A supreme powerhouse slowly stepped out of the void.
He wore gray-white robes and looked about thirty, with handsome features and eyes so extraordinarily bright they seemed capable of piercing a person's heart. His first impression was one of scholarly refinement; had he held a scroll, he would probably have looked no different from a scholar.
Yet the instant this seemingly frail, scholarly man appeared, Gu Yuan's expression turned extremely grave.
"He's the Soul Clan's patriarch, Hun Tiandi?"
In Ancient Saint City, I stared at the scene, equally taken aback. I had never expected Hun Tiandi, the leader of the most sinister and unfathomable faction on the Dou Qi Continent, to look so gentle and refined.
His bearing alone could even rival mine!
After appearing, Hun Tiandi did not even turn his head, merely saying mildly, "Miesheng, keep going. With me here, no one will get past."
Hun Miesheng grew excited. Although he too had entered the Third Level Dou Sheng realm, an enormous gulf still separated him from Hun Tiandi.
"Yes, Patriarch!"
He immediately led the Soul Clan members in opening several space channels, and they swiftly departed.
As for the Ancient Clan, just as Hun Tiandi had said, with him standing there, no one dared casually pass him to pursue the Soul Clan members.
Gu Yuan's expression was extremely ugly as he shouted sternly, "Hun Tiandi, by doing this, you're practically forcing our Ancient Clan into a fight to the death with your Soul Clan!"
"If you truly want war, our Ancient Clan will oblige you to the very end!"
Hun Tiandi merely chuckled, taking none of Gu Yuan's words to heart. "Gu Yuan, you should have said that back when Xiao Xuan died."
"Now, you're already several thousand years too late."
The Soul Clan members had all