"Hun Qianmo... Heavens, he's still alive? The Soul Clan actually sent even him out. It seems they're determined to deal the Heaven and Earth Alliance a crushing blow!"
Around the mountain peaks, there were quite a few elderly experts with equally broad knowledge. Some of the younger experts might not have heard the name Hun Qianmo, but they knew all too well just how terrifying this old fellow was.
"A piece of trash who once begged for mercy before the clan chief dares show his face?" Xiao Chen took a deep breath, suppressing the surging killing intent in his heart as he spoke expressionlessly.
Hun Qianmo's withered face twitched slightly. His eyes, gleaming with an eerie light, slowly swept over Xiao Chen and Hai Bodong. In a hoarse voice that sounded like grinding bones, he said, "No matter how formidable he was, he ultimately could not escape death. The victor becomes king, and the loser becomes a bandit. The Soul Clan still stands at the peak of this continent, but what about the Xiao Clan? The Xiao Clan that once shook the continent now has only a lone man like you left, struggling to survive beneath the gaze of my Soul Clan. How pitiful."
Bang!
A sinister look surged onto Xiao Chen's face. With a flash, he appeared before Hun Qianmo. His palm swept through the air, and a massive blood-red axe appeared in a flash. It then carried a fierce gale as it hacked furiously down at the latter like lightning tearing across the sky.
"Xiao Chen, even if you were lucky enough to survive until now, you are no longer the Blood Axe Xiao Chen of those days!"
Faced with Xiao Chen's thunderous attack, a vicious gleam rose onto Hun Qianmo's face, which was almost nothing but shriveled