Fighting Soul Clan Demoness

Chapter 803 No Way Out, Hundreds of Saints as Enemies! (First Update!)

Upon hearing the words "Dean," Mang Tianchi was stunned for a moment, his jaw almost hitting the ground. He couldn't help but cry out in surprise.

"It was you, you little bastard?!"

The old man's outburst immediately drew the attention of countless people on the field. Even Yang Hao and his companion, who had been wearing sneers, couldn't help but show a hint of confusion in their eyes.

Could it be that this old guy has some grudge against Xiao Yan?
Xiao Yan's smile froze slightly, and he shook his head helplessly, sighing, "Dean, I was once a graduate of Canaan Academy. Even if you've been a hands-off manager for so many years, surely you haven't heard a single word about it?"

"Is it really you?"

Mang Tianchi stared blankly for a long while before finally recovering, staring dumbfounded at the young man before him: "Damn it, that brat Su Qian really dares to recruit just anyone into the academy."

Long before Canaan Academy was rebuilt, he had received messages from Su Qian and the two elders Qianbai, and thus learned about Xiao Yan and Hun Ruoruo's deeds.

Destroying Han Feng, the Soul-Slaying Hall, and the Heart-Suppressing Flame—each of these achievements is enough to make those old monsters of the Black Corner Region ashamed.

These two little guys, at the age of less than twenty, accomplished this remarkable feat!
Such terrifying talent and cultivation level made even Mang Tianchi, an elder of the Lei Clan and a dignified half-saint, somewhat doubt the veracity of Su Qian and the others' words.

However, when he learned that Xiao Yan was the young patriarch of the Xiao clan, his tightly furrowed brows suddenly relaxed, as if everything made sense again.

The Xiao clan, ah, no wonder.

"Fortunately, it's just a member of the Xiao clan."

Mang Tianchi clutched his chest, letting out a sigh of relief as if he had escaped a calamity, and muttered to himself, "If there were other races involved, my heart might not have been able to take it."

Although Canaan Academy claims to teach all without discrimination, teaching the young patriarchs of the eight clans to cultivate is still a bit too advanced for him.

Thinking of this, Mang Tianchi's previous probing intent vanished completely, and his old face was full of kindness, as if he had become a different person. He said with a smile, "I wondered who it was. It was you, kid. Last time we met, I had urgent business to attend to, so I didn't recognize your identity and almost made a misunderstanding."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Yan's lips twitched slightly.

This old fellow really knows how to save face; I wonder who it was that immediately turned tail and ran for their life upon seeing the Soul Clan members.
However, despite saying this, he did not expose the other party's intention. He simply smiled, cupped his hands, and said, "Dean, your holy might is unparalleled. With my cultivation level, it is naturally difficult for me to keep up with your pace."

"Hahaha! Good lad, don't underestimate yourself. As the saying goes, cultivation knows no time. Although I am much older than you, with your talent, you may very well surpass me in the future!"

Hearing Xiao Yan's praise, Mang Tianchi remained unfazed, patting his chest with an air of magnanimity and laughing loudly, "Don't worry, since you're a student of Canaan Academy, and one who has caught my eye, I'll protect you if anything happens in the future!"

"Thank you, Elder Mang!" Upon hearing this, Mo Yu's eyes lit up, and he quickly bowed to express his gratitude.

"It's nothing, it's nothing."

Mang Tianchi waved his hand and chuckled strangely, "Those old bastards and young bastards from the ancient clans are taking advantage of the Xiao clan's decline to deliberately make things difficult for you, a junior. My Lei clan is unwilling to associate with them."

Upon hearing this, Yang Hao's face turned pale, and even the usually composed Fifth Commander couldn't help but bulge the veins on his neck.

"Old Master Mang, this is not your Lei Clan!"

He strode forward abruptly, his face extremely grim, but he dared not show the slightest disrespect, and could only coldly shout.

Originally, the Five Commanders believed that Xiao Yan's encounter with the notoriously volatile and unruly Lei Clan, even if it didn't lead to much conflict, would at least force him to demonstrate his strength.

In this way, the other party's feigned composure will naturally crumble without a fight.

But to his utter surprise, even the eccentric half-saint Mang Tianchi of the Lei Clan had a close connection with Xiao Yan. Not only did they not have any conflict, but he also openly declared that he would protect him.
They even started cursing the ancient tribe together!

How could the Fifth Commander tolerate this?
He took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "You should know that this is the coming-of-age ceremony of our ancient clan. Even the clan leader attaches great importance to it. Even if you are an elder of the Lei clan, if you speak disrespectfully, the ancient clan has the right to expel you from the territory!"

