"This fellow..." Xiao Yan's provocative words made even these experts, who had dominated the Black-Corner Region for years, twitch with irritation. Although his earlier swing of the ruler had thoroughly intimidated them, everyone Han Feng had invited was a formidable figure in the Black-Corner Region. How could they be scared off so easily by Xiao Yan?
Besides, they knew full well that, terrifying as Xiao Yan's strike had been, he had only achieved it by unleashing an earth tier Dou Technique. With his strength, he presumably could not launch such an attack many times. Moreover, if they joined forces, even a Peak Dou Emperor would struggle to withstand them, let alone a mere Two-Star Dou Emperor.
"Arrogant brat, let me see what you're made of!" While the others were weighing their options, a blood-red figure suddenly shot forward. It was Fan Lao, Sect Master of the Blood Sect. His speed ranked among the best of the Dou Emperors present, and in just a few breaths, he appeared before Xiao Yan.
Fan Lao clenched his hand, and a Blood Spear formed from fresh blood eerily materialized, thrusting swiftly toward Xiao Yan's head. As Fan Lao attacked, the several Dou Wangs following him immediately lunged toward Zi Yan and the others below. In their eyes, even if Fan Lao could not defeat Xiao Yan, holding him back for a while would be easy, and that would give them enough time to seize the heavenly flames.
The Blood Spear moved at extraordinary speed, piercing Xiao Yan's body in almost the blink of an eye. Yet, to Fan Lao's surprise, not a single drop of blood flowed from Xiao Yan despite the direct hit. Then Xiao Yan's body eerily dissipated before his eyes...
An afterimage? Fan Lao's heart jolted. He had never imagined that