Sudden Change

"Don't kill him!" Hun Chen's voice rang out.

Xiao Heng could clearly see a phantom appear behind Hun Chen. It was extremely blurry, and Xiao Heng could not make it out, but he understood that this was a safeguard Soul Hall—or rather, the Soul Clan—had left for Hun Chen.

That made sense. Someone like Hun Chen likely held no low status within the Soul Clan, so it was only natural for him to possess a life-saving measure.

Though the phantom was somewhat indistinct, it had clearly understood Hun Chen's words and made no move.

Hun Chen struggled to his feet. Looking at Xiao Heng, he smiled—a very happy smile.

"Hun Chen, your opponent!"

After solemnly speaking those words, he widened his eyes and deeply engraved Xiao Heng's appearance into his mind. "Xiao Heng, my opponent. The next time we meet, I will definitely win."

As soon as he finished speaking, space rippled. Xiao Heng held his sword, yet he could not move. Only after Hun Chen had completely vanished before him did he suddenly gasp for breath and lower his sword.

The blue-white longsword slowly dissipated in his hand. He let out a breath, wiped away the blood at the corner of his lips, and his gaze darkened.

"Hun Chen, I'll remember you. Next time, I'll still win!" he murmured. Then he rose into the sky once more.

The instant he left, those people surged back in again. The innkeeper, who had been hiding under a table, slowly crawled out, drenched in sweat. His legs were still trembling. The pressure those two had brought him was simply too great.

What Xiao Heng did not notice was that, in a space not far from him, a muscular man slowly unclenched the fist hidden inside his sleeve.

There were two people standing