Soul Clan's Secret

Xiao Ming's thoughts were unknown to Gu Yuan and the others. Otherwise, what they were discussing now would not merely be how to deal with the Soul Clan, but also how to get rid of Xiao Ming.

Xiao Ming was very young, yet he was already a high-star Dou Sheng. Being targeted by someone like him was a terrifying prospect.

Even if Xiao Ming had his misgivings and chose not to act, with age on his side, he could simply outlast these old fellows. Besides, his strength was advancing rapidly.

The Ancient, Lightning, and Flame Clans might not be without their own wariness toward Xiao Ming. It was only because the Hall of Souls was such a pressing enemy that they had no time to spare for anything else.

Once the Soul Clan was dealt with, they might free up time to consider how to face Xiao Ming.

Of course, Gu Yuan and the others were still focused on the Soul Clan for now.

Inside the hall, Gu Yuan and the others exchanged a few words. When the Soul Clan's strength was mentioned, Xiao Ming, who had remained rather indifferent all this time, suddenly spoke.

"Has Clan Leader Gu ever heard of the so-called Tunling Clan?"

Crack!

The moment Xiao Ming's words fell, a series of wine cups shattered throughout the hall. Many elders abruptly raised their heads and stared fixedly at Xiao Ming, their eyes carrying a trace of fear.

"Tunling Clan..."

When Xiao Ming uttered those three words, Gu Yuan's face visibly twitched. He then took a deep breath and looked at Xiao Ming with considerable confusion.

"Of course I know of the Tunling Clan. It was a strange race from ancient times. According to ancient records, the Tunling Clan once stirred up countless bloody storms across the