Fighting: Practice makes it real, start with a poisonous body.

Chapter 217 The Xiao Family, Xiao Yan, arrives as promised!

Above the ancient holy city, a fierce wind howled, and six figures hovered in the air. The might of the Battle Saints around them was as majestic as the heavens, and the clouds rolled around them, as if even heaven and earth were in awe of the aura of these six powerful figures.

Huo Yao stroked his long beard, his gaze sweeping over the solemn ancient city below, and said in a deep voice, "Will Xiao Yan and Xiao Jibai really show up? How confident are the ancient clans about this?"

Gu Yang shook his head: "Not even a fraction."

If they were in the same situation as those two, they would never choose to show themselves now; that would be tantamount to walking into a trap, which would be extremely unwise.

"Not coming?"

A cold glint flashed in Yao Wangui's eyes: "Then kill all the remaining members of the Xiao clan!"

"Please don't come..."

In the city, Xiao Xun'er's face was full of worry as she silently prayed.

She was under house arrest for a while, but now that her coming-of-age ceremony is approaching, she can finally come out.

She knew about what her family had done to Xiao Yan and Xiao Jibai, but she was powerless to interfere.

She tried to persuade her father, but to no avail.

As Xiao Xun'er's mind was in turmoil, she heard several young voices beside her. She turned her head and saw several young disciples of the ancient clan walking over.

"Xiao Jibai, Xiao Yan... This fallen Xiao clan has produced two figures who are somewhat presentable."

A man clad in black iron armor, with an eerie face and a cold, sharp smile curving his lips,

"Gu Yao, let's not even talk about Xiao Yan for now. We're probably no match for Xiao Jibai."

Gu Qingyang shook his head.

"Humph!"

Gu Yao snorted coldly, but said nothing. The name of Xiao Jibai, the successor of the Sword Emperor, was not only well-known on the continent, but also widely circulated among the imperial clans.

Several years ago, Xiao Jibai killed a fifth-level Dou Zun of the Medicine Clan, so there's no need to mention him now.

As one of the most outstanding members of the ancient clan, Gu Yao had already reached the level of an eight-star Dou Zun, and was always proud and arrogant. But no matter how arrogant he was, he still had his own self-awareness.

Xiao Jibai possessed the legacy of the Sword Emperor and was extremely senior in terms of seniority... He disdained to compare himself with Xiao Jibai!
"Xiao Jibai is a figure from a thousand years ago, so we are no match for him. But I'd like to see what kind of strength this guy named Xiao Yan has!"

Gu Yao's gaze lingered on Xiao Xun'er for a moment, a hint of resentment flashing in his eyes.

Xiao Xun'er, the apple of the clan leader's eye, is also a rare and exceptional woman in the clan, the only one with the potential to awaken a divine bloodline.

Not only was she exceptionally talented, but her appearance was also stunningly beautiful, attracting the admiration of countless peers in her clan since childhood, including the ancient demon.

But now, who among the younger generation of the ancient clans doesn't know that Miss Xun'er, whom they cherish so dearly, actually admires Xiao Yan, the good-for-nothing of the Xiao clan!

This is something they simply cannot accept!

"Brother Gu Yao is right!"

Lingquan, who was standing nearby, quickly stepped forward, bowing very low with a fawning smile on his face, but a hint of barely perceptible resentment hidden deep in his eyes.

"Xiao Yan may have some reputation on the continent, but in terms of real ability, how could he possibly be a match for Brother Gu Yao? You are the top genius of our Gu Clan this generation; crushing him would be as easy as turning your hand!"

Back then, Su Yun's sword intent destroyed his Dou Di bloodline, making Ling Quan's life in the ancient clan very difficult, and he became a real waste!

He faces ridicule and sarcasm wherever he goes, and even his former subordinates dare to trample on his dignity!
Lingquan still remembers this humiliation to this day!

He blamed Xiao Jibai and Xiao Yan for this!

He wanted revenge, to make those two taste what it's like to fall from grace and be trampled underfoot!

Gu Yao's gaze swept over Ling Quan, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes.

He had always looked down on such sycophantic people, but Lingquan had been to the Northwest Continent and had contact with Xiao Jibai and Xiao Yan, so he knew a lot of inside information.

Even the relationship between Xun'er and Xiao Yan was revealed by Ling Quan in secret. Otherwise, he would not have wanted Ling Quan by his side.

Lingquan's eyes were filled with hatred as he said, "Brother Gu Yao, neither Xiao Jibai nor Xiao Yan put our clan in their eyes. We must not let them get away!"

"That's enough, Lingquan."

Gu Qingyang, who had been silent all along, frowned, his tone stern.

"Although you have been relieved of your command, you are still a member of the Black Annihilation Army. Instead of patrolling the city, you are slacking off here and gossiping about others. What kind of behavior is that?"

