The Soul Clan Has Always Fought Like This!

The Eight Clans becoming one?

At those words, Hun Ruoruo's brows furrowed slightly, and she rarely appeared somewhat distracted.

A thousand years of decline, a clan on the verge of collapse.

The Xiao Clan was gone, and the Ancient Clan had done nothing.

Anyone who could say such things and face the consequences without fear was undoubtedly a true Dou Saint powerhouse!

And a Dou Saint from one of the Eight Clans!

Before the Soul Clan's true foundations had been revealed, only the Ancient Clan had been publicly recognized as the strongest among the Eight Clans. Even the Ancient Clan itself had believed that to be true.

Yet the lingering remnant of a Dou Saint within the Soul Fire dared to openly condemn the Ancient Clan for its inaction and even utter such shocking words as "the Eight Clans shall become one."

One could imagine just how desperate that person had become.

"Could it be..."

Hun Ruoruo's eyes grew brighter and brighter.

Though she spoke in question, her expression showed that she had already formed her own guess.

"Little Miss?" Hun Ya, unable to contain himself any longer, cautiously asked in a low voice.

"What is it?" Hun Ruoruo had already regained her calm.

Seeing that, Hun Ya finally relaxed somewhat and said with an awkward laugh, "I misjudged the situation earlier. Since Blood Beasts are dwelling here, the Blood Pool naturally could not have dried up. It should not be far from our current location."

Although Hun Ya did not know why the Blood Pool, which should have dried up, had suddenly regained vitality and even birthed such rare creatures as Blood Beasts, there was clearly no need to dwell on it when there was profit to be gained.

There were too many monks and too little gruel. One