"That brat is simply too monstrous. He's clearly only an Eight-Star Dou Saint, yet the aura he's erupted with is probably not much weaker than the clan leader's." Hun Miesheng finally stopped calling him a bastard every other sentence. Xiao Jin's immense power had made him realize that this young man was far beyond what he could handle.
Feng Qing'er's expression was equally ugly. She had thought that after enduring so much suffering back then and devoting herself to arduous cultivation all these years, she had finally gained the strength to defeat Xiao Jin after completely fusing that ancestor's remains into her body and raising her cultivation to the Nine-Star Dou Saint Middle Stage.
But now, it seemed that everything had merely been her own fantasy.
If they truly fought one-on-one, she would probably suffer a crushing defeat.
Just as everyone's thoughts varied, the taciturn Eight-Star Dou Saint suddenly spoke. "Let's act. Although the Purifying Demonic Lotus Flame is important, it isn't indispensable to our clan. But if we let that brat continue growing, I'm afraid that even the clan leader won't be his match in the future."
Only then did everyone suddenly come to their senses.
It did seem to make sense.
How old was this brat this year?
At most, he was just over thirty, right?
To possess strength comparable to Soul Heaven Emperor at just over thirty—if he were allowed to grow for a few more years, could he perhaps even reach that legendary Dou Emperor Realm?
If that day truly came, given Xiao Jin's attitude toward the Soul Clan and the Heaven Demon Phoenix Clan, everyone here would die without a burial place!
Feng Qing'er narrowed her beautiful eyes and launched the first attack.
The Soul Clan's five Eight-Star Dou Saints followed close behind. The five