If You Don't Want to Be a Dog, You Can Only Become an Imperial Daughter

In an instant, formless black mist coiled through the air, piercing the Dou Qi barrier and madly corroding the world around them.

Grass, trees, sand, stones—even the faces of the Saints that had replaced the sun and hung reflected in the sky—were gradually swallowed by the black mist, as though even light itself would be cut off.

Everyone from the Soul Clan present had seen the world and possessed insight far beyond ordinary people; they were peerless Heavenly Prodigies. Yet this incomprehensible sight still made them feel as though they had fallen into an ice pit, as if some immense terror were descending upon them.

This terror came from the deepest depths of the soul. It could not be resisted, nor could it be resisted.

Not even by members of the Soul Clan!

Hun Ya's face turned deathly pale. The uncontrollable palpitations made his legs tremble nonstop, and he nearly collapsed to his knees.

"How can this be possible?" he forced out through gritted teeth.

All along, everyone, including Hun Ya, had believed that Hun Yu, who had lost in the previous Gu War, was a cowardly piece of trash who feared death. They had even believed that he had disgraced the Soul Clan.

Thus, when they learned that Hun Yu had been placed on the second-tier list, second only to Hun Ruoruo and Hun Feng, most of them had felt nothing but disdain. They had never intended to regard him as an opponent.

After all, in the Soul Clan's ingrained beliefs, death was not terrifying. Dying in pursuit of gain was instead an incomparably glorious thing.

But now, after witnessing Hun Feng's methods, Hun Ya finally understood just how absurdly wrong they had been.

Death truly was not terrifying.

But if one died at Hun Feng's hands, death would