The Soul Hall Master shot out like a ghost, the aura of a Five-Star Dou Saint wrapped in dense black mist as he lunged straight for Xiao Ze's back.
He had calculated that Xiao Ze was using all his strength to suppress the White-Robed Figure and wanted to seize the chance to launch a sneak attack and take away the Demonic Flame's source.
But just as his palm was about to touch Xiao Ze, Xiao Ze seemed to have grown eyes on the back of his head. Without even turning around, he struck backward with a palm.
Two terrifying forces collided in midair. The black mist was instantly torn apart by the other party's Dou Qi, and the Soul Hall Master felt as if he had suffered a heavy blow. His entire body flew backward and smashed hard into the rocks beside the magma, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.
He lifted his head in disbelief. "You were prepared all along?"
"To deal with trash like you who only knows how to sneak attack, why would I need to divide my attention?" Xiao Ze sneered. The pressure of a peak Seven-Star Dou Saint around him surged once more, locking firmly onto the Soul Hall Master like an invisible giant hand.
"Back outside the Demonic Flame Space, you were already coveting the Demonic Flame. And now you still dare make a move. Do you really think my Xiao Tribe is so easy to bully?"
The Soul Hall Master's face turned livid. He had not expected Xiao Ze's perception to be so sharp, and even less had he expected that his strength as a Five-Star Dou Saint would be so pitifully weak before Xiao Ze.
He struggled to his feet as the Soul Qi within his body surged madly. The