With two Dou Zun experts charging in at full force, the Soul Hall branch, now without Honored Elder to hold the fort, instantly became a lamb waiting to be slaughtered. It could barely muster even a semblance of resistance.
In an instant, shrill screams rang through the skies like wailing ghosts. The Soul Hall Protectors, who had been so arrogant moments earlier, now fell in swathes like stubble swept by a violent gale, their blood staining every inch of the hall.
The slaughter was immense in scale, its din echoing throughout the entire Dead Soul Mountain Range.
Even those some distance away could sense that something earth-shattering was happening in the Dead Soul Mountain Range.
But they didn't dare approach, and could only feel the murderous aura from afar.
Xiao Ze kept his eyes fixed on the great hall below. Even after every last one of them had been slaughtered, he still didn't see any reinforcements from the Soul Hall, and couldn't help sighing.
"What a pity."
"Xiao Ze, all those belonging to the Soul Hall have been dealt with."
After finishing the job, Yao Lao and Feng Xian returned. Both wore barely restrained exhilaration between their brows, with the heat of battle still lingering in their eyes.
From the look of them, that fierce battle had clearly let them vent all the pent-up frustration in their chests.
In the past, with the Soul Hall's mysterious comings and goings, tracking it down and wiping it out in one fell swoop would have been almost impossible.
On top of that, the Soul Hall had quite a few Honored Elders of its own. Ordinary forces simply wouldn't have the nerve to provoke it.
But this time, the Soul Hall had clearly miscalculated, all because Xiao Ze had stepped in to help.
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