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Chapter 336: Xiao Chen Arrives at the Allied Camp!  



Boom!

A deafening clap of thunder echoed across the skies of Wu Tan City, where dark clouds gathered, lightning flashed, and the wind howled, sweeping up dust from the ground, creating small whirlwinds.

The air was filled with an overwhelming sense of oppression, as if the heavens and earth were trembling in anticipation of a great event about to unfold.

Xiao Yan floated in midair, holding a crystalline seven-tier pill in his hands. The pill was a pale golden color, emitting an intoxicating fragrance.

Countless golden runes flowed on the surface of the pill, as if alive.

Xiao Yan was enveloped in a faint golden glow, the protective shield formed by his immense Dou Qi. His black hair swayed without wind, and his robes fluttered with a fierce momentum, making him appear formidable.

Boom!

Another massive bolt of silver lightning struck down from the heavens, heading straight for him. The bolt radiated immense power.

However, he remained unfazed by the terrifying tribulation lightning.

"This unworthy descendant seeks to meet the ancestor!"

He took a deep breath, lifted his head towards the sky, and once again shouted loudly.

His voice, infused with a powerful Dou Qi, instantly spread across all of Wu Tan City. It seemed as though it pierced through the boundaries of time and space, reaching beyond the clouds.

The moment Xiao Yan's words fell, an unusual ripple suddenly appeared in the heavens and earth.

"Sigh..."

A long, deep sigh reverberated through the sky and earth.

The sound seemed to come from ancient times, or perhaps from the future, filled with age and helplessness.

Immediately after, the space began to warp violently.

In midair, a pitch-black spatial tear appeared, radiating an unsettling aura. The tear seemed capable of devouring everything, even light itself could not escape it.

Buzz!

The spatial tear trembled slightly, and a tall figure slowly stepped out.

The person was clad in a blood-red robe adorned with intricate golden patterns.

His face was resolute, his eyes sharp as lightning, and his presence exuded an overwhelming, suffocating pressure.

This was none other than Xiao Clan's ancient powerhouse- Xiao Chen!

His appearance instantly silenced the heavens and earth.

Even the howling winds stopped roaring, as if paying respect to him.

Thud!

The entire Xiao family dropped to their knees upon seeing him, bowing reverently to Xiao Chen.

"Greetings, Ancestor!"

Countless respectful voices rose, and the entire family was struck with awe.

Many of them had never even dreamed that the Xiao Clan would have such a powerful backer.

The aura he emitted was far beyond their comprehension.

Xiao Chen slowly descended to the ground, his gaze sweeping over the kneeling Xiao family members. His deep, abyss-like eyes held a trace of complexity, as if carrying endless sorrow and helplessness.

Originally, he hadn't intended to reveal himself, planning to silently protect this branch of his family until his dying day. However, seeing this young descendant, capable of reaching Dou Venerate without relying on the family's bloodline power, sparked a glimmer of hope in him. "What is it?"

He asked, his voice deep and ancient, as though it carried the weight of countless years.

Xiao Yan quickly stepped forward and bowed respectfully.

"Ancestor, my father has been missing for many years, and I suspect he was captured by the ancient clans."

"I beg you to help!"

His voice was filled with urgency and earnestness, clearly still troubled by his father's disappearance.

Hearing this, Xiao Chen frowned slightly, his eyes filled with thought.

"Tell me the details." He said in a deep voice.

Xiao Yan nodded and recounted the events surrounding his father's disappearance, as well as his suspicions. When he mentioned that the Xiao Clan's ancient god jade had been borrowed by the Gu Clan, his eyebrows raised slightly but quickly returned to normal.

To Xiao Chen, the ancient god jade was a potential curse for the current weakened Xiao Clan. Letting the Gu Clan borrow it wasn't necessarily a bad thing.

However, he couldn't ignore the fact that a descendant of the Xiao Clan had been captured. Blood ties ran deep, and he couldn't stand by idly.

"I understand."

He pondered for a moment before speaking.

"Since that's the case, accompany me to the Central Plains."

As soon as he finished speaking, the entire Xiao family was thrown into an uproar.

The Central Plains! That was the center of the continent, teeming with powerful figures. A small family like them could never hope to reach such a place.

However, with an ancient powerhouse on their side, everything was different.

Xiao Yan's eyes flashed with excitement. He knew that with his ancestor's help, the chances of finding his father had greatly increased.

"Thank you!"

He said gratefully, his voice full of emotion.

Xiao Chen nodded, his gaze sweeping the area.

"You all stay here. I will take him alone to the Central Plains."

Though his voice was quiet, it carried an unquestionable authority.

The members of the Xiao family, though slightly disappointed, didn't dare voice any objections. They knew that with their strength, they would only be burdensome in the Central

Plains.

"Yes, Ancestor."

Xiao Ding and the others responded respectfully.

He nodded again before looking at Xiao Yan.

"Prepare yourself. We will depart immediately."

Xiao Yan quickly nodded, bidding farewell to the family, then rushed to his side.

Boom!

With a wave of Xiao Chen's hand, a terrifying spatial force enveloped the two of them. In the next instant, they vanished, as if they had never been there.

The entire process was seamless and fluid, far beyond the understanding of the onlookers.

The members of the Xiao family watched them disappear, their eyes filled with awe and

reverence.

Central Plains, Allied Army Camp.

Xiao Chen and Xiao Yan had already arrived, floating above the camp.

Everywhere they looked, tents were spread out in all directions, and banners fluttered in then/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

wind. Numerous strong warriors clad in various armors moved back and forth, keeping the

camp in perfect order.

However, a closer look revealed a somber atmosphere blanketing the entire camp.

It had been a long time since the last battle with the Hun Clan, but there had been no movements from them since. This endless waiting had left many people impatient. Among the younger clan members, there was a growing undercurrent of dissatisfaction.

"How much longer are we going to wait for?"

One young member of the Yan Clan couldn't help but grumble.

Just as the murmuring began to grow, a dignified voice rang out:

Amid the growing tension, a tall figure suddenly appeared in the center of the camp.

It was none other than Gu Fei, who had just returned to the camp.

His piercing gaze swept over the crowd.

His handsome face was marked with seriousness, clearly sensing the strange atmosphere

within the camp.