Hun Diao? From the Soul Clan?
Xiao Yan's heart tightened, and his already guarded vigilance grew even stronger. The Soul Body called Hun Diao stared at Ling Qingya with gloomy eyes, then swept his gaze over Xiao Yan, whom Ling Qingya was shielding behind her. He let out a chilling laugh.
"Heh heh heh, Ling Qingya, since this kid isn't even a junior of your Ling Clan, why bother helping him?"
Hun Diao laughed darkly, a sinister gleam that made one's heart tremble shining in his eyes.
Ling Qingya gave Hun Diao no face whatsoever. Her expression remained icy as she stared at him intently.
At this moment, the Gu Clan Soul Body who had just been joking and trading insults with Ling Qingya stepped forward. His gaze toward Hun Diao was equally hostile.
"Hun Diao, we have no objections if you want to make a move against this kid. That is, provided you are confident you can defeat everyone here."
As his words fell, every soul in the graveyard looked over. They stared at Hun Diao like tigers eyeing prey, making his scalp tingle.
Just as Ling Qingya had said, not attacking the juniors of the various clans was a rule everyone had agreed upon. No matter whether the person who came here today was Xiao Yan or not, as long as he was a junior of the Eight Clans, no one could lay a hand on him.
"We have all been dead for so many years. The grudges of the past should have ended long ago. No matter how fiercely the Eight Clans fight outside, it has nothing to do with us dead people." Ling Qingya narrowed her eyes slightly and looked at Hun Diao coldly. "I thought that after hiding here for so many years, you would