Soul Hall's Destruction

Clang!

A piercing clash of metal suddenly rang out!

As the smoke slowly dispersed, a bony palm stretched out before Old Man Hun Mo, firmly gripping Xiao Chen's grotesquely oversized Blood Axe in its palm.

Hun Qianmo had finally arrived!

Hum!

Space rippled slightly as Hun Qianmo, who had reached out to block the attack, strode out of the void.

The old figure curled his lips slightly, revealing two rows of ghastly white teeth. With a cold smile, he said, "You want to kill my man? Did you ask me?"

"Heh, what a pity."

Xiao Chen licked his lips with his scarlet tongue. He did not linger in battle; with a twist of his forearm, he pulled the Blood Axe free from Hun Qianmo's palm, then turned and retreated.

The entire sequence was crisp and decisive!

Hun Qianmo casually withdrew his hand into his wide sleeve, inconspicuously flexing the palm that was still numb and trembling.

Even though Xiao Chen was a Late Five-Star Dou Sheng and he was a Late Six-Star Dou Sheng, with a full star's difference between them, it had still been somewhat overconfident of him to receive Xiao Chen's Dou Technique barehanded. It did not feel good.

But the Soul Clan had already fought three consecutive matches against Sky Mansion and lost all three. If he did not appear more imposing now, they might not even be able to leave later.

One must not forget that Sky Mansion had a full thirty-five Dou Sheng experts.

Hmph!

Watching Xiao Chen's departing back, Hun Qianmo snorted heavily.

If that fellow had dared to press his advantage before him just now, he would have killed him outright.

Hun Qianmo slowly lowered his head and looked indifferently at Old Man Hun Mo, who lay in the crater. "Hun Mo, if