Xiao Yan's words undoubtedly stirred a wave of astonishment on the field. Immediately thereafter, numerous Black Yen soldiers roared their approval, while the members of the Lei Clan, on the other hand, looked somewhat displeased—never before had they been treated with such disregard. "Hmph, Xiao Yan, don't let your confidence grow too great!" Lei Yun's cheerful expression vanished as he spoke. "Sometimes, mere verbal prowess isn't enough." Xiao Yan smiled gently, his demeanor remaining calm and undisturbed. He had clearly heard every word Lei Yun had said. Though he didn't particularly wish to engage in an extended exchange, he couldn't help but feel a slight displeasure at being teased about Xun'er. He also understood that to make these proud and unruly individuals fall silent, he would need to employ a more forceful approach. Lei Dong's brows were furrowed, his gaze fixed on the young man in black. A subtle sense of danger stirred within him. While others might doubt the tale of Xiao Yan defeating Hun Mie Sheng, Lei Dong knew it to be true—indeed, Hun Mie Sheng had given his very best, and had been defeated by this very figure. He had once heard the clan elder remark casually that among the rising generation of the current Qi Continent, Xiao Yan of the Xiao Clan stood as one of the very best. The tone of the elder's voice when he said this—so full of quiet admiration—had stayed with Lei Dong. To find such a figure emerging from a once-failing Xiao Clan was truly astonishing. Lei Dong is inherently passionate and battle-driven. To cultivate, he could endure five years of uninterrupted immersion in the Magic Thunder Pool, suffering countless instances of being struck and consumed by thunderstorms. Thanks to the extensive resources provided by the Lei Clan, he has achieved his current standing. Yet deep down, he is reluctant to admit that even among the fallen clans, his accomplishments fall short of those of a mere member. "Xiao Yan, let the Lei Clan witness whether those rumors truly hold merit!" With the surge of气势, the Lei Cloud's confidence also intensified. A low command rang out, and within a moment, the ten members burst forth simultaneously, their seamless coordination evident. Moving with the speed of lightning, they swiftly dispersed to encircle Xiao Yan. Then, with serious expressions, they rapidly changed hand seals. Ten towering columns of lightning, each stretching over a hundred paces, erupted and coalesced into ten swirling, roaring Lei Dragons above their heads. "Lei Dragon Strike!" As the Lei Dragons settled into their positions, the ten members' faces grew stern. The dragons roared and descended with thunderous force, their booming thunder echoing continuously. Far from being mere novices, the Lei Cloud and his companions understood Xiao Yan's formidable strength and thus immediately deployed their most powerful technique—working in unison, their combined power was truly formidable. Across the sky, silver flashes danced, and under the collective gaze of the onlookers, the lightning surged. The ten Lei Dragons, roaring with fury, struck directly and powerfully against Xiao Yan's body. "Thud!" The energy wave expanded outward, bursting a fine dust across the hard plaza. "Hit?" Many eyes were wide with astonishment—hadn't Xiao Yan seemed to have moved at all? As the dust settled, Xiao Yan reappeared once more under everyone's gaze, still clad in his black robe, upright and unbroken. Not a single mark of injury adorned his form, and even the ground within a zhang of his vicinity remained untouched, in stark contrast to the scattered debris elsewhere. "How is that possible..." Gazing at Xiao Yan, whose steps had not wavered a single inch, Lei Yun and the others grew pale, then felt a deep sense of helplessness—because in Xiao Yan's eyes, they seemed utterly vulnerable. "Your attack is acceptable..." The entire arena fell silent. Xiao Yan smiled gently, then turned his gaze toward Lei Dong, his hand curling slightly, and with a light chuckle, said, "Please!" "Boom!" Lei Dong's expression had grown serious beyond measure. Despite Xiao Yan's composed, calm demeanor, which exerted immense pressure, he acted decisively—immediately as Xiao Yan's laughter faded, he surged forward like a streak of lightning, his hand clenched, black lightning racing up his arm and swiftly coalescing into a long black spear at his palm. The spear's surface shimmered with rippling arcs of electricity. A sharp hiss— The lightning surged with incredible speed, appearing before Xiao Yan almost instantaneously. Gunsha swayed dynamically, unleashing countless sharp gusts of wind that immediately enveloped Xiao Yan’s vital areas. A faint, deep black lightning arc shimmered subtly at the tip of each spear. Should any part of Xiao Yan’s body be struck by this arc, even a Three-Star Battle Saint would be pierced, leaving a bloody wound. The onlookers outside nearly held their breath, gazing at the sharp, relentless waves of gunshots that pressed down with such intensity it was almost suffocating. They simply couldn't imagine how they themselves would have managed to meet such a rapid