Slashing the Heavens

Feng Xian spoke with both worry and helplessness.

Xiao Yan gazed at the beautiful distant mountains, and the look in his eyes gradually hardened.

"Master is troubled, senior brother is gone, and now the Hall of Souls has stirred up another bloody storm!"

Xiao Yan clenched his fists, his voice steadily rising.

"Martial Uncle, I'll fight this battle!"

"As long as I live, the Hall of Souls' plans will never succeed!"

Back then, senior disciple brother had swept across the continent and shattered the Hall of Souls' foundations. Now that the Hall of Souls had returned, as Han Feng's junior disciple, he could likewise crush them once more!

Looking at the high-spirited Xiao Yan, Feng Xian finally realized that he was no longer the weak young man who had come from the Northwest Continent.

This era truly produced heroes in abundance.

Stone Clan.

Han Feng came here alone.

He had already received the token Xiao Yan had crushed earlier. However, he had not gone there personally, only dispatching a group of puppets to secretly protect Starfall Pavilion.

With those puppets there, Starfall Pavilion would not fall.

Han Feng believed that Xiao Yan could handle the remaining troubles himself.

He was about to embark on a road of no return. His chances of success were exceedingly slim, but he had no choice but to walk it.

Starfall Pavilion needed someone capable of stepping forward and shouldering the burden.

Mu Qingluan could not be that person. Without extraordinary opportunities and fortuitous encounters, she could only serve as an assistant, unable to take command of the whole situation.

Only Xiao Yan, Xiao Xuan's inheritor, possessed the ability and the qualifications to stabilize the situation.

Han Feng looked at the ripples rising in the distance.

Members of the Soul Clan had secretly infiltrated