, bringing wave after wave of powerful strength.
After a brief silence, Cai Xu stamped hard against the ground and charged straight at Xiao Yan, who stood close by. As he rushed forward, his hands curled slightly, the sharp nails on his ten fingers gleaming coldly.
When he was only half a meter from Xiao Yan, Cai Xu abruptly stopped. His right claw swept along a treacherous arc, striking straight for Xiao Yan's throat. "High-level Yellow Tier Dou Technique: Rending Claw Strike!"
Calmly watching the claw hurtle toward him, Xiao Yan raised his hand without haste. His slightly curled palm suddenly spread open, and a tremendous pushing force blasted forth...
Caught by that enormous, utterly unexpected force, Cai Xu's expression changed. His body recoiled as though struck by a heavy hammer, and he stumbled backward more than ten steps before finally regaining his footing in a sorry state.
"You... what Dou Technique is that?"
Rubbing his tight chest, Cai Xu's expression shifted slightly as he demanded an answer, his fierce manner masking his unease.
Xiao Yan glanced indifferently at him, then lowered his gaze to his own palm. Although the name "Fire-Blowing Palm" sounded rather unpleasant, the tremendous pushing force it produced truly satisfied him.
Seeing Xiao Yan ignore him, Cai Xu's face twitched. He gritted his teeth and charged at Xiao Yan again, seething with anger.
Xiao Yan kept his outstretched palm open. Narrowing his eyes slightly, he watched Cai Xu draw closer and closer, a cold smile slowly curving his lips.
His open right hand abruptly clenched, and a fierce suction force shot from his palm. "Mystic Tier Dou Technique: Suction Palm!"
Seeing Xiao Yan clench his hand again, Cai Xu instinctively planted his feet against the ground. Yet before any pushing force arrived, a suction force yanked him violently forward.
His body traced an arc through the air, hurtling straight toward Xiao Yan, whose lips bore an inscrutable smile.
Although the suction had pulled him off his feet, Cai Xu could not help lighting up with delight as he drew closer to Xiao Yan. He gave a sinister grin, Dou Qi rapidly gathering around his fist.
"Iron Mountain Fist!"
With a furious shout, Cai Xu clenched his fist hard. A sharp gust of force gave a low whistle as it tore through the air, then descended toward Xiao Yan's shoulder. Judging by its momentum, a direct hit would surely inflict serious damage on Xiao Yan's arm. Clearly, Cai Xu had never intended to hold back.
Iron Mountain Fist was a high-level Yellow Tier Dou Technique with considerable power. Only those at the eighth stage of Dou Qi or above qualified to learn it.
Sensing that sharp force through narrowed eyes, Xiao Yan slowly exhaled. The circulation path of the Dou Qi within him abruptly changed. Mystic Tier Dou Technique: Fire-Blowing Palm!
As the cry rang out in his mind, a savage pushing force erupted from Xiao Yan's palm once more.
Bang!
The air rippled slightly as an invisible repulsive force slammed hard into Cai Xu's hurtling body. Caught between two opposing forces, his face instantly turned deathly pale.
Pfft!
Of the two opposing forces, the pushing force ultimately gained the upper hand. After a brief deadlock, it hurled Cai Xu to the ground. He slid more than ten meters across the paving before finally coming to a slow stop, a mouthful of blood spraying miserably from his lips.
Looking at Cai Xu slumped on the ground in the distance, then glancing at the now somewhat hushed crowd, Xiao Yan slowly lowered his hand and exhaled softly. "You lost..."
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