The resounding, commanding laughter surged forth like a thunderclap from the heavens, sweeping across the sky. The sheer strength of dragon aura embedded within the laughter caused the qi in many beings' bodies to momentarily stagnate. "The Primordial Void Dragon!" Huan Xuan and the others stared in awe at the robust figure stepping forth from the rift in space. A deep sense of fear welled up within them. Though the celestial phoenix clan and the Primordial Void Dragon were both among the elite in the realm of beasts, they knew all along that the true sovereign of the beast world had always been the Primordial Void Dragon. Even after years of patient restraint, the celestial phoenix clan dared not make a single move. Indeed, in ancient times, even their ancestral line—the Celestial Phoenix Clan—had struggled to contain the Primordial Void Dragon, let alone their descendants? Facing the youthful, ancient void dragon, Xuanguan and the other two could still hold their ground. But before the truly mature ancient void dragon, that composure vanished faster than anything else. They exchanged swift glances, their inner ki surging violently, striving to break free from the immobilizing space, and flashed into motion, intent on retreating. "With that single palm, Huangxuan and the other two instantly expelled great bursts of blood, their bodies hurling backward as though struck by a powerful blow. They landed hard in the midst of the astonished gaze of numerous strong warriors from the Tianyao Huang Clan, the force so immense that it gouged three massive craters into the otherwise unyielding plaza. 'Whoa...' Everyone gasped sharply, their breaths catching as they stared at Huangxuan and the two companions lying in the deep craters, covered in blood. Even Feng Qing'er and the others were drenched in sweat, their faces pale with awe—three powerful warriors each at the five-star Battle Sovereign level, who had never before been able to withstand even a single palm strike from the ancient, ethereal Dragon?" In the sky, Xiao Yan and his companions were left speechless, exchanging glances with one another, then turning their eyes to the sturdy silhouette standing beside Zǐ Yán, their hearts filled with awe. This was indeed the power of a mature-stage Ancient Void Dragon—remarkably formidable. As Xiao Yan had speculated, this Ancient Void Dragon must have reached at least the level of a Seven- or Eight-Star Domain Master, otherwise he would not have been able to effortlessly overpower Huang Xuan's trio, leaving them with no chance to defend themselves. Master Ice River's thoughts raced swiftly within him, yet deep down, a profound sense of apprehension quietly stirred toward Xiao Yan. "Who else dares to challenge us?" The robust figure stood calmly in the sky, arms folded, his incomparable aura spreading out, so potent that not a single person on the plaza dared to speak. "I presume you are a senior from the Ancient Void Dragon lineage, yet here you are, showing off to these younger members of the Heavenly Phoenix Clan—this isn't exactly impressive." The white-haired man, accustomed to his own lofty demeanor, felt a quiet indignation rise when he saw so many of his peers from the Heavenly Phoenix Clan silenced by a single remark. He spoke with a firm tone. "How dare you speak to me like this, Heavenly Phoenix Clan? Those three ordinary birds you sent earlier did precisely the same thing." "On the void, the burly man in a simple leather coat lowered his head, gazing down at the white-haired man, and then said, 'If you don't want to take punches, just go on over there and stay out of my way. Stop yakking on about things—these ragged, feathered birds have always grated on me. This Dragon-Phoenix Primordial Fruit? Is it really something you can lay hands on?' The man used 'old man' constantly, radiating a fierce, rough edge. Many listeners found their faces twitching with discomfort. From his words, they clearly understood: when speaking to him, they didn't need to be reasonable—they needed to be strong. If their strength wasn't there, they should simply pack up and leave. The white-haired man's face turned from pale to ashen, his fists clenched tightly, yet he dared not say another word. With the man's strength, even a single punch could easily finish him off." "Phew…" On the plaza, the three members of the Huang Xuan group finally managed to scramble out of the deep pit, wiping the blood from their faces and exchanging glances—each of them looked weary and defeated. It seemed clear now that the Dragon-Phoenix Primordial Fruit was truly out of reach. Even if the Heavenly Fiend Phoenix Clan could send another strong contender to match this one, once the Ancient Void Dragon Clan had taken notice of the Fruit, they would absolutely prevent the Heavenly Fiend Phoenix Clan from