Black Qing stared at the slender figure appearing beside him with utter astonishment, his eyelids fluttering wildly as he witnessed the latter's palm gently pressed against the red-faced elder's forehead—his eyes wide with disbelief. "Who are you? I am Fire Battle Elder of Beidong Island!" The red-faced elder's body had now completely frozen, motionless, as he sensed the immense power emanating from the palm resting upon his forehead. He knew clearly that even a slight tremor from that hand would cause his head to burst into a spray of blood and mist in an instant. "How has this strange creature materialized out of nowhere? Why have I not sensed any approach at all?" His gaze flickered uncertainly, his expression rapidly shifting. "Release your hand," Xiao Yan said, glancing at him calmly. Hearing this, the elder with a red face slightly frowned, his eyes darting rapidly, and said, "I'll count to three. Together, we'll release them. How does that sound?" "Xiao Yan! Kill him! He's a half-Saint powerhouse from the Northern Dragon Island—his status is far higher than mine. One life for one life—worthy!" Black Qing, his face turning purple, shouted softly. The elder with a red face narrowed his eyes, already feeling the urge to crush Black Qing's head with a single grip, but recalling the mysterious figure still unmet beside him, he restrained his fury and said calmly, "What do you think, sir?" "Agreed," Xiao Yan smiled. "Excellent! One, two, three!" The elder was delighted. The numbers swiftly spilled from his lips, and as the final digit fell, he felt the cool palm on his forehead gently shift away. He immediately released Black Qing and launched himself backward with lightning speed. "Esteemed guest, could you tell me your name and origin?" This matter concerns my family, the ancient dragon lineage of Tai Xu. I kindly ask you not to intervene. My three Dragon Kings, who reside on the three Dragon Islands, are stationed just beyond. Should they come into play, I believe it would be quite difficult for you to escape! As his body flew backward, the red-faced elder clearly observed the one who had previously intervened. Upon seeing that the latter was so young, he was momentarily stunned, then spoke solemnly. Despite his voice, Xiao Yan paid it no heed. He bent down, lifted Hei Qing, and administered a pill into his mouth, smiling and asking, "How is he?" "He's not dead yet," Hei Qing said, shaking his head with a look of regret. "You should have killed him right then. He's a half-Saint strength warrior. Eliminating him would have been like removing a piece of flesh from the northern island. Such an opportunity isn't something that comes around every day." Black Qing's tone carried a clear sense of disappointment and frustration—he viewed it as utterly worthwhile to sacrifice his life to secure a half-Saint-level powerhouse. "What's going on?" The sudden development had also caught the half-Drake elder currently engaged in combat with Zhú Lí, who immediately furrowed his brow and shouted loudly. Yet, as he spoke, his hands remained relentless; with each sweeping motion of his dragon claws, the sharp gusts of wind pushed Zhú Lí into a slightly disadvantaged position. Already wounded, the elder could not fully drive his opponent to defeat. "Something's gone wrong," said the red-faced elder known as Huǒ Zhàn, his gaze fixed tightly on Xiāo Yīn. He sensed a subtle, almost imperceptible pressure emanating from the latter, which made him unwilling to be overly casual. "Something's gone wrong," he said firmly. "Crash!" "Heard this, the senior half-drake furrowed his brow, suddenly launching a powerful palm strike that sent Cuo Li the elder staggering back several steps. His gaze shifted toward that direction, ultimately settling on Xiao Yan, his eyes narrowing as he coldly stated, 'Esteemed guest, by stepping into our affairs in this void space, you've certainly made a less than wise move.' 'Xiao Yan?' Cuo Li the elder exhaled a sigh of relief, gazing at the figure beside He Qing, surprised. Suddenly recalling something, his expression subtly shifted. With a swift movement, he materialized beside Xiao Yan and said, 'How did you arrive here? This matter isn't one you're meant to interfere with. Take He Qing and depart— I'll cover your retreat!' 'Want to leave? That won't be so easy, friend. This is your final chance!' The elder with the red face fixed his gaze on Xiao Yan, his expression growing increasingly stern. 