"Great Elder Su Qian, we can catch up later. For now, let's deal with these people first!" Xiao Heng called out. His gaze swept over the Soul Clan members as he shouted, "Attack! Leave none alive!"
"Yes...!" the many experts behind Xiao Heng answered in unison.
"You little Soul Clan bastards, your grandpa is here! Are you ready to die?" A burly man shot forward. Dou Qi surged as he threw a punch, blasting a Soul Clan Half Saint expert straight into ashes.
Seeing this and sensing the many terrifying auras, Hun You's expression changed drastically. He shouted, "Retreat! Retreat...!"
Before his words had even faded, he was the first to turn and flee. Yet before he had gone far, his body abruptly froze in midair.
Pink flames spilled from within his body, then directly burned him to ashes.
There were no great changes and no needless words. Just as the Soul Clan had slaughtered Jia Nan Academy moments ago, Xiao Heng and the others were now slaughtering them.
The people had changed, and the positions had changed, but the situation had not. If there was any difference, it was that these people died far faster than the people of Jia Nan Academy had just now.
Xiao Heng stood in the sky, drawing upon his power. A tiny soul sword appeared, and with a slight movement of his finger, it directly slew a familiar face.
Watching that figure, Hu Jia stood there in a daze. Wu Hao clutched his chest as he came to her side. Following her gaze toward Xiao Heng, he turned back and said, "What? So smitten you've lost your bearings?"
Hu Jia turned to look at him, her eyes narrowing slightly as she said coldly, "If you die in battle now, it should count as a