Hun Ruoruo had not lied.
To fulfill the final wish of that Spirit Clan remnant soul, she had even shown mercy and allowed it to recount its boundless fury and hatred toward the Soul Clan before all members of the Eight Clans.
After all, the Xiao Clan had perished. By rights, the unification of the Eight Clans should have been the Soul Clan's crime and ambition.
Unfortunately, not only had the Ancient Clan picked up the Soul Clan's spoils and claimed the Xiao Clan's inheritance for themselves, they had also set their sights on the title of ruler of the Eight Clans and publicized it far and wide.
Since they loved picking up the garbage the Soul Clan had left behind so much, they could hardly blame anyone for making them bear this black pot on the Soul Clan's behalf.
Right?
Hun Ruoruo stood quietly with a smile, like a secluded orchid, seemingly unaffected by the earth-shattering explosion.
Not far before her, the expressions of the Ancient Clan's Heavenly Prodigies, including the high-ranking elders, had twisted to the extreme. Their earlier complacency was utterly gone, and they looked as vicious as Fierce Ghosts.
One side was the leader of the righteous path, the other an enchantress of the evil path. Yet the righteous and evil factions that had once stood opposed now resembled a muddied dye vat, impossible to distinguish from one another.
"AAAAAHHHH!!!"
Massive explosions rang out one after another. Gu Hua, standing at the very center, was almost instantly swallowed by the bizarre blood explosion, letting out a shriek so miserable it scarcely sounded human.
"Elders! Clan elders!! Save me, save me!!"
Gu Hua roared like a beast. His entire body was drenched in blood, and his skin had already been corroded by the blood explosion from that