'With only mid-level half-saint strength, you dare to challenge me like this!' Xiao Yan's brow furrowed slightly, and with a sudden step forward, his figure vanished instantly. Witnessing this, the red-faced elder's face instantly turned pale. He transformed into a streak of light and retreated swiftly, yet as soon as he began to move, a massive hand pierced through the space before him and landed squarely on his forehead. At the same time, a cold voice resonated from within the space. "Move again, and you'll die!" The red-faced elder stared in horror at the figure slowly materializing from the void before him. After a moment, his voice, strained and wavering, emerged through the gaps between his teeth: "You... you're a Battle Saint?" Not only was the red-faced elder stunned by Xiao Yan's display, but even Black Qing and Elder Zhuo Li were equally speechless, clearly still reeling from the sight. When Xiao Yan had left the Dong Long Island, he had only just reached the level of Five-Star Battle Sovereign. Yet in just a few years, he had leapt directly from Five-Star Battle Sovereign to Battle Saint? "This... he's not even worth the breath of a living being anymore..." Black Qing stared blankly, murmuring in disbelief. After years of cultivation, he had only reached the peak of the Eighth-Turned Sovereign rank, still far from the halfway mark toward the Half-Saint level. Yet here was Xiao Yan—once considered much weaker than him—who had now ascended to such a lofty rank. After completing these, Xiao Yan suddenly lifted the old man and appeared beside Hei Qing, casually tossing him to the latter and smiled, "You don't need to sacrifice your life to capture him..." Hei Qing, expression dull, received the stubborn old man who had shown no signs of giving in. In Hei Qing's eyes, this half-Saint-level powerhouse had once been unattainable—yet now, under Xiao Yan's hands, he was utterly helpless. Just within a few minutes, the once-dominant figure had dwindled down to nothing more than a dead dog. "Gurgle..." Elder Zhu Li, standing by, quietly swallowed a lump in his throat. Even at his peak, he had needed a fierce struggle to defeat this fire-warrior. But now, under Xiao Yan's command... "How exactly has this man trained? How has he achieved such mastery in just a few years? Truly, no ordinary person. Indeed, a true standout—worthy of being the friend of the Dragon Emperor." "Retreat!" At a distance, the senior half-drake elder was equally stunned by this scene. After a moment, regaining his composure, a cold sensation surged from his feet, and with a sharp cry, he made an immediate decision. The fact that the opponent could so easily capture Huo Zhan clearly indicated a true Battle Saint—someone of that caliber was simply beyond their reach. To stay would mean the same fate as Huo Zhan. As soon as the elder issued his cry, he stepped back first, flashing through several movements and reaching the far edge of the darkness. He had to swiftly report what had happened here, knowing that island-based warriors would soon come to deal with this threat. "Xiao Yan, don't let them escape," Candle Li exclaimed, equally surprised. He hadn't expected this seasoned elder to simply vanish like that. Xiao Yan nodded with a smile, yet did not move, his gaze fixed on the direction where the group had fled. After roughly two minutes, a flash of light suddenly appeared, and one after another, figures materialized and came into view before the gathered crowd—none other than the members of Yao Ming's party. Among them, each held a person, and the mid-level dragon elder who had just escaped was no exception. "Hehe, Elder, don't worry. It was my less-than-distinguished brother who originally agreed to collaborate with the three Dragon Isles. However, he has now been stripped of his position as Clan Head by me." Applying a smile, Yao Ming continued, "Currently, I have been invited by Brother Xiao Yan. Should the Eastern Dragon Isle not mind, my Clan, the Nine You Earth-Underground Python Clan, would be more than willing to lend a hand." "Oh?" Upon hearing this, Elder Zhu Li was also taken aback, his gaze shifting to Xiao Yan. Only when he saw the latter smile and nod in affirmation did a surge of joy flood his eyes. At this very moment, the Eastern Dragon Isle most needed such reinforcements. "How is the current situation of the Eastern Dragon Isle?" Xiao Yan asked. Zhuoli the Elder sighed softly, shook his head, and spoke in a low, steady tone, "It's not good at all. The three Dragon Isles have come forth with all their forces, determined to eliminate the Dragon Emperor before he truly reaches his peak. Now, the Eastern Dragon Isle is in complete chaos, and the Dragon Emperor himself is being surrounded by the combined forces of the three Dragon Kings..." Xiao Yan's face also grew serious—the situation at the Eastern Dragon Isle was worse than he had anticipated.