Hun Miesheng

The other two were likewise clad in black robes. One of them was Saint Hun You, whom Xie Tianxiao knew well and had fought on the Northwestern Continent.

As for the last man, his face looked utterly ordinary, with nothing remarkable about it. The hands sliding from his sleeves were especially rough, covered in thick calluses.

"Five-Star Dou Sheng. You must be Hun Miesheng, the master of the Soul Hall."

Xie Tianxiao narrowed his eyes as he studied the figures before speaking to the black-robed man whose aura seemed no different from that of an ordinary person.

If he had guessed correctly, aside from Hun Miesheng, the Hall Master, and Hun You, who was a Three-Star Dou Sheng, the remaining one was the Great Heaven Venerable among the Soul Hall's Nine Great Venerables.

"Devouring Owl Saint."

That was indeed the case, but Hun Miesheng did not answer Xie Tianxiao's question. Only a deep gravity appeared in his placid, ancient-well-like eyes.

The fact that Xie Tianxiao had dispersed his attack and seen through his concealed strength at a glance meant his opponent was at least a late Four-Star Dou Sheng, perhaps even an expert on the same level as himself.

Adding in the Three Mysterious Changes of Heavenly Flame, which could raise his opponent's strength, and the female Dou Sheng at his side, taking down Devouring Owl Saint would likely cost them dearly.

Fortunately, as long as they held him back, there presumably would be no further problems afterward.

As Hun Miesheng's thoughts turned, Xie Tianxiao's lips curled in faint mockery. "Couldn't resist mobilizing your entire force? But... don't you think you've come rather late to deal with me?"

Upon hearing this, Saint Hun You was the first to speak. "Devouring Owl Saint, you have been quite difficult for this old