Outside the great formation of the Soul Realm, experts gathered like clouds, blotting out the sky.
Neither the younger generation nor the senior members of the Soul Clan had ever seen such a spectacle.
Zhukun stood at the very front, the Ancient Void Dragon aura representing the Ancient Void Dragon Clan moving around him at will. Its violet-gold radiance seemed almost tangible.
Behind him, numerous experts stood side by side, likewise unleashing their techniques to forcefully attack the Soul Clan's protective formation.
The lineup behind Zhukun was equally extravagant: Nine-Star Dou Sheng Yan Jin, wrapped in blazing crimson flames; Nine-Star Dou Sheng Lei Ying, with thunder roaring around him; Eight-Star Dou Saint Xiao Yan, shadowed by black flames; and Eight-Star Dou Saint Qing Lin, whose emerald Three-Flower Eyes gleamed with eerie light.
This lineup, worthy of being called the continent's very best, was the confidence Xiao Yan had in leading his people to launch a surprise assault on the Soul Clan.
"Xiao Yan, you truly have a death wish, daring to barge into my Soul Clan."
Xiao Yan sneered, killing intent boiling within him. "You dared lay a hand on Xun Er, so I will never let you go. Today, I will make your Soul Clan pay the price!"
Then Xiao Yan looked toward Gu Yuan at the side. He showed no kindness whatsoever toward his father-in-law. "Gu Yuan, I never expected to see you here. I had thought you possessed at least some father-daughter affection for Xun Er, but I never imagined you could be so cold-blooded. You are utterly unworthy of being a father!"
Hearing this accusation, Gu Yuan was genuinely puzzled. His gaze had long since swept over Origin Return Manor's forces. Xiao Yan kept mentioning Xun Er, yet he had not seen that familiar graceful figure