Refining Heaven Ancient Formation

Xiao Ming heard this and remained expressionless, saying nothing more. At that moment, the corpse beside him suddenly trembled, and a hazy soul emerged.

The moment the figure appeared, he glared furiously at Hun Tiandi.

"Hun Tiandi! You deserve to die!"

Hun Tiandi was somewhat surprised as he watched Xiao Chen's soul appear. Though he had only struck casually against those dozen or so Fire Slaves earlier, he had not specifically targeted their souls.

Yet those Fire Slaves had been eroded by the Purifying Demonic Lotus Flame for who knew how many years. Their souls should have long since lost consciousness. That Xiao Chen could still retain his awareness showed that, as expected of someone from the Xiao Clan, Hun Tiandi's old rival, he had some ability.

Seeing the old man's clenched fist and violently fluctuating Soul Body, Xiao Ming knew that Xiao Chen was filled with incomparable regret at not having stood with the Xiao Clan through thick and thin.

But even if he had remained in the Xiao Clan, the Xiao Clan likely would not have escaped that outcome. It was not because the Soul Clan had been too strong, but because what the Xiao Clan had done back then had truly been rather foolish.

At the time, the Xiao Clan had been the foremost Ancient Race. Although their Dou Di Bloodline had begun to decline, the emergence of geniuses such as Xiao Xuan and Xiao Chen proved that the Xiao Clan lacked neither powerful experts nor potential.

Had Xiao Xuan not gathered the entire clan and extracted the bloodline of every Xiao Clan member, causing the Xiao Clan's overall strength to plummet, they would not have been ambushed by those bastards from the Soul Clan.

Of course, Xiao Xuan could not be blamed for this either, because