As Xiao Yan suddenly appeared from within the Yao Sheng space, the purple-robed young man's face showed a flicker of surprise.
"Dou Zong?" His voice carried faint doubt, but even more astonishment.
Because the young man before him was far too young. With his Dou Sheng cultivation, he could easily sense the other's true age.
The result—this boy was truly only sixteen years old.
Such a young Dou Zong... even for someone at the Dou Sheng level, it was enough to be shocking.
However, no matter how young or talented Xiao Yan was, he was ultimately just a Dou Zong. Before a Dou Sheng, he was still nothing but an ant.
Ignoring Xiao Yan's gaze, the purple-robed youth's eyes swept toward Wen Sheng and Wu Sheng, carrying a trace of threat.
"You two, leave now, and I can overlook today's matter. This inheritance belongs solely to the serpent race's magical beasts.
You humans have no chance of obtaining it. Why make enemies of me for something that isn't yours?"
Seeing the man's arrogant posture, Xiao Wen only shook his head indifferently and turned his gaze toward Xiao Yan.
"Whether we leave or not isn't up to me—it depends on our young master."
Hearing this, the purple-robed youth's expression changed from surprise to shock.
He was well aware of the strength of these two old men—both were half-saint-level experts. In the entire Northwestern Continent, they were rare as phoenix feathers.
Yet now, these two half-saints were acting as bodyguards for a mere teenager. That could only mean one thing—this boy was likely a core descendant of some ancient clan.
And in those ancient clans, there were often over a dozen Dou Sheng powerhouses—some far stronger than himself.
Realizing that, he immediately dismissed the thought of killing the boy.
"My young friend, what do you say?" He asked politely now, his tone softened.
Xiao Yan glanced back at the inheritance space, then turned and shook his head slightly at the purple-robed man.
Seeing this simple gesture, the youth's face darkened.
A mere Dou Zong dared to shake his head at him?
"Judging from your demeanor, you must be a core member of some ancient clan.
I wonder—where are you from, young friend?"
Suppressing his anger, the man decided to clarify first.
Facing the question, Xiao Yan spoke lightly, "Central Plains—Xiao Clan."
"Central Plains Xiao Clan?" The purple-robed man's expression froze instantly.
At the Dou Sheng level, how could he not know of the Xiao Clan—a colossal existence that stood at the peak of the continent?
A thousand years ago, that clan had produced a Dou Di!
As a mere mid-stage one-star Dou Sheng, he was utterly insignificant before such a power.
Even so, despite the terrifying background, his desire for the Yao Sheng inheritance could not be suppressed.
At this realm, every step forward was unimaginably difficult.
There was no way he would give up this chance.
Still, he didn't want to provoke the Xiao Clan.
"My young friend, if you're willing to relinquish this Yao Sheng inheritance, I can offer you a Heavenly-rank Dou Technique, and three magic cores from eighth-tier magical beasts. What do you say?"
The purple-robed youth spoke slowly.
Even Xiao Yan raised an eyebrow at his words, but in the end, he only shook his head slightly.
"Apologies. Though this inheritance isn't of great use to me, I still can't hand it over."
Hearing that, the man's face turned completely dark.
"I, Zi Ran, have roamed the Northwestern Continent for thousands of years and have never spoken to anyone so politely. Yet you dare refuse me? In that case, don't blame me for being rude!"
As he spoke, he prepared to act—but just then, a seven-colored streak of light shot out from the inheritance space, finally forming the hunched figure of an elderly woman.
"Xiao Yan, take this. From now on, this child will be entrusted to your care."
The First Generation Medusa handed Xiao Yan a seven-colored glow, which turned out to contain a tiny, slumbering seven-colored snake.
But the moment the little snake landed in Xiao Yan's hands, the First Generation suddenly sensed an immense aura.
When she raised her head and saw the purple-robed youth, the smile on her wrinkled face vanished instantly—replaced by killing intent.
"Zi Ran… I can't believe that after thousands of years, you're still alive?"
At the sight of her, Zi Ran's eyes also flickered with astonishment before a mocking grin curved on his lips.
"Cai Yu, thousands of years have passed, and you too are still among the living.
But to think the once dazzling beauty has turned into such a decrepit old hag. Hah! In the past, you ignored me completely, and now, you hold no value in my eyes."
"Hmph, traitorous disciple—how dare you bark here like a dog? You were the first to flee the battle. Do you feel no shame before my father's spirit?"
The First Generation Medusa—Cai Yu—glared coldly at Zi Ran.
Only now did Xiao Yan and the others realize that this purple-robed youth was a disciple of the Seven-Colored Yao Sheng!
But, like the Youming Moshe back then, this one had also deserted in battle.
"Heh." Zi Ran's lips twisted into a cold smile.
"Your Seven-Colored clan was far too stubborn. Our master, a dignified five-star Dou Sheng, had the power to roam freely across the world. Yet, for the sake of some so-called ancestral honor, he chose to fight those terrifying fallen races to the death.
Your clan was arrogant—but why should we, his followers, be dragged to die with him?"
"Look at this endless sea of bones! They clung to their so-called beliefs—and what came of it? Even someone as mighty as him still turned to bones in the end!"
"I alone survived to the last. I broke through to the Saint realm. I am the true successor!"
Zi Ran's face twisted with madness as he laughed.
Even Cai Yu's face showed deep sorrow at his words.
"I don't want to waste words today. This inheritance—I will have it!"
Zi Ran sneered, his gaze shifting between Xiao Yan and Cai Yu. Their intentions were obvious—to prevent him from claiming the inheritance.
"If you dare seize it by force, I, the Young Master of the Xiao Clan, won't let you go." Xiao Yan's eyes narrowed, his voice cold.
"Hahaha! Boy, so what if you're the young master of a great clan? So what if you have half-saint protectors? In the face of absolute power, everything else is nonsense!
To stop a powerhouse from gaining strength is to court death. Block me, and I'll kill you too!"
He let out a cold laugh.
And then—his body blurred, transforming into a massive purple serpent, stretching thousands of meters long.
It was the ancient variant beast—Zi Tian Mo Mang!
Seeing that colossal, terrifying serpent, Xiao Yan's expression grew grim, his fists clenched tight.
It had been a long time since he had been threatened like this… yet the creature's words rang true, awakening a long-lost sense of powerlessness within him.
Before a Dou Sheng… all resistance was meaningless.
"Today, whoever blocks me—dies!"
The purple serpent's roar shook the heavens.
But in the next moment, from the endless sea of bones, another gigantic white-bone serpent leapt into the air!
"If you want to die, then try me!"
Cai Yu's cold voice echoed through the sky.
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