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Everyone on the platform was slightly stunned when they heard Soul Emperor's words. They had never expected their Clan Head to say something like that.

What did he mean? Was he hinting that they should find women for him?

No matter what Soul Emperor meant, countless thoughts flashed through the minds of everyone on the platform.

Although Gu Yuan was briefly stunned by Soul Emperor's words, he quickly recovered and said nothing. He merely smiled and continued watching the white-clad figure on the arena.

He wanted to see what Hun Xiu was trying to pull. Was he really going to withstand Hun Doulol's Extreme Wind Finger head-on? Its destructive power rivaled a Heaven Tier fighting technique.

Was he really courting death?

Soul Emperor also watched Hun Xiu, who showed no sign of resistance beneath Hun Doulol's finger, and thought, Brat, are you really courting death?

Although Gu Xun'er did not understand what it meant for Brother Hun Xiu to be "courting death," her bright eyes never left him for even a moment.

In her eyes, Brother Hun Xiu was the best.

Under the horrified gazes of the crowd, Hun Xiu still offered no resistance beneath that massive finger. He continued to hold his wooden sword.

His legs bent slightly, and his body trembled. It was only a matter of time before he knelt. Yet beneath the immense pressure of that finger, his expression remained unchanged.

"Hun Xiu, since you refuse to appreciate my kindness, don't blame me," Hun Doulol murmured inwardly when she saw that he still had no intention of resisting and seemed determined to take it head-on.

Her slender, jade-like finger descended completely, and her face instantly turned deathly pale. The enormous finger, which had originally been falling slowly, suddenly plunged down at an astonishing speed.

Boom! The finger struck Hun Xiu, piercing through the entire arena and crashing down toward the plaza below.

Seeing that things were going wrong, many people had already fled far away. After all, watching a show required some sense of self-preservation.

Rumble!

A tremendous roar rang out across the plaza, and dust filled the sky.

"How is Hun Xiu? Is he dead?" Hun Doulol stared at the dust shrouding the plaza below, her face pale as she murmured.

She could sense that when her Extreme Wind Finger descended, Hun Xiu had not resisted at all.

He had relied solely on his physical body to withstand the Extreme Wind Finger. To take such a terrifying attack head-on with one's body alone? In Hun Doulol's eyes, that was simply seeking death.

Throughout history, no one had ever relied solely on their physical body to withstand power comparable to a Heaven Tier fighting technique.

Hun Xiu was probably the first!

And likely the last.

Suddenly, Hun Doulol realized a problem. What if Hun Xiu had truly died beneath her finger? What would happen to her? Although Hun Xiu had brought this upon himself, she, Hun Doulol, had been the one to strike.

Hun Xiu was hailed as the Hun Clan's greatest genius since ancient times, someone with the Potential to become Emperor. And now he was just gone.

Would she become a sinner, then? Would the Clan Head spare her? This was the Clan Head's most favored son.

At that thought, Hun Doulol's face grew even paler. She realized that she had made a grave mistake.

Swallowing hard, she subconsciously and secretly glanced toward Soul Emperor, seated at the center of the platform.

When she saw Soul Emperor's grim expression, Hun Doulol instantly understood. It was over. She was finished. She would probably be buried alongside Hun Xiu.

"Hehe..."

Hun Feng watched the dust rising across the plaza below and murmured inwardly, Hun Xiu, you should be dead by now, right?

Of course, Hun Feng did not dare to be certain, much less step forward and declare that Hun Xiu was dead.

Because he knew exactly how important Hun Xiu was to his father, Soul Emperor, and he knew even more clearly how monstrous Hun Xiu was.

If Hun Xiu was truly dead, that would be fine. But if he was not, and Hun Feng stepped out to yap nonsense, he would likely be slapped in the face.

At this moment, everyone held their breath and stared intently at the plaza below and the dust filling the sky.

They wanted to see how that fellow with the "Potential to become Emperor" had fared in the thickest part of the dust. Was he dead or not?

They had all clearly seen that when the finger came down, Hun Xiu had not resisted. He had taken that attack head-on.

Soul Emperor's expression was incredibly ugly. He truly had not expected his Xiu'er to actually court death.

Without resisting, he had simply taken the Extreme Wind Finger head-on. Other than courting death, Soul Emperor could not find a second phrase to describe such behavior.

What he wanted to know now was whether Xiu'er had died from courting death. If he had truly died, then Soul Emperor might have to work harder at night. After all, once one had a son with a Transcendent Divine Bloodline, who would still care about a Divine Grade Bloodline?

Whoosh.

Soul Emperor waved his hand, and the power of heaven and earth turned into an invisible wind, blowing away the dust that blanketed the plaza.

In the plaza.

Within a massive crater.

A figure in white stood in the crater.

He was still holding his wooden sword. His snow-white robes were now covered in dust and tattered beyond recognition.

His hair crown had fallen off, his hair was disheveled and covered in dust, and his formerly handsome face was likewise coated in grime. Blood stained the corner of his lips, and his face had turned pale.

Hun Xiu looked utterly miserable. The air of an exiled immortal he had possessed moments ago had vanished completely. As Hun Xiu appeared before everyone's eyes,

only two words came to mind—shocking beggar.

Everyone was beyond shocked. When they saw Hun Xiu amid the dust, all their eyes widened in utter disbelief.

They all knew that Hun Xiu had not resisted at all. He had relied solely on his physical body to take the Extreme Wind Finger head-on, and he had not even died. This was truly enough to shock everyone senseless.

He had not died even after that. Just how terrifying was Hun Xiu's physical body? It was simply unprecedented.

Soul Emperor looked at Hun Xiu standing in the massive crater. The corners of his lips lifted slightly as he murmured inwardly, I thought I would have to work harder at night from now on, but it seems there's no need at all.

"What a powerful body. He actually withstood an Earth Tier high-grade fighting technique unleashed by a Dou Wang with his physical body alone. As expected of Xiu'er. He never does anything unless he is certain of success. He takes after me in that regard."

Gu Yuan nodded slightly as well, thinking, What a fellow. Such a powerful body. As expected of someone I, Gu Yuan, think highly of. He hasn't made me lose face.

The other Hun Clan elders were still shocked by the strength of Hun Xiu's physical body. Hun Xiu truly deserved to be called the Hun Clan's greatest genius since ancient times, the possessor of a Transcendent Divine Bloodline, someone with the Potential to become Emperor.

With him, the Hun Clan would surely flourish. At this moment, they had more or less silently acknowledged Hun Xiu's status as the "Young Clan Head."

As the Hun Clan's Young Clan Head, who else could it be but him? Tell them, who else?