Chapter 9: Who are You?
These Magma Lizardmen were all powerful Dou Venerate cultivators, wielding long spears and lances as they charged toward An Bufan and his group of five.
A powerful and overwhelming fighting intent surged from their bodies, causing the void to tremble slightly. A single strike from a Dou Venerate was terrifying to the average person.
However, these were merely puppets. So what if they possessed the power of Dou Venerates? How could their attacks compare to those of a living Dou Venerate?
There was absolutely no comparison. A living Dou Venerate could utilize Dou Techniques and strategy.
These puppets could only exert brute strength. If they could unleash even half the combat power of their living counterparts, that would be remarkable.
An Bufan and his group were not afraid at all; to them, these were just mindless dolls.
Who were they? They were Dou Saints, standing at the pinnacle of the world.
Killing a Dou Venerate was as easy as slaughtering a dog, let alone these puppets who couldn't even utilize their full potential. Dealing with them would be effortless.
As the Dou Venerate puppets drew closer, An Bufan and his companions remained calm, their eyes devoid of any emotion. It seemed that in their eyes, these puppets were no different from ants.
No one would show surprise at the sight of an ant. That was the privilege of power—to look down upon everything with indifference.
An Bufan stood with his hands behind his back, completely unmoved by the charging Magma Lizardmen.
"Hun Sha, take care of them," he commanded calmly.
"Yes, Clan Chief."
Hun Sha stepped forward, nodded slightly, and watched the puppets approach.
Swoosh!
With a wave of his hand—yes, just a simple wave—a surge of immense Dou Qi erupted, carrying destructive power as it hurtled toward the Dou Venerate puppets.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Touched by this terrifying energy, these beings that could reign supreme on the continent exploded instantly, turning into clouds of blood mist.
A single strike from a Dou Saint was terrifyingly powerful. With a casual wave of his hand, the threat was resolved.
Having finished the task, Hun Sha approached An Bufan, bowed slightly, and said, "Clan Chief, everything is resolved. I have fulfilled my mission."
"Mm."
An Bufan nodded slightly. However, at that exact moment, he sensed an extremely powerful attack hurtling toward them. The target of this terrifying force was none other than Hun Sha.
"Careful!" An Bufan shouted.
With a palm strike, he pushed Hun Sha back and threw a punch, manifesting a massive fist shadow that collided with the incoming attack.
Boom!
The two forces collided and exploded, producing a tremendous roar. Thick smoke and dust spread from the point of impact, followed by terrifying energy shockwaves.
"Hiss..."
Having narrowly escaped death, Hun Sha watched the explosion and the spreading aftershocks, gasping in shock.
He murmured to himself, "So... so strong!"
With such immense power, if that attack had struck Hun Sha, only one outcome would await him—annihilation.
"Who on earth dared to trespass here?"
As the smoke and dust gradually dissipated, a murky, powerful voice echoed through the space.
A gigantic creature appeared before the five. Its entire body was purple-gold, covered in cold, metallic scales, and its eyes were a pale red. It stared intensely at An Bufan and his companions.
A terrifying pressure emanated from this behemoth, clearly indicating that the lethal attack just now was its doing.
"Hiss..."
Under the oppressive aura of this colossal being, the Four Demon Saints felt as if they were trapped in a swamp, unable to move freely.
The four exchanged glances, seeing the shock in each other's eyes. They couldn't help but gasp.
Hun Tu's voice trembled. "Nine... Nine-Star... Dou Saint!"
Unexpectedly, this behemoth was actually a Nine-Star Dou Saint. This was truly unforeseen!
In the Dou Qi Continent, where Dou Emperors were absent, Dou Saints reigned supreme. A Nine-Star Dou Saint was practically invincible.
Who could have imagined that beneath this bottomless abyss, within this silent magma world, lay a Nine-Star Dou Saint?
If news of this got out, it would surely shock all factions. It would be a heavy blow to the peak forces of the continent.
On this continent, only the two super-factions—the Hun Clan and the Gu Clan—were known to possess Nine-Star Dou Saints. The sudden appearance of another would cause the entire Dou Qi Continent to tremble.
The behemoth ignored the Four Demon Saints. So what if they were Seven-Star Dou Saints? They were nothing more than slightly stronger ants in his eyes.
His blood-red pupils locked onto An Bufan, the man in white.
This man gave him an extremely dangerous feeling, making him realize that this intruder was an expert no weaker than himself.
"Who are you?"
The enormous creature opened its blood-red maw, its oppressive aura increasing rather than decreasing, as it interrogated An Bufan.
"My name is Hun Tiandi, and I am the Clan Chief of the Hun Clan," An Bufan replied calmly, hands clasped behind his back, his expression unchanged.
"Hun Clan?"
Upon hearing An Bufan's words, the colossal creature seemed to ponder for a moment.
He spoke slowly, his voice dripping with arrogance and a hint of disdain. "I never imagined that the once-small Hun Clan would now produce such a strong figure as you."
His words revealed his ancient age and his contempt for the Hun Clan of the past.
"Yes. Just as the Void Ancient Dragon clan, which once dominated the continent, has now fallen into utter decline," An Bufan retorted. "Ancient Dragon Island has been divided into four, and there isn't even a single decent expert left to hold the fort. It is truly a pitiful sight."
"And who is even more miserable? That would be a certain little girl."
"She is clearly a royal Void Ancient Dragon, yet she is constantly bullied and wandering alone. Sigh... it is truly pitiful!" An Bufan spoke calmly, looking up at the enormous creature.
"Hm? What did you say?"
"Who exactly are you?"
Upon hearing An Bufan's words, the behemoth instantly realized that this man might know his true identity—and that the "little girl" he mentioned must be his daughter.
Thinking of this, the behemoth was enraged.
The oppressive aura emanating from him surged dramatically, causing the Four Demon Saints to tremble inwardly. The pressure of a Nine-Star Dou Saint was indeed terrifying.
But this pressure meant nothing to An Bufan. He felt no weight whatsoever.
Still standing with his hands behind his back and wearing a faint smile, he asked, "Do you want to know who I am?"