Tuoshe Ancient Emperor

What powerful Soul Power!

Xiao Xuan's voice rang through the empty space, filled with shock.

Han Feng's figure had already solidified, appearing not far in front of Xiao Xuan.

His expression was calm as he slightly cupped his hands toward the Xiao Clan ancestor who had once astonished an entire era. "This junior, Han Feng, pays respects to Senior Xiao Xuan."

His tone was gentle and carried the proper respect, yet the disparity rooted in the very essence of their souls made Xiao Xuan clearly feel an indescribable sense of oppression.

It was as though the person standing before him was not merely a "junior."

"Han Feng, so it was you."

Xiao Xuan's illusory figure looked Han Feng up and down, the astonishment in his eyes lingering for a long time. "When that child Xiao Yan mentioned you to me, I knew you were no ordinary person. Seeing you today... you have indeed surpassed all expectations. Even I, in my prime, was far inferior to you in this realm of the soul."

Han Feng gently shook his head. "You flatter me, Senior. This junior was merely fortunate enough to have taken a few more steps than others. When Senior Xiao Xuan charged toward the Dou Di realm and fought the three Soul Clan elites alone, your courage and strength were the true legend."

"A legend?"

At those words, Xiao Xuan revealed an incomparably bitter, self-mocking smile. That smile contained a thousand years of regret and unwillingness. "What legend... I was merely arrogant and overestimated myself. In the end, I caused my clan's bloodline to be severed and my people to be slaughtered... I am nothing but a sinner!"

His voice sank low, carrying endless desolation. "I, Xiao Xuan... am the greatest sinner of the Xiao Clan!"

Seeing the deep guilt