"The Soul Clan... what a loathsome scent of bloodline."
The figure in the sky raised his head, revealing a face that was not exceptionally handsome, yet always carried a peculiar charm.
His black hair draped over his shoulders, and his ink-black eyes were like Black Holes—profound and filled with an unusual wisdom.
"Xiao Xuan!"
The two Soul Clan energy bodies stared fixedly at that all-too-familiar face, horror and fear flashing through their eyes.
Although they possessed the strength of Saints, the man before them had once stood at the very pinnacle of that continent.
"Xiao Xuan is powerful, but he is also suppressed by the Heavenly Tomb... The ten-year term has yet to arrive, so he cannot appear in person!"
One of them drew a deep breath, suppressing the fear in his heart as he spoke in a low voice.
"In other words, the Xiao Xuan before us has not come in person?"
The other gray-robed elder's eyes flickered as he spoke.
"I'm afraid it is merely an image!"
The first man said coldly, his courage unconsciously growing quite a bit.
"You do have some eyesight!"
The man in green smiled faintly. Looking at the two Soul Clan members before him, he said softly, "But you think too highly of yourselves. Two low-level Dou Saints—I can destroy you with a flip of my hand!"
As his words fell, the man in green slowly raised his palm and lightly clenched it toward the space ahead.
"Shatter!"
As that word left the green-robed man's mouth, all the space within a thousand zhang collapsed at this moment.
An invisible giant black hand abruptly took shape, then casually slapped toward the two Soul Clan members.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The enormous black hand, a thousand zhang in size, drifted lightly down. The ground immediately shook