Soul Realm
Space silently split open, and Hun Tiandi stumbled out from the rift. His aura was in disarray, and his gray-white robes had been torn apart in several places by razor-sharp Sword Qi. Most striking of all was the bone-deep wound on his left shoulder. Its edges were incomparably smooth, as though an utterly sharp force had pierced through it in an instant. Faint specks of white lingered deep within the wound, fiercely clashing with the vast Dou Qi inside Hun Tiandi's body and preventing it from healing. Every time his Dou Qi circulated through the meridians at that spot, it brought piercing agony. His once refined and handsome face, gentle as jade and carrying a scholarly air, was now covered in dark clouds. His eyes, once capable of seeing through people's hearts, held the sinister gloom of a deep abyss and suppressed fury.
During the Yao Realm expedition, the Soul Clan had not only failed to achieve its goal of destroying the Yao Clan, but had also lost Hun Tu, one of the Four Demon Saints. Hun Tiandi himself had thoroughly experienced Gongsun Lin's overbearing Sword Qi during their fierce battle in the void. Such injuries were nothing to a peak nine-star Dou Saint like him, yet they constantly reminded him of the setbacks in his plans and deeply wounded his pride.
"Hun Tiandi, you need to give me an explanation!" A voice filled with suppressed rage and grievance rang out. Nihility Devouring Flame's massive body of black fire churned violently nearby. The face formed from Black Flame twisted hideously as he spoke with venomous resentment. "This is the ally you found? Although we suffered losses at the time, the situation was still favorable. Why did we retreat? That bitch even used such humiliating means against me."
Hun