For the Soul Clan's Great Cause, Go Offer Yourself as a Sacrifice

Hun Xuzi's voice was exceptionally calm. Even without deliberately exerting himself, he could still stir the momentum of heaven and earth.

In an instant, a cold sensation as though she had been abandoned by heaven and earth spread throughout Hun Ruoruo's body.

This was the pressure of a Saint. Even a trace so insignificant that it could not even be considered a projection was enough to display an oppression akin to the heavens with every gesture.

The winds and clouds changed abruptly. Gale-force winds swept up Hun Ruoruo's white hair, sending it dancing and scattering like falling snow.

After a long while, she suddenly smiled.

Bearing the terrifying pressure of a Saint and feeling the helplessness of being forsaken by heaven and earth, Hun Ruoruo smiled with eerie coldness. "Who said I don't have the power of a Saint?"

Hun Xuzi's pupils contracted slightly.

"Isn't there a ready-made one right here?"

"?!"

Upon hearing Hun Ruoruo's words, the aura around Hun Xuzi unexpectedly became disordered for an instant. Strange light burst from his eyes as he stared fixedly at the girl before him.

The next moment, this terrifying old man, who had always been crazed, unrestrained, and utterly without scruples, burst into wild laughter.

"Ha ha ha ha ha!!"

His lips split apart as he laughed, and his shriveled body wrapped in rags trembled like a branch. "A little girl still wet behind the ears actually dares to plot against this old man. How laughable that I, relying on this Dou Saint body, never once considered my own existence!"

"Good! Worthy of being his daughter. You are just like him—utterly mad, hahaha!"

Hun Xuzi laughed wildly, but his face darkened the next second as he said harshly, "But what makes you think this old man would abandon this Soul Imprint