Xiao Ze lifted his eyes at the sound, his gaze piercing the twisted space in the center of the hall like a sharp sword.
As black mist surged, five black-robed figures slowly took shape. Each was surrounded by a pressure no weaker than that of a Dou Sheng Expert.
The hooded leader fixed his shadowy eyes on Xiao Ze, his voice cold as frost. "You remnants of the Xiao Tribe actually dare to take the lead in forming some 'Nine Heavens Alliance'? Do you truly think my Soul Hall is nothing?"
"The Soul Hall Vice Master?" The Pill Tower Grand Elder leaned forward slightly, his aged hand resting on the arm of his stone chair. The space in the hall trembled. "You only dare send five avatars to bluster, and you still dare come here to bluster?"
The black-mist figure in the lead let out a cackling laugh. "Elder Lin, you do have a sharp eye. But five avatars are more than enough to deal with a rabble like you."
"Xiao Ze, if you obediently hand over the Ancient Jade passed down by the Xiao Tribe, this hall might spare the rest of the Alliance!"
"Otherwise, we'll trample the Xiao Tribe today and wipe out the Nine Heavens Alliance as soon as it's formed!"
"Outrageous!" Fire Cloud Ancestor shot to his feet and slammed the table, a crimson fireball swelling in his palm. "I still haven't settled the score for the Soul Hall's ambush on me all those years ago, and now you dare come here and run wild!"
Xiao Ze raised a hand to stop the others. Dou Qi stirred quietly around him, and purple-gold Heavenly Flames flickered at his fingertips. "The Soul Hall's tricks amount to no more than trying to intimidate us while the Alliance is newly