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What was an opportunity? An opportunity was merely a perfunctory response. To Hun Xiu, it was a perfunctory refusal.

Even if he truly took first place in the Clan Competition, Soul Emperor could still reject him with a single sentence.

What he wanted was not an opportunity. He wanted consent, a definite answer.

Hun Xiu said seriously, "Father, what I want is not an opportunity. I want an answer."

"This is the answer I'm giving you. You're merely a Dou Huang, yet you already want to see the continent?"

"You probably don't know how treacherous the continent is. Outside, people devour others without even spitting out the bones," Soul Emperor said gravely.

There was no room for negotiation in his words.

Although Hun Xiu had been willing to become a slave today just to win a woman's affection, which greatly displeased him,

there was no denying that Hun Xiu was his most outstanding son. He possessed the Potential to become Emperor and had even been internally designated by him and certain clan elders as the next Clan Head.

He was only a mere Dou Huang and merely nine years old, not even fully grown. Would he agree to let him run wild outside?

Of course not. The outside continent was vast and boundless, full of deception and danger everywhere. He simply could not rest easy.

"Father, your son has made up his mind. I ask Father to grant my wish." Seeing Soul Emperor's stern expression, Hun Xiu immediately dropped to his knees and pleaded.

"Hmph..."

"You dare threaten me?"

Hearing Hun Xiu's words, Soul Emperor snorted coldly, and an invisible pressure bore down on Hun Xiu.

That invisible pressure was like an invisible attack, crashing down upon Hun Xiu like mountains and seas.

This invisible attack was simply not something a mere Dou Huang like Hun Xiu could withstand.

Bang! The kneeling Hun Xiu was struck in the chest by that invisible attack and flung backward, slamming heavily onto the ground.

Pfft!

His throat sweetened, and he spat out another mouthful of blood, staining the floor red as his face instantly turned pale.

Soul Emperor looked coldly at Hun Xiu, invisible pressure leaking from his body as he said in a deep voice, "Since becoming the master of the Hun Clan, no one has ever been able to threaten me."

"As my son, and my most outstanding son at that, you dare threaten me?"

"You've truly forgotten the pain once the wound healed. You want to leave the Hun Clan? Wait until you become first in the Clan Competition."

"Remember this, Hun Xiu. The weak have no right to negotiate. So what if you're exceptionally talented? So what if you're Soul Emperor's son? Until you become a Saint, you'll always be trash."

"I should have confined you for half a year, but since the Clan Competition is less than half a month away, I'll let it pass."

The boundless pressure leaking from Soul Emperor's body was terrifying beyond measure, pinning Hun Xiu firmly to the ground. No matter how he struggled, he could not get back up.

His whole body trembled beneath that boundless pressure. Upon hearing Soul Emperor's words, he clenched his fists tightly and lowered his head, a flash of ruthlessness passing through his eyes before vanishing in an instant.

"I know you're unconvinced. Then work hard and show me," Soul Emperor said gravely as he looked at Hun Xiu with his head lowered.

Pfft!

As soon as the words fell, the already terrifying boundless pressure around him intensified slightly.

Though it had only increased by a trace, it was still far beyond what Hun Xiu could endure.

Under that sliver of pressure, he spat out another mouthful of blood. His head drooped, and he fainted on the spot.

That trace of pressure was simply not something the current Hun Xiu could endure. The terror of a Dou Saint was beyond imagination.

"If I don't make you suffer a little, you probably won't realize that your old man will always be your old man. Being talented doesn't mean you can do whatever you want," Soul Emperor said blandly, looking at the unconscious Hun Xiu on the floor.

The boundless pressure around him receded. With his hands behind his back, he called toward the outside of the study, "Hun San."

Whoosh.

Soul Emperor's voice was not loud, yet it carried undeniable weight. A black shadow appeared in the study from outside, dropped to one knee, and respectfully saluted Soul Emperor with his head lowered, not daring to look directly at him.

After all, only a scant few people in the Hun Clan could meet Soul Emperor's gaze, and Hun San was certainly not among them.

"Clan Head."

"Mm."

Soul Emperor nodded slightly and said in a deep voice, "Hun San, take Hun Xiu away. Remember, don't treat his injuries. Let him lie in bed for a few days and properly come to his senses."

"Go."

With that, he waved his hand.

"Yes."

Hun San carried Hun Xiu out of the study, which became empty once more.

Within the study, a Black Flame suddenly appeared without warning. It slowly rose from the floor, blazing fiercely.

The red bloodstains Hun Xiu had spat onto the ground were also evaporated by the appearance of the Black Flame.

The Black Flame gradually gathered into a human figure. As the flames dispersed, a man in black robes emerged.

This person was none other than Nihility Devouring Flame.

"Nihility, do you think I should let him leave the Hun Clan?" Soul Emperor asked blandly as he looked at Nihility Devouring Flame.

Nihility Devouring Flame smiled faintly. "A fledgling eagle will one day spread its wings and soar. Haven't you already given him an opportunity?"

"Hmph..."

Thinking of this, Soul Emperor could not help but snort coldly. "I gave him the opportunity, but he doesn't seem to understand how to cherish it."

How many people in the clan wanted an opportunity from Soul Emperor? Yet his son was dissatisfied even after being given one.

He even wanted a definite answer? Was that possible? Of course it wasn't. Did he truly think Soul Emperor was so easy to talk to?

Nihility Devouring Flame smiled faintly. "He'll understand."

Then he changed the subject. "But... why did he suddenly think of leaving the Hun Clan?"

"Why has he never shown it before?"

"Yes!"

Hearing Nihility Devouring Flame's words, Soul Emperor nodded slightly. "It is indeed strange."

"I don't know what that brat is thinking. Sometimes I truly want to crack open his head and see what's inside."

Hun Xiu possessed the foremost Transcendent Divine Bloodline since ancient times. Both Soul Emperor and Nihility Devouring Flame paid him considerable attention.

Throughout all these years of observing him, that fellow did nothing but cultivate. He was practically a cultivation maniac.

It was as though, aside from cultivation, he had no interest whatsoever in anything else.

Soul Emperor no longer intended to think about that "unfilial son." Changing the subject, he said, "By the way, Nihility, have the rewards for the Clan Competition been prepared?"

"Of course they have."

Hearing Soul Emperor's words, Nihility Devouring Flame smiled and nodded slightly. Raising his palm, two pitch-black flames danced above it.

Those two flames were the rewards for this Clan Competition.