Hun Yu did not understand.
Why was everyone talking about the Xiao-Soul War as though the Ancient Tree Secret Realm spelled certain doom for the Soul Clan?
A thousand years ago, the Clan Leader had led a massive army to the borders and begun the final battle against the Xiao Clan. From then on, the title of number one in the world had changed hands. Wherever the Soul Clan went, the six clans fled as if from snakes and scorpions.
That realm of dominating the world, feared by gods and ghosts alike, still seemed vividly before his eyes.
Yet now, a mere remnant of the Xiao Clan, only a little over twenty years old, had destroyed several Soul Halls in one stroke. Even Hun Ya and Hun Li, the Soul Clan's top Heavenly Prodigies, had all fallen by his hand.
How could he endure this?!
Thinking of this, Hun Yu slowly opened his eyes. His bleary gaze gradually focused, locking onto Xiao Yan.
"My Soul Clan has spent a thousand years sharpening one sword. Now that this sword has been drawn, unless it sees blood, it is destined never to return peacefully to its sheath."
Hun Yu's eyes were icy as he declared proudly, word by word, "A thousand years against twenty. Xiao Yan, do you dare receive this edge?"
Across from him, the man he regarded as his greatest enemy did not become angry. Instead, his expression turned somewhat strange.
"If you want to fight, then fight."
Xiao Yan's expression was odd. He had long been troubled by the lack of worthy opponents among his peers. If Hun Yu truly agreed, he would be delighted beyond measure.
"Hmph, are you afraid? Fine."
Seeing that Xiao Yan did not reveal the slightest aura, Hun Yu sneered and said coolly, "First