"Why wouldn't it be me?" Hun Feng's voice rang out.
Hun Feng was so familiar to Lei Dong because, among the younger generation of the Eight Ancient Clans, he was the only one Lei Dong had no absolute confidence in defeating. Hun Feng was also the most mysterious and unfathomable figure among the Soul Clan's younger generation.
It was said that if not for the insistence of certain old fellows, Hun Feng would have long since become the Soul Clan's Young Clan Chief. This also reflected from the side that, like Lei Dong, Hun Feng was no longer merely a prodigy; he was already truly capable of interfering in the clan's core affairs.
The two had exchanged blows several times over the years, but each encounter had ended inconclusively. Neither could easily determine a victor, and the likely outcome was mutual destruction—or at the very least, both suffering serious injuries and damage to their foundations.
This was unacceptable to the elders of the Thunder Clan and Soul Clan who had placed great hopes on them. They had been painstakingly nurtured; how could they be allowed to suffer losses so easily? After advancing to Dou Sheng, the two had never fought one-on-one again. Thus, even they themselves could not say for certain who was stronger.
But upon seeing Hun Feng now, Lei Dong's vigilance rose to its peak.
Still, he grinned and mocked, "I never expected the mighty Young Lord of the Soul Clan, Hun Feng, to rely on the Spirit Clan's quota and sneak into the Heavenly Tomb like a rat. What, is the Soul Clan's honor so worthless in the eyes of its Young Lord?"
Hun Feng did not grow angry. He raised a slender, fair finger and tapped his forehead. "Ah, Lei Dong, Lei Dong. You really do