Soul Clan Dou Sheng II

"You can spare me this nonsense. Before I change my mind, you'd better disappear from in front of me," Wei Yang said.

Hearing this, the black figure seemed to take a deep breath before slowly suppressing the surging anger in his heart.

"Are you Xiao Yan?"

The black figure then ignored Wei Yang and turned his gaze toward Xiao Yan.

"A remnant of the Xiao Clan, yet you've actually managed to amount to something with that discarded bloodline of yours."

Xiao Yan's eyes were icy, but he said nothing.

"If you want to save your father, Xiao Zhan, then come to my Soul Realm. This old man will be waiting for you," the black figure said sinisterly.

Black qi coiled around that pitch-black finger, swiftly extinguishing the Black Flame and arcs of lightning. Then he flicked his sleeve, snorted coldly, and turned to leave.

He had no choice but to leave, because he could sense Wei Yang's aura stirring. If he kept talking, the other party might truly act and drive him away.

"Don't worry. I'll go there sooner or later!"

Xiao Yan stared at the black figure gradually departing within the pitch-black spatial rift and spoke coldly.

Though he also wanted to keep this Soul Clan Dou Sheng behind, he did not act rashly.

This Soul Clan Dou Sheng was clearly no weakling. Otherwise, given what Xiao Yan knew of Wei Yang, he would not have allowed him to swagger off after merely exchanging a few blows and leaving behind threats.

With Wei Yang's temperament, if he could kill someone, he would do so directly. He never wasted words.

Xiao Yan had never doubted the Soul Clan's strength.

Although the three master and disciples had now all reached the Dou Sheng realm, that did not mean they could truly