Protector Wu recalled the terror of being brutally beaten by Liuli back then, and for an instant, he had the urge to flee with his companions.
Yun Shan noticed his strange reaction and discreetly transmitted his voice, "Protector Wu, what's wrong?"
Protector Wu came back to his senses and gave a vague reply. "There's a Dou Zong expert on their side whom I know. It's nothing serious."
After all, that lord was still here. If that woman made a move, he would certainly step in as well.
At that moment, Xiao Yan replied, "You cut off one of my fingers back then. Today, I'll cut off your head! As for my Master, you are no longer worthy of being his opponent."
The red glow in Protector Wu's eyes sharpened as he shouted harshly, "Arrogant brat! Do you think the Soul Hall is so easily provoked? With just those few Dou Zongs of yours, you're nothing more than slightly bigger grasshoppers before us!"
As he spoke, Protector Wu broke into another sinister cackle. "And your beloved father is living quite comfortably in our Soul Hall!"
Xiao Yan's smile vanished. His eyes became incomparably fierce, and killing intent surged from his voice. "One day, I will uproot your Soul Hall and execute every last one of you pests poisoning this continent!"
"Heh heh, anyone can spout the ravings of a fool. But..." Protector Wu smiled mockingly, then spread his arms and shouted, "Today will be the day you, Xiao Yan, are buried!"
As his words fell, Yun Lan Peak began to tremble slightly. A Stone Gate in the Back Mountain suddenly opened, and clusters of Dark Mist continuously poured out, flying toward the main hall plaza.
The Dark Mist kept gathering, eventually forming seven black mist figures identical to Protector Wu, who