Retreat

Chapter 495: Retreat

"What if I refuse to return it?"

"Refuse?"

Hun Yuantian seemed not to have expected Xiao Ming to answer like that.

The Soul Clan possessed a total of four Gates of Silence. When combined, the four could form a formation—the infamous Death Realm Great Formation of the ancient Central Plains. It could create a Death Realm, and even an Eight-Star Dou Sheng would be engulfed by endless Death Aura upon falling into it, gradually sinking into oblivion.

In ancient times, there had been no shortage of rumors about sects and factions being utterly exterminated by this lethal formation.

It was of immense importance to the Soul Clan. If not for the fact that Xiao Ming, a Remnant of the Xiao Clan, was among the targets this time, Hun Yuantian would never have lent out the Gate of Silence.

He had not expected Hun Miesheng to be so useless as to allow Xiao Ming to seize partial control of the Gate of Silence. Had he not sensed something amiss, the Gate of Silence might truly have been taken away this time.

Yet now that he had appeared, Xiao Ming actually dared to say he would not hand it over in front of him. At that thought, Hun Yuantian's white brows twitched. He bared his grayish-yellow teeth and slowly said,

"Since you refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit, this old man shall grant your wish!"

As he spoke, Hun Yuantian's fingers moved imperceptibly. Threads of invisible ripples suddenly surged up behind Xiao Ming, weaving into an intangible net that abruptly shrouded him. At the same time, Hun Yuantian shot forward, appearing before Xiao Ming in the blink of an eye. A palm reeking of stench slammed directly toward Xiao Ming's chest.

Hun Yuantian moved with incredible speed.