Xun'er vs. Ruoruo

Ancient Assembly, Training Ground.

Since the Ancient Assembly had only just been established and had few members, there were scarcely any cultivators in the Training Ground. Only several elders stood guard here.

Yet, for so few people to have built such a formidable reputation, the Ancient Society Elders' strength was absolutely not to be underestimated.

If outsiders had been here, they would have seen at a glance that every elder possessed terrifying combat power at least comparable to a Dou Zun. The leading few were not inferior to the Soul Hall Heavenly Venerables in the slightest.

Such foundations had clearly far surpassed the former Ice River Valley, yet this was merely the tip of the iceberg of the Ancient Clan.

The strength of the Eight Clans had long exceeded the limits of ordinary imagination.

Only the Eight Clans could stand against the Eight Clans!

At the center of the Training Ground, two graceful figures faced each other from afar. One wore green like an immortal, the other black like a demon. They stood as opposites, yet were clearly distinct, quietly remaining where they were as their eyes met.

"It has been a long time, Xun'er. You've improved quite a bit. If this were the old you, I'm afraid you wouldn't have dared say something as crude as stealing a man."

Hun Ruoruo stood with one hand on her waist and smiled.

"Still, though your courage is commendable, I don't seem to have any reason to accept this challenge. Men aren't something you can win just by snatching them."

Xun'er's little face stiffened as she replied icily, "Whether I can or not, I'll only know after trying. You were the one who taught me that. Besides, I don't have a habit of admitting defeat without a fight!"

She pointed into the