Ancient Assembly, Xun'er!

Ripples spread through space as a figure wreathed in black mist drifted gracefully toward the skies above the Ancient Assembly.

The appearance of the dark figure did not leak even a trace of Dou Qi, yet it stirred strange phenomena between heaven and earth. Even the light itself seemed to dim at that moment.

Evil mist spread around her body, her steps slow and elegant, as though she were an envoy who had emerged from the abyssal darkness.

Though her face was impossible to make out, though the evil mist concealed most of her body, the exquisite curves revealed with every step still traced breathtakingly perfect lines.

Everyone, including the two old men standing before the Ancient Assembly's gates, had their gazes frozen in place for a long while.

"Gulp!"

Amid the deathly silence, the sound of someone swallowing suddenly rang out—brief and piercing, like a ragged gasp after suffocation.

Then, everyone snapped out of their stupor. As they looked toward that graceful figure, their eyes could not help but fill with deep shock.

That voice from earlier had been crisp and pleasant, like the first cry of an oriole. Yet upon closer listening, it seemed like a soul-stealing melody, containing unimaginable magic.

Just a single sentence was enough to become an invisible spike etched into the soul, piercing through the soul's defenses.

Sure enough, a Soul Hall Strongman had come seeking revenge.

As this thought arose in their minds, everyone felt ice-cold, as if they had fallen into an icy abyss.

As the most feared faction in the Central Continent, few dared offend the Soul Hall because of their rule of repaying every slight. Once they set their sights on someone, there were only two paths: flee to the ends of the earth, or die!

The old man sweeping