Three figures slowly emerged from the black mist. One of them wore a black robe, and there was nothing remarkable about his face. He looked utterly ordinary, like any common man. Even the hands extending from his sleeves were somewhat rough. Yet this seemingly ordinary figure made the vast majority of those present hold their breath, their eyes filled with gravity and apprehension...
Soul Hall Master!
These simple four words carried incomparable renown throughout the Central Continent. Though that reputation had been amassed through endless bloodshed, aside from the newly risen Heavenly Mansion Alliance, no faction dared openly display hostility toward them. Of course, this was partly because of the Hun Clan, but it was also because of his own intimidation.
In that distant era, the Soul Hall Master had once slaughtered dozens of sects in a single night. That night, blood flowed like rivers and corpses covered the ground. Even five peak experts at the level of two-star Dou Saints had perished miserably at his hands.
That night established the Soul Hall Master's fearsome reputation and made Soul Hall the openly acknowledged overlord of the Central Continent. Even the Pill Tower did not dare easily contend against it!
At this moment, this formidable figure, whose vicious name had once shaken the entire Central Continent, floated quietly in the sky. His gaze was like that of an old monk in meditation, without the slightest ripple. Whether the gazes directed at him held reverence or hatred, his eyes never shifted because of them.
"Soul Hall Master..."
Xiao Yan narrowed his eyes as he looked at the figure. The faint soul fluctuations emanating from the latter were exactly the same as those of the powerful soul Xiao Yan had encountered several days ago.
As Xiao Yan stared at the Soul Hall Master...