Soul Hall Master!
Four simple words, yet they carried a prestige across the Central Plains that few could rival. Though that reputation had been built upon countless bloody massacres, aside from the newly risen Heavenly Mansion Alliance and the Heaven Network, no force dared openly display hostility toward them. The Hun Clan was certainly one reason, but his own deterrence was just as significant.
In that distant era, the Soul Hall Master had once slaughtered dozens of sects in a single night. That night, blood flowed like rivers and corpses carpeted the ground. Five peak experts who had reached the Two-Star Dou Saint level all met miserable deaths at his hands.
That night established the Soul Hall Master's vicious renown and made Soul Hall the overt overlord of the Central Plains. Even the Dan Tower did not dare oppose it lightly!
At this moment, however, the formidable figure whose vicious name had once intimidated the entire Central Plains floated quietly in the air. His gaze resembled that of an old monk in meditation, utterly devoid of ripples. Whether the surrounding gazes held reverence or hatred, he never shifted his eyes because of them.
Xiao Yan narrowed his eyes as he stared at the figure. The faint soul fluctuations emanating from the latter's body were exactly the same as those of the powerful soul Xiao Yan had encountered a few days ago.
As Xiao Yan watched the Soul Hall Master, the latter seemed to notice his gaze. He slowly turned his head, his ancient-well-still eyes settling on Xiao Yan. After examining him from head to toe, he said indifferently, "The fallen Xiao Clan actually produced such a talented clansman. That is indeed a failure on the part of Soul Hall..."
"Hall Master, this boy is far too cunning. Though we did