Soul Realm, Soul Cutting Hall.
Outside the main hall, every guard was clad in armor and armed to the teeth, their gazes incomparably stern. Anyone attempting to pass through this place would be driven away at once.
With Mo Yu and the others absent, the Soul Cutting Hall had seemingly returned to its former silence and severity, without a trace of clamor.
Yet apart from Mo Yu and the others, the most important reason was the hall's master himself—
Hun Miesheng was about to break through!
After the Gu War, Hun Ruoruo's faction became the greatest beneficiary, while the two Ninth-grade Pills lavishly wagered by Old Man Yao and Hun Xuzi remained a topic people relished discussing even now.
But no one knew that the pill Old Man Yao had wagered actually belonged to Hun Miesheng!
In other words, that priceless treasure won from the wager could be said to have been obtained entirely because of him!
Of course, Hun Miesheng had never been one to crave glory or achievement. He did not choose to be overly greedy, merely retrieving his own share from Old Man Yao before beginning secluded cultivation within the Soul Cutting Hall.
"You mean Mo Yu and the others acted under your instructions?"
Within the hall, Hun Ruoruo sat quietly in her seat, looking at the man before her who radiated Saintly might.
"To be precise, it was Clan Leader's intention," Hun Miesheng replied in a deep voice.
At that moment, he was not kneeling on one knee. Instead, he sat cross-legged in the center of the main hall, his aura fluctuating between strong and weak. He had clearly reached the critical stage of his breakthrough.
"You should know that the reputation of our Soul Clan is far from good among the Eight Clans. Even at