pace of attacks. "This Lei Dong truly has some talent," the group of ancient figures remarked, nodding in agreement. Such a relentless assault would have been difficult even for him to withstand—though Lei Dong was indeed proud, he clearly possessed the necessary strength. Still, that strength might not have been quite as impressive when faced against Xiao Yan. "Lei Dong's guns seem to miss Xiao Yan entirely," Ancient Xing observed, suddenly struck with awe. Lei Dong was said to be a Star-Three Late Peak Battle Saint, and with his unique electrical battle energy, his offensive power could rival that of a Star-Four Battle Saint. Yet, despite this formidable strength, he simply failed to touch Xiao Yan's body. What kind of realm had Xiao Yan reached? Ancient Qingyang and the others nodded in unison, exchanging glances that revealed clear astonishment in their eyes—especially Ancient Yao, who had previously fought against Xiao Yan. He could only chuckle bitterly, recalling that when Xiao Yan first visited the Ancient Clan, he had to fight fiercely, even sustaining serious injuries, to barely secure a victory. Now, however, the gap between them had grown exponentially. While outsiders could clearly perceive the shift in dynamics, as the central figure, Lei Dong, naturally sensed it too. He grew increasingly alarmed with each passing moment—before him, Xiao Yan seemed like a black hole, effortlessly absorbing every fierce attack he launched, leaving none of them with any tangible impact. "Magical Thunder, fallen!" The expression on Lei Dong's face remained taut. Suddenly, a fierce gaze flashed across his eyes, and the sweeping, sharp wave of gunsha halted mid-air. He bit down hard on his tongue, spitting out a stream of blood—within which black lightning arcs shimmered and then settled entirely upon the tip of the spear, instantly darkening it profoundly. Then, with a sharp tremor, Lei Dong's spear surged forward, its speed suddenly reaching an unprecedented peak, piercing toward Xiao Yan's throat with lightning speed. "That's incredibly fast!" Lei Dong's sudden acceleration caused many to react, even the strong like Gu Qingyang managing to catch only a flash of dark light. "A sharp cut!" "Contact—merely an instant. As the crowd barely noticed a flash of black light in their eyes, a soft sound erupted from the field. They turned to see the blazing tip of the spear forcefully impaling Xuān Yīn's outstretched right palm. Yet those with keen eyes could observe that the spear tip remained a half-inch away from his palm—no matter how fiercely Liú Dòng surged his qi, it could not close that gap further. Liú Dòng's full-force strike had been directly intercepted by Xuān Yīn's palm! 'Thud!' "Holding his breath tightly, Lei Dong suddenly struck the gun's handle with a powerful palm, and black lightning surged violently from the tip of the spear, rushing up to Xiao Yan's arm almost instantly. Yet before Xiao Yan could feel any joy, the black lightning swiftly dimmed and faded, as if swallowed by something unseen... 'A familiar scent...' With a gentle smile, Xiao Yan absorbed the invading black demonic lightning, then grasped the handle firmly—immediately causing Lei Dong's long spear to shatter. Taking a single step forward, Xiao Yan moved like a ghost, closing the distance with ease and lightly landing a palm on the opponent's chest. A slight tremor passed through his palm, and then everyone witnessed Lei Dong staggering and falling backward. 'Thank you,' Xiao Yan said, smiling as he stepped back." The battle concluded with astonishing speed—within mere minutes, a dozen members of the Lei clan fell easily at Xiao Yan's hands. The crowd in the arena fell silent for a moment, before the numerous Black Yān soldiers erupted into cheers, their voices thunderous and resonating across the plaza. "Boom!" Amidst the roaring acclaim, Lei Dong stumbled to the ground, gritting his teeth, and just as he prepared to launch another attack, a sudden, thunderous laugh burst forth from nowhere. "Ha! Ha! What a promising young warrior from the Xiao clan! These youngsters truly fall far short of your standards. Though—I find myself growing eager to test my strength against you. Would you dare receive a single palm from me?" "Master of the Lei Clan?" "This old man is being utterly disregardful of hierarchy..." Hearing this booming laugh, the faces of Gu Qingyang and Xun'er, and others, instantly turned serious. They hadn't expected the fiercely combative, particularly protective elder to step in at all—clearly, Xiao Lin's single-handed defeat of the younger members of the Lei Clan had made him feel uneasy. This sudden development also caused a slight furrow in Xiao Lin's brow; he hadn't anticipated that even this elder would intervene. "Rest assured, Xiao Clan youngster," boomed Lei Ying, his laughter echoing once more. "I'll only deploy five-tenths of my strength—how does that sound?" As Lei Ying pressed forward with unwavering determination, Xiao Lin took a deep breath, then, without further hesitation, bowed formally and spoke with steady resolve. "Xiao Clan, Xiao Lin, please—show me your strength!"