Hun Feng

Yao Wan's murmur instantly drew everyone else's attention. They looked at the pitch-black figure not far away and could not help frowning.

Yao Wan herself was not particularly nervous. The Demon Fire Space was about to open, and anyone from the Hall of the Soul Clan with even a little sense would not choose this moment to start a fight.

At the same time, the members of the Hall of the Soul Clan naturally noticed Xiao Yan and the others at once.

"So they really came?"

The Hall Master of the Soul Clan seemed to have sensed something as well. He slowly turned his head, his still, unruffled eyes dim and lightless. Faced with Xiao Yan's faintly hostile gaze, he did not care at all. Only when he noticed that Xiao Yan's current cultivation had already reached Three Star Dou Sheng did a rare ripple appear between his brows.

"The Xiao Clan has been destroyed for a thousand years, yet who would have thought that after a thousand years, such a figure could still emerge from a few fish that slipped through the net—"

"Given time, this boy may become another Xiao Xuan."

"For someone to receive such an assessment from the Hall Master is truly rare."

The figure beside him, who had not spoken from beginning to end, suddenly picked up the Hall Master of the Soul Clan's topic, his tone carrying an inexplicable trace of meaning.

"Young Clan Leader, you are too kind."

The Hall Master of the Soul Clan smiled faintly, noncommittal, and merely said, "Since the Young Clan Leader has come this time, victory will naturally be yours from the start."

"That is hard to say..."

Under the Hall Master of the Soul Clan's gaze, that figure slowly raised his head. Light shone upon his face,