After a few minutes…
All five outer disciples lay sprawled across the ground, groaning in agony after their failed group assault on Xiao Yan.
Their limbs were broken—twisted at unnatural angles—as they writhed and screamed in pain.
"Ugh! W-What the hell… just happened?!"
"H-How did this bastard suddenly become so strong?! My arms—AGHH!"
"I-Is this really that loser… Xiao Yan?!"
"D-Did he get possessed by some vengeful ghost or demon?"
"AGHHH! It hurts… it hurts so bad!"
Xiao Yan stood a few meters away, calm and composed, staring down at them as if they were nothing more than insects crawling beneath his feet.
He scoffed.
'Tch… pathetic worms. Did they really think they stood a chance against me with their measly Low-Stage Foundation Realm cultivation?'
'Me? The one once feared across the Sleeping Dragon Continent—even by the strongest cultivators?'