Pill Tower Ancestor, Victory!

"Yan, well done. Now that Hun Miesheng is dead, every high-ranking member of the Soul Hall has been wiped out. Even if the Soul Hall sends experts to rebuild it later, it will no longer be the Soul Hall it once was."

Yao Chen looked over his disciple before him and praised him.

"Have the other two battles not ended yet?"

Xiao Yan smiled faintly.

"Not yet. Yours was the fastest match, but Old Ancestor's battle seems to be nearing its end as well."

Yao Chen pointed toward the sky.

Xiao Yan followed Yao Chen's gesture and looked over, only to see a temporary space casually torn open by a Six-Star Dou Sheng expert high in the air.

Even with an entire layer of space between them, overwhelming energy fluctuations still spread outward. The constantly leaking destructive force showed that the battle had already reached its climax.

Just as Xiao Yan focused intently on that spot, a thunderous explosion suddenly rang out from high above.

"Boom!!!"

The fragile temporary space suddenly shattered violently, and a figure was sent flying backward from within.

Immediately afterward, another figure drifted over lightly. Compared with the first, he appeared far more composed.

"Cough, cough."

Hun Qianmo, who had been violently blasted backward, barely managed to steady himself in midair. Unwilling to admit defeat, he forcibly swallowed the mouthful of blood that had risen to his lips.

The Snake-Head Cane that Hun Qianmo had never parted with was nowhere to be seen. It had likely been shattered during the fierce battle.

"Haha, Hun Qianmo, I won this round. It seems you will not be taking me back to the Soul Clan this time."

Pill Tower Ancestor stood with his hands behind his back, smiling calmly.

"Cough, cough. I never expected you to have already reached