Xiao Ze looked at the Soul Hall Master, and a cold smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.
The seven terrifying pressures around him suddenly surged. Vast Dou Qi spread like a tide, and wherever it passed, the air seemed to freeze; even the heat waves steaming from the milky-white desert in the distance were pressed into stillness for an instant.
The black mist around the Soul Hall Master was sent churning violently by that pressure. At last, a flicker of shock flashed through his calm, ancient-well-like eyes, and he instinctively drove his Dou Qi to resist.
Two terrifying auras collided in midair. There was no earth-shaking boom, yet every expert present felt their hearts sink.
In this confrontation, the Soul Hall Master was actually no match for Xiao Ze!
"The Soul Hall slaughtered the living beings of the Central Plains and abducted alchemists. I have yet to settle that blood debt with you."
Xiao Ze's voice carried through his Dou Qi and spread across the entire area, every word heavy with power. "If you intend to lay a hand on the Purifying Demonic Lotus Flame today, I don't mind ending you on the spot!"
The Soul Hall Master's rough hands slowly clenched, and faint energy ripples came from within the black mist.
He had run rampant across the Central Plains for a thousand years, and aside from the top experts of the ancient races, no one had ever dared to challenge him so openly in public!
Yet now, he was being threatened by a Xiao Clan that had already been crippled a thousand years ago?
Truly, fortunes could change with time; one should never look down on...
Seeing this, the black-robed man beside him had a fierce glint flash through his pitch-black eyes. The aura of a late