securing it. The tall man, who called himself Black Uncle, narrowed his eyes and once again raised his palm the size of a bamboo fan, giving the old ghost of Star-Plucking a solid, forceful slap from a distance. As the palm swept out, the group of Xiao Yan and his companions sensed an unusual ripple spreading through the space—this ripple transmitted the powerful force of the man almost instantly. "It's said that the Tai-Xu Ancient Dragon Clan has a natural talent for traversing void spaces; I suppose they must be unparalleled in their mastery of spatial energy," Xiao Yan murmured to himself. Seeing the man act immediately upon deciding to move, the old ghost of Star-Plucking grew visibly displeased, quickly surging his qi to form a protective barrier around his body. "Boom!" A terrifying force instantly merged with the space, then poured entirely upon the body of the Star-Plucking Elder. His face immediately flushed crimson, and he could no longer suppress a gush of blood that sprayed forth. His form, meanwhile, wavered and stumbled backward several dozen meters in the air before finally settling. "Get out of here! Until these people have earned the right to move, you're still nothing!" The large man, having sent the Elder flying, spoke with a cold, sharp tone. The Star-Plucking Elder wiped blood from his mouth, clenched his fists, and glared with cold resentment and unyielding determination. Yet under the sheer force of the man's power, he knew that further words would only invite more blows. With the help of the Primordial Void Dragon today, he could only watch helplessly as the bones of the Divinity Saint-level warriors on Xiao Yan's body remained untouched. As the square fell utterly silent, Xiao Yan and his companions exchanged glances, then smiled wryly. This was the absolute dominance of power—before true strength, nothing else mattered. "Well, that's quite decent... this time, I won't bother to report you." Seeing this, Zi Yan nodded with satisfaction, speaking with a generous air. Upon hearing the word "reporting," the tall man looked utterly speechless, his face full of frustration—clearly having suffered his fair share of setbacks. "Hmph. This time you just managed to escape because you were quick. But if the Dragon-Phoenix Primordial Fruit had encountered any mishap, it wouldn't be enough to simply send you to detention..." Zi Yan pursed her lips, giving a light sniff. "Heh... Heh..." The man who had introduced himself as Black Uncle nodded slightly, chuckling. He naturally understood the importance of the Dragon-Phoenix Primordial Fruit; if it fell into the hands of the Celestial Phoenix Clan, the elders there would certainly not let him off easy. "Here, this is Black Qing, a member of the Tai Xu Ancient Dragon Clan. They're all my friends." Zi Yan turned to smile at Xiao Yan and the others, with the last sentence clearly addressed to the man named Black Qing. "Xiao Yan bows to Senior Black Qing." Xiao Yan bowed respectfully. He knew that although this man looked relatively young, he must indeed be a true elder of countless years, a genuine ancient monster. "Oh... you're the Xiao Yan, yes? A descendant of Xiao Xuan. I didn't expect the Xiao family to still produce such talents today—no wonder they were once one of the Eight Ancient Clans! But unfortunately, the bloodline seems to have been abandoned." Black Qing glanced at Xiao Yan and smiled, the last sentence being only audible to himself. "Xiao Xuan? The Eight Ancient Clans?" Xiao Yan was momentarily startled. He had heard of the former—Xiao Xuan, the most outstanding ancestor of the Xiao family—but the latter was entirely unfamiliar. "When I first met Xiao Xuan, I was about the same age as Zi Yan." "Black Qing smiled, patting Zǐ Yán on the head. Yet he didn't answer the question at the back. Shifting his tone, he waved his hand and said, 'Enough talk. Let's go. I'll take you all out of here first, so these restless ones don't start fussing again.' Though puzzled, Xiao Yan nodded without further words. Seeing this, Black Qing casually waved his hand, and a crack appeared in the otherwise empty space before him. Under the watchful eyes of everyone present, he stepped first into the rift. After a moment's hesitation, Xiao Yan and the others followed suit. As the last person entered the crack, Black Qing's sharp command echoed loudly from within, resonating clearly throughout the ears of all the Tian Yao Huang clan members." "Hmph. The Heavens' Phoenix Clan—going forward, you'd better tone it down. Don't think for a moment that the ancient Void Dragon Clan has vanished entirely. Even our own ancient Heavens' Phoenix lineage isn't afraid, let alone you, the descendants who rely on the Phoenix bloodline!" Hearing this sharply worded threat, the faces of Huang Xuan and the others grew notably stern.