Xiao Yan had only faced the Soul Hall Master directly twice. The two had formally met only twice, yet over the past decade or so, Xiao Yan's life seemed to have been inextricably linked to this man.
A fragment of the Ancient Emperor Jade had connected them. Since before Xiao Yan had even turned twenty, the shadow of the Soul Hall had constantly loomed over him.
His family had been destroyed, his father captured, and he himself had been hunted for years. To the Soul Hall Master, all of this might have been no more than a single command, but for Xiao Yan, there had been countless sleepless nights spent tossing and turning.
And now, this moment had finally arrived. He faced the so-called Soul Hall Master, faced those shadows. Today was the day to write the ending of a story—the story belonging to Xiao Yan and Hun Miesheng.
Hun Miesheng looked at Xiao Heng. This young man in black fitted clothes did not appear especially remarkable, yet many within the clan had praised him as someone who could become another Xiao Xuan, or even surpass Xiao Xuan.
Because of him, the Soul Hall had suffered considerable losses, and even Hun Miesheng himself had been severely reprimanded by the clan.
He could not help but regret it—regret not taking him seriously back then. If the Soul Hall had gone all out from the beginning, this day would never have come. But everything was still in time.
"Come! Let this Hall Master see whether you, who have refined the Purifying Demonic Lotus Flame, have gained the right to face me...!"
"I won't disappoint you," Xiao Yan said quietly. Dou Qi surged through his body as he waved a hand, and pink flames erupted from within him, transforming into several streaks