Btth: Second chance of Xiao yan

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The air was thick with anticipation as Xiao Yan stood in his training room, surrounded by his trusted allies. The quiet was almost unnerving, but the tension was palpable. In the span of a few short days, word had spread—his name, once known only in a small corner of the continent, was now feared and revered across many powerful factions. The Fallen Sky Sect, one of the most notorious sects, had marked him as their target. They wanted to suppress him before he could rise to threaten their dominance.

But Xiao Yan was no longer a helpless boy. The power within him had grown exponentially over the past few years, and with the help of Yao Lao's teachings and the Heavenly Flame Pill, he was more than ready to face whatever came his way. His heart beat steadily as he focused his mind, absorbing the stillness before the coming storm.

As the sun began to set, signaling the end of the day, Xiao Yan met with his closest confidants—Chen Yun, Ling Ying, and the rest of his small but loyal group of followers.

Chen Yun stepped forward, his usual easygoing demeanor replaced by a serious expression. "Young master, we've made all the preparations. Our men are ready, and I've also gathered some intelligence about the Fallen Sky Sect's movements. They seem to be acting in force now. They must have received word of your cultivation progress."

Xiao Yan nodded. "I know. They're coming for me, and they'll stop at nothing to destroy everything I've built. But they won't find it so easy this time."

Ling Ying, who had stood silently to the side, finally spoke. "Xiao Yan, your strength has grown impressively, but we must still be cautious. Even with your new power, the Fallen Sky Sect is a major threat. We've seen firsthand what they're capable of."

Xiao Yan met her gaze, a soft smile on his lips. "I'm aware. But I'm not the same person I was two years ago, or even a year ago. My cultivation has reached the peak of the Eight-Star Dou King realm, and with the Heavenly Flame Pill aiding me, I'm stronger than any of the enemies we've faced before. It's time I start using this power."

His words were not born of arrogance, but of a quiet, unshakable confidence. He had learned over the years that strength alone was not enough—strategy, intelligence, and resolve were just as crucial. His cultivation might not have reached the heights of a Dou Spirit, but his battle instincts and the wisdom Yao Lao had imparted to him were just as valuable.

"We'll deal with them together," Xiao Yan continued. "Let's show them what happens when they mess with me."

The others exchanged glances but said nothing, clearly trusting Xiao Yan's judgment. They had all seen how far he had come and knew that this time, they were not walking into danger blindfolded. The storm had been gathering for days, and now it was ready to burst.

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As the night drew closer, Xiao Yan prepared to leave his residence. His heart was calm, but his mind raced as he strategized his next moves. He had a distinct advantage in that he knew the Fallen Sky Sect was coming. But despite that, he also knew that their strength far exceeded what any ordinary person could withstand.

His thoughts drifted back to the Heavenly Flame Pill that had helped him break through to the peak of the Eight-Star Dou King. He could feel the power still surging within him—more than enough to face ordinary foes. But the Fallen Sky Sect had resources that even he couldn't easily predict.

The night was quiet, too quiet. As Xiao Yan made his way through the city, a sense of foreboding seemed to hang in the air. The streets were empty, as if everyone knew something was about to happen. His allies moved silently at his side, all alert, ready to spring into action at a moment's notice.

Chen Yun leaned in slightly, his voice barely above a whisper. "Young master, we've just received word—the Fallen Sky Sect's forces are closing in. They've brought reinforcements from other sects. We need to act fast."

Xiao Yan nodded. "Let's go. I want to confront them before they have time to settle into their plans. We'll force them to fight on our terms."

At the Edge of the City, the Fallen Sky Sect's Forces Arrive

Far from Xiao Yan's quiet preparations, the Fallen Sky Sect's forces had begun to gather just outside the city. Several heavily armed disciples stood watch, their eyes cold and calculating. Leading them was an imposing figure—Elder Feng, the Dou Spirit powerhouse who had taken it upon himself to personally oversee the capture of Xiao Yan. His expression was dark, his features grim as he scanned the surrounding area.

"Prepare yourselves," Elder Feng growled, his deep voice filled with authority. "We will not give this boy the chance to escape. He's a valuable asset, but he's also a threat to our plans. The sooner we crush him, the better. Move out!"

The Fallen Sky Sect's elite disciples, each one stronger than the last, fanned out in preparation for the battle. Their dark robes fluttered in the wind, and their faces were expressions of calm determination. Despite Xiao Yan's rumored strength, they were confident. After all, they were dealing with a mere Eight-Star Dou King, a level below many of their top fighters.

The ground trembled as their force began to move toward Xiao Yan's location.

Back in Xiao Yan's camp, everything was in motion. His group had positioned themselves strategically on the outskirts of the city, the perfect place to lure the Fallen Sky Sect into a trap. Xiao Yan stood at the forefront, his posture relaxed but his eyes sharp.

"Their movements are deliberate," Ling Ying remarked, her eyes scanning the horizon. "They're not rushing in, which means they're being cautious. They must know that you've gained strength."

Xiao Yan nodded, his expression serious. "They're underestimating us. We'll show them the price of that mistake."

As the Fallen Sky Sect's forces drew closer, Xiao Yan could feel the aura of power in the air. His hands clenched, ready for the battle that was about to unfold. It wasn't just a fight for survival—it was a battle to prove that no one could trample over him. This was his moment.

The first wave of the Fallen Sky Sect's disciples charged forward, their weapons gleaming in the moonlight. But as they neared Xiao Yan's position, he raised his hand, signaling his allies to hold their ground. The calm before the storm was broken by the resounding clash of steel against steel as the battle erupted.

Xiao Yan's body surged with power, his Dou Qi crackling around him like a storm. He stepped forward, his movements fluid and precise. Every strike he made was a combination of speed, power, and control, each one landing with devastating force.

With the Heavenly Flame Pill still coursing through his body, his attacks were faster, stronger, and more efficient than ever before. Every move was a display of his new mastery. His enemies, though formidable, struggled to keep up with his pace.

But as the battle progressed, it became clear that this was just the beginning. Elder Feng, watching from the back, narrowed his eyes. He hadn't expected Xiao Yan to be this strong. The boy had surpassed his expectations, but that would not save him.

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End of Chapter 25

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