This time, the five commanders no longer referred to themselves as "the ancient clan," but instead changed their address to "ancient clan," clearly with the intention of intimidation.

Mang Tianchi raised an eyebrow, seemingly unconcerned. His gaze shifted to the distant stands, and he chuckled sarcastically, "Ling Feng, you brat, decades have passed, and you've grown increasingly arrogant. Even a junior under your command dares to yell at this old man!" "You!"

The five commanders' expressions changed.

Just as they were about to say something, they saw ripples suddenly appear in the space above the distant platform, which then transformed into a man in a magnificent robe standing in front of them.

The man had a cold expression and deep, piercing eyes. He had a Black Annihilation Army mark on his chest, and his appearance bore a striking resemblance to Ling Quan.

Upon seeing the newcomer, Xiao Yan's pupils contracted slightly, then a look of understanding appeared on his face, and the corners of his mouth suddenly turned up.

"No wonder," he muttered to himself.

Upon appearing in the arena, the middle-aged man known as 'Lingfeng' first frowned and glanced at Mang Tianchi, then sighed softly and waved his hand, saying, "Xing Xuan, step down."

Upon hearing this, the Fifth Commander did not hesitate. He bowed respectfully to Ling Feng and then quickly led Yang Hao to the sidelines.

"You old monster, you really are still as outspoken as ever."

After driving away Yang Hao and his companion, Ling Feng withdrew his hand from his sleeve. His eyes, which shimmered with ancient traces, kept shifting as he finally said indifferently, "For the sake of our past friendship, I, as an elder, can give you face. But I must remind you that this matter concerns the honor of my ancient clan. I advise you not to participate in the coming-of-age ceremony."

"Is this what the old monster Tongxuan means?" Mang Tianchi narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Heh," Ling Feng suddenly chuckled, his expression calm. "It's not just the Transcendent Saint; this is also that person's intention."

Having said that, without caring about Mang Tianchi's expression, Ling Feng took a step forward and entered the central grandstand where the ceremony was being held.

From beginning to end, he never even glanced at Xiao Yan.

Faced with this dismissive attitude, Xiao Yan didn't pay much attention. Instead, he was quite interested in another part of what the other person said.

"May I ask, Dean, who is that person?"

Upon hearing this, Mang Tianchi's eyes flickered, but a rare look of solemnity flashed across his face as he slowly uttered a name.

"The current president of the Ancient Clan Elders Association."

"Guild Master?" Xiao Yan glanced sideways. "I wonder how the Guild Master's strength compares to that of the Clan Chief?"

Mang Tianchi shook his head, his voice low: "In terms of strength, among the ancient clans, the clan leader Gu Yuan is naturally the strongest. But you should know that for such a behemoth, authority is also of great importance."

Xiao Yan frowned slightly: "You mean, in this ancient clan, the elders have more authority than the clan leader?"

He simply couldn't understand how an ancient clan leader who had reached the pinnacle of the world and possessed strength comparable to Ruoruo's father would entrust power to a clan elders' council leader whose strength was far inferior to his own, and even let him have his way.

Mang Tianchi sighed: "After merging with Xiao Realm, the territory of the ancient clan is more than twice the size of that of ordinary ancient races. To manage this almost endless population, a force with absolute authority is needed. Thus, the complex clan council we see today came into being."

"It's not just those junior members of the Black Annihilation Army who are targeting you; even the entire Black Annihilation Army, as well as Ling Feng who came from the Black Annihilation Army, and even the Tongxuan Old Monster. They all belong to the Clan Elders Council."

Under Xiao Yan's increasingly cold gaze, Mang Tianchi's expression was stern, and he spoke in a low voice, enunciating each word clearly:
"In other words, the ancient clan has a total of 108 open saints. If they become enemies with the clan elders, then nearly a hundred of them will regard you as their enemy."

Upon hearing this, not only Xiao Yan, who was at the center of the conversation, but even Mo Yu, who was standing next to him, couldn't help but tremble slightly, and even became a little weak, which was rare for him.

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He knew that this had nothing to do with courage, but rather stemmed from a biological instinct, the most genuine and unspeakable fear.

The source of this fear is the endless abyss known as the 'Ancient Race'.

There is no way out in any direction; all saints are my enemies!
As usual, there will be three updates today. The first update will be posted a little earlier, and the remaining two chapters will be posted together as soon as possible to avoid updating too late.
(End of this chapter)