Soul Hall Vice Hall Master

The figure that appeared before Lin Ming was completely shrouded in a dense, strange black mist so thick it could not be dispersed.

The black mist seemed alive, slowly flowing and churning around his body as it released an icy aura that made souls tremble.

Through the layers of fog, only two exceedingly sinister gazes, like ghost fire, could vaguely be seen. They pierced through the mist like tangible ice cones and locked firmly onto Lin Ming, sending chills through everyone's hearts!

Amid the deathly stillness that had fallen with his arrival, his cold voice—cold enough to freeze one's soul and utterly devoid of human emotion—slowly rang out with lofty, unquestionable authority and towering fury.

The voice was not loud, yet it seemed to contain some strange power of law. Every word struck the hearts of every living being present like an invisible sledgehammer, making even the surrounding space tremble slightly:

"Lin Ming... and the Ancient Void Dragon Clan, is that it? You truly have some nerve!"

His words fell, and the black mist around him slowly rippled apart to either side like a curtain, finally revealing his true face.

It was an exceptionally pale face, utterly bloodless, like the withered skeleton of a corpse long buried in a sunless grave.

His face did not look old. His skin was smooth and even carried a trace of youthful tenderness, yet the vicissitudes and ruthlessness settled within his eyes, along with the sinister tone of his voice that seemed to come from the Nine Nether Yellow Springs, made everyone understand that the true age hidden beneath that shell was certainly far greater than his appearance suggested!

Seeing this and recalling his memories, Lin Ming immediately understood. This man was likely the Soul Hall's highly esteemed Vice Hall Master, second only to