Emperor Soul Art!

Soul Clan, Tower of Grievance.

A bare-chested figure sat withered atop the tower. Endless rays of light poured forth from Soul Sun, bathing his body.

With every breath, soul power so dense it had reached the extreme surged from his mouth and nose, as though it would ignite the very next second.

"Enter."

The seated figure's expression did not change. Though his lips did not move, a faint Soul Voice spread through the air, booming in the ears like a great bell.

As the words fell, a handsome young man silently appeared, his eyes filled with apprehension.

"You madman. After all these years, you're still this terrifying."

His expression was grave, his face slightly pale, as though merely standing before the other man made it difficult for him to breathe.

"Hehe."

The seated figure slowly raised his head, revealing an exceptionally ordinary face. His smile was calm. "Hun Yu, I am merely a common man. Why call me terrifying?"

"Hmph, a common man? If you, Hun Feng, were a common man, then the Soul Clan's Heavenly Prodigies who competed for the Young Clan Leader position would not have been slaughtered until I was the only one left!" Hun Yu's handsome face twisted faintly.

The man before him was none other than the current Young Clan Leader, Hun Feng.

As the unshakable number one among the Soul Clan's younger generation, Hun Feng's vicious reputation had been forged entirely through slaughter. During the selection back then, he had personally killed nearly ten Soul Clan Heavenly Prodigies of comparable talent, leaving only Hun Yu barely capable of contending with him.

This matter had undoubtedly alarmed the Saint level experts.

A clan elder whose cultivation had reached the Half-Saint realm had personally flown into a thunderous rage and sought to punish Hun Feng. Yet