Xiao Jin looked toward the voice and saw a man in black standing on one of the Bodhi Ancient Tree's branches. His black hair fell loose and unruly down his back, and his bearing was gentle and refined, like polished jade. From above, he was sizing up Xiao Jin and the others.
"Hun Yu?"
"Young Master Xiao truly has impressive skill. I thought a nameless nobody like me should have remained obscure. I didn't expect you to see through my identity at a glance." Hun Yu leaped down from the branch, a faint smile hanging at the corner of his mouth. He looked every inch the picture of an elegant young noble.
Xiao Jin sneered. "You? A nameless nobody? One of only two God-Grade Bloodline holders among the Soul Clan's younger generation. Anyone who competes with you ends up in a miserable state if they lose. It's said that since the day you were born, you've never suffered a single defeat. Every one of those things proves you're no nameless nobody."
Hun Yu could not help applauding. "It is truly my honor to be remembered by Young Master Xiao. Unfortunately, Young Master Xiao is destined to die here today. Otherwise, we might have shared wine and pleasant conversation. Perhaps we could even have become friends?"
Xiao Jin grinned. "I'll die here? With just this trash?"
Hun Yu laughed loudly. "Of course I know that these puppets alone definitely can't keep Young Master Xiao here. You are a powerhouse who could exchange blows with Lord Void and still retreat unharmed. Naturally, sheer numbers won't work on you."
Immediately after, his gaze turned sinister and cruel. "Unfortunately, a control technique was planted on you long ago. The moment the Bodhi Ancient Tree wills it, you'll become just like them—a puppet who only