Return to Central Plains

Xiao Tribe ancestral land.

"How did this battle feel?"

Xiao Xuan smiled at the Xiao Tribe's higher-ups.

Several of them exchanged excited glances. Xiao Zhan slammed his fist on the table and said, "We wiped out five of Soul Hall's Heavenly Venerables in a single battle. That was satisfying."

"Now that seven of Soul Hall's Nine Great Heavenly Sovereigns are gone, they can scrap that title altogether."

Xiao Yan curled his lip disdainfully.

"Hehe, look, this was precisely why I allowed you to join the battle. Once you reach Central Plains, you will encounter many of the continent's true peak experts. Even Dou Sheng powerhouses are everywhere."

"This battle was mainly meant to build your confidence. Even Soul Hall, one of Central Plains' top organizations, is nothing special. The Xiao Tribe can still beat them into dead dogs. With confidence, you will not completely lose your drive for progress upon meeting peak experts."

"As for the top Dou Sheng powerhouses of the other Emperor Clans, us old fellows who have lived for thousands of years will handle them. You need not be discouraged. Once you arrive in Central Plains, all you need to do is quietly accumulate strength and gather enough power for the Xiao Tribe's revival."

Xiao Xuan tapped the table and smiled.

"Alright, if there is nothing else, go make your preparations. It is time for us to set out for Central Plains."

Xiao Xuan swept his gaze over everyone and instructed them.

"Yes, Lord Xiao Xuan!"

Everyone rose and shouted.

That night, a Heavenly Palace phantom drifted over Wutan City once again. Under cover of darkness, it silently swallowed Wutan City before vanishing into the void and speeding toward Central Plains.

The news that Wutan City and the Xiao Tribe had completely disappeared from the Jia Ma