Meanwhile, at the place where the man in the splendid robe and the others had died, several hundred black-clad men appeared. They sealed off the entire valley, each radiating a powerful aura; at the very least, they possessed cultivation at the As-You-Will Realm.
There were even dozens of Divine Ability Realm cultivators. This was an immensely powerful force—the true elite of Soul Hall.
Among this group stood a two-meter-tall middle-aged man with a square face. His body was so fat and round that he resembled a ball, and he looked as though he weighed at least a ton.
He carried an air of innate superiority, as if he had long been accustomed to looking down upon others from on high.
The black-clad men around him surrounded him like fiercely loyal subordinates. None of them even dared breathe too loudly, afraid of angering this middle-aged man.
This middle-aged man was none other than Chang Shisheng, the Hall Master of Soul Hall, a peak Divine Ability Realm cultivator!
His face was currently grim to the extreme, dark clouds gathering overhead as his eyes fixed fiercely upon the corpses laid on the ground and the words carved into a huge boulder nearby.
"Wu Taidou, the killer? What a Wu Taidou! My son was slaughtered by him?!" Chang Shisheng's face was as dark as a storm cloud. Enraged beyond measure, he let out a furious roar.
A terrifying psychic storm immediately erupted from his body and swept in all directions. The black-clad men nearby staggered back again and again, their internal organs severely injured by the shock as blood seeped from the corners of their mouths.
With his body as the center, the ground itself was blasted into a crater several miles wide. Countless cracks appeared with sharp cracking sounds, stretching more than ten