Ling Quan's face froze instantly, a surge of anger rising in his chest, but he dared not lash out in front of Gu Qingyang. Gu Qingyang's strength and prestige were far beyond his ability to contend with.

He could only grit his teeth and bow, replying, "...Yes."

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—!" Just then, several powerful auras swept in from afar and landed at the edge of the ancient holy city's square.

Each of them stood tall and straight, surrounded by a powerful fighting spirit completely different from that of the ancient races. Their foreheads or brows were engraved with the unique tribal markings of their respective races.

Some patterns resembled burning flames, while others resembled swirling lightning... As the patterns flowed, they subtly exuded the oppressive aura of an ancient imperial clan, instantly attracting the attention of everyone around.

Gu Qingyang looked up and scanned the crowd.

The Yan Clan sent Huo Xuan and Huo Zhi, a brother and sister pair, with waves of fire surging around them; Lei Dong, the young patriarch of the Lei Clan, wore silver armor, lightning flashing between his brows; Shi Yi of the Shi Clan was burly and imposing, like a rock...

Finally, his gaze fell on a woman in the crowd wearing a bright green dress.

Yao Ling seemed to sense his gaze, turned her head slightly, a hint of confusion in her clear eyes, and greeted him softly, "Brother Gu Qingyang."

"Ah."

Gu Qingyang nodded, but his gaze lingered on her for a moment longer, a strange look flashing in his eyes.

This medicinal spirit is extraordinary.

Her elder brother, Yao Tian, ​​was the most dazzling genius of the Yao clan in this generation. He was a full twelve years older than them, and his cultivation had long surpassed that of his peers. If he had not died unexpectedly, he should have been the future pillar of the Yao clan.

But no one expected that after Yao Tian's tragic death in Zhongzhou, Yao Ling, who had always seemed to be relatively unknown, would suddenly have her potential unleashed.

Not only did his cultivation advance by leaps and bounds, but the Dou Di bloodline within his body also seemed to be awakened, becoming increasingly pure and rich.

The Yao Clan Chief Yao Dan was quite pleased with this and kept showing off among the Imperial Clan. Not long ago, the Yao Clan officially established Yao Ling as the young clan chief of this generation, which shows his status.

However, for some reason, Gu Qingyang always had a strange feeling that he couldn't shake off.

In the brief moment when his eyes met Yao Ling's, he clearly sensed a faint, almost imperceptible aura beneath her gentle and serene exterior...

That aura exuded a chilling danger, and concealed an indescribable eeriness that was impossible to fathom.

People of the Medicine Clan live among rare flowers, exotic herbs, spiritual plants, and elixirs year-round, and their aura is always imbued with the freshness and vitality of plants.

Even among the most flamboyant and arrogant members of the clan, the sense of prosperity stemming from the bloodline of the Medicine Emperor would not dissipate; at most, it would only add a touch more outward arrogance.

But why does the spirit of medicine faintly exude a trace of...blood and bewitching aura?

It wasn't the fleeting bloodshed left after a battle between cultivators; rather, it was more like a faint, lingering sense of gloom that had settled deep within their bloodline or aura, completely at odds with the pure and ethereal aura that the Medicine Clan should possess.

It's unbelievable...

Gu Qingyang frowned, but didn't think about it any further, assuming that he had misperceived.

"Will Xiao Jibai and Xiao Yan really come?"

Huo Xuan, dressed in a fiery red robe, patted Gu Qingyang on the shoulder, but his gaze unconsciously drifted towards the entrance of the ancient city.

"Who knows?"

Gu Qingyang shook his head.

Not only them, but also the powerful figures from the continent inside and outside the ancient city were whispering among themselves, their eyes frequently sweeping towards the six Dou Sheng in the sky and the tightly closed city gates.

The conversation inevitably revolves around the names Xiao Jibai and Xiao Yan.

Most people held a negative view, after all, from a rational point of view, the seven ancient races were simply too powerful.

Its appearance now is tantamount to throwing an egg against a rock.

It would be better to lie low and develop one's skills, considering the bigger picture, and then seek revenge when one has mastered the ultimate technique.

Very few people would consider that a spirited and passionate young man would never consider the so-called big picture.

If one were to emerge from seclusion a hundred years later, having cultivated to become invincible, it would be too late.

Time passed slowly, from midday until sunset, when the sky was tinged with orange-red hues. The discussions in the ancient city gradually subsided, just as everyone's expressions began to show signs of impatience.

A figure dressed in black suddenly appeared at the entrance of the ancient city.

"Tap, tap, tap."

The man held an ancient, large ruler in his hand, the ruler faintly glowing with fighting spirit; behind him was a purple and black flag, which moved without wind and fluttered in the wind, his posture as upright as a pine tree.

Xiao Yan said in a deep voice, "Xiao family, Xiao Yan, has come as agreed!"

A clear yet resounding voice echoed throughout the ancient city, striking everyone's ears like a thunderclap!

(End of this chapter)