The palm strike that had seemed certain to succeed was disrupted once again. The Soul Hall Master's expression darkened as he stared straight behind Xiao Yan. There, a plainly dressed figure stood quietly. Though this person looked utterly ordinary, his aura was unfathomable, making it difficult to discern his true strength.
"Who are you?"
The Soul Hall Master's eyes darkened as he barked out the question. Though his status within the Hun Clan was not low, he was far too removed from Xiao Xuan's era. Naturally, there was no way he could recognize at a glance that the person before him was Blood Axe Xiao Chen, who had once possessed considerable fame within the Xiao Clan.
"Ancestor Xiao Chen."
Xiao Yan quickly recovered his senses. Seeing Xiao Chen finally make a move, he quietly let out a sigh of relief. From the moment they had escaped the illusion until now, this former elder of the Xiao Clan had never acted. No matter how fierce Xiao Yan's battles became, he had remained hidden nearby. But now that Xiao Yan had truly reached a critical moment, he had no choice but to step in.
Xiao Chen waved his hand. His nature had always been solitary and taciturn, and he had no desire to say much at a time like this. He merely stepped forward and slowly walked before Xiao Yan, his gaze fixed upon the Soul Hall Master opposite him. In a hoarse voice, he said, "He is from the Hun Clan too, isn't he?"
Xiao Yan nodded slightly.
"Then kill him..."
Hearing Xiao Chen's low voice, Xiao Yan felt a faint chill in his heart. He cast a somewhat strange glance at Xiao Chen's back. Only now did he realize that he had never truly seen through this ancestor's real strength.