Fight Break: Family Ancestor Xuan Emperor Xiao Xuan

Chapter 178 The Fear of Being Dominated by the Xiao Clan
Looking at the twelve standing figures in the sky, the first generation was shocked at first, but there was a hint of joy in his eyes.

The strength of the Xiao clan is stronger than she imagined, but the stronger the Xiao clan, the more benefits for this generation of Medusa.

At the same time, she also had a clearer understanding of Xiao Yan's position in the Xiao Clan.

Just to get revenge on a one-star Fighting Saint, he sent twelve Fighting Saints over with one phone call. I really don't know how much energy this kid has.

The twelve fighting saints, in an ordinary ancient family, I am afraid that they are close to all the cutting-edge combat power.

But looking at this appearance, it seems that these twelve people are just the tip of the iceberg to the Xiao Clan.

As for the three of Yue Mei, their faces were not shocked at this moment, but confused.

In a place like the Northwest Continent, a Dou Zun is a top powerhouse, and Dou Sheng is even a legendary figure, which is simply beyond their imagination.

However, at this moment, there are twelve powerful fighters appearing in front of them. Such a scene is simply a dream for them.

I didn't even dare to dream about it, but it just appeared in front of me in such a realistic way.

Only now did they realize how terrifying the power behind Xiao Yan was.

And Xiao Yan looked at the twelve fighting saints in front of him, and he was also quite emotional.

The so-called Golden Twelve Saints is a brigade composed of twelve young Fighting Saints among the Xiao Clan.

The strongest among these twelve fighters is at the level of a five-star fighter, but they all have one common characteristic, that is, they are young.

Even the oldest five-star fighter is not more than five hundred years old. These twelve fighters are all people who have the potential to challenge the seven-star fighter.

Xiao Yan's grandfather, Xiao Lin, is the youngest and weakest of the Golden Twelve Saints, but an 80-year-old Fighting Saint, if placed in the Yao Clan and the Stone Clan, he would be the candidate for the head of the clan.

"Grandson, tell grandpa, who's not good-looking has offended you."

Xiao Lin spoke slowly.

"Grandpa, seniors, it's this guy. It's nothing more than this guy who wants to compete with me for the inheritance, but he even has murderous intentions towards me."

Xiao Yan pointed his finger in the void, and a mirror image appeared on the void, above which was the phantom of the purple sky demon python Zi Ran.

Looking at Xiao Yan's handwriting, Xiao Lin's face showed a gleam of joy.

"You kid is already a three-star Douzong?"

"It's nothing more than a three-star Douzong, I still need to make progress with humility."

Xiao Yan said modestly, but there was a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Okay, you don't want to get cheap and act like a good boy."

Seeing Xiao Yan's appearance, Xiao Lin rolled his eyes and kicked Xiao Yan's ass.

I still don't know what kind of virtue my grandson is.

However, Xiao Lin treated Xiao Yan so casually, but the other eleven saints showed emotion on their faces.

Xiao Yan's real age now seems to have just reached 16 years old.

At the age of 16, he reached the three-star Douzong, and this talent is also among the top three in the thousand-year history of the Xiao Clan.

These people still have a lot of room for improvement after they become Dou Sages. When they were young, they were all talented people, but when they reached the realm of Dou Zong, most of them were in their early twenties.

"It's no wonder that he was named emperor by the clan ancestors. This kind of practice speed is indeed the same as or even faster than the previous two emperors."

Thinking this way in my heart, these eleven saints dare not have the slightest contempt for Xiao Yan.

"Hehe, emperor, just tell me what to do."

The five-star Dou Sheng at the head looked at Xiao Yan with a smile.

The ten fighting saints behind him also nodded.

"How to do?"

The corner of Xiao Yan's mouth twitched into a sneer.

"Naturally find him out and let him know what role he is."

Hearing this, smiles appeared on the faces of these fighting saints.

This young emperor is domineering, but shouldn't the Xiao clan be more domineering?

"Next, I will ask all the seniors to help find this guy." Xiao Yan cupped his hands towards these fighting saints.

"The emperor is the highest-ranking figure in our clan, why should he be so polite to us?"

A Fighting Saint laughed and said, but Xiao Yan's politeness was very useful.

No matter how talented the opponent is, he is still a fighting sect after all. Although it may not take a hundred years to surpass them, at least they have not yet reached the level of awe.

Originally thought that this boy would be very arrogant at a young age, but he didn't expect that he would behave like this.

"Emperor, don't worry, my Xiao Clan has indeed kept a low profile for too long, and even dared to provoke a small one-star Dou Sheng. Today, I have to frighten this group of miscellaneous fish."

A burly three-star Dou Sheng said domineeringly.

"Dare to bully my grandson, let him know how he died today." Xiao Lin also snorted coldly, he is a person who protects his weaknesses.

Soon, these twelve fighting saints turned into streaks of light and flew out in all directions.

At this moment, the Northwest Continent fell into the fear of being dominated by the Xiao Clan.

These twelve fighting saints didn't have the slightest low-key thoughts, and each of them directly spread their breath and mobilized the vast soul power to start a carpet-like search in the Northwest Continent.

And these twelve terrifying breaths caused the entire Northwest Continent to tremble.

"Oh my God, what a terrifying existence that is. Just feeling his breath makes me tremble all over, like an ant facing a giant dragon."

"How do I know, but the owner of this breath is definitely a peak powerhouse, a powerful existence that we may not be able to see in our daily life or even in our lifetime."

A day later, another breath swept past.

"Why did this strong man come back again, no, this breath is not the one from yesterday.

My God, what happened in this world, how could there be so many powerful auras suddenly. "

Many sect empires in the Northwest Continent have been extremely panicked these two days, especially some Dou Zun powerhouses.

They were at the peak in the Northwest Continent on weekdays, but they had been checked back and forth by several Fighting Saints in the past two days. Seeing so many Fighting Saints suddenly made their hearts almost collapse.

And when they asked about the identities of these fighting saints, they all got a unified reply.

"Xiao Clan!"

The sweeping search of the Golden Twelve Saints not only caused countless forces to fall into fear, but even the Dou Sheng who had been sleeping in seclusion in the Northwest Continent was alarmed.

"Who the hell are you guys? They're wandering around above my head every three days, and they don't let anyone sleep!"

A deep roar shattered the space, and one could see the black god Xuanwu who had been sleeping for thousands of years, staring coldly at the Dou Sheng of Xiao Clan in front of him.

This Xuanwu's cultivation has reached the Seven Star Fighting Saint, and he is the most terrifying cultivation among the hidden Fighting Saints in the Northwest Continent.

Facing this Seven Star Fighting Saint, even the Xiao Clan Fighting Saint broke into a cold sweat.

"Senior, we are members of the Xiao Clan. We wanted to find someone here, but we didn't expect to disturb you."

"Xiao Clan?" Black God Xuanwu's huge pupils rolled.

"Thousands of years ago, another Dou Di powerhouse appeared on the continent. That person seems to belong to your Xiao clan?"

"That's right, that person is the ancestor of my family."

"So that's the case, then you can continue to investigate, it doesn't matter if I sleep less."

"Thank you senior!"

(End of this chapter)