At that moment, Wu Protector threw back his head and let out a shriek, his bloodshot eyes filled with terror.
In the past, he had run rampant through the Central Plains. Whenever he invoked the Soul Hall's power, everyone had treated him with utmost respect. When had he ever faced such a desperate situation?
"Xiao Clan, the glory our ancestors once attained, I, Xiao Yao, will surely recreate!" After murmuring those words, Xiao Yao no longer paid any heed to Wu Protector's struggles and pleas for mercy, instead proceeding just as he had done not long ago.
A moment later, Xiao Yao looked at the Storage Ring in his hand. It now held two additional bodies and a jade bottle containing Wu Protector's soul, and an imperceptible smile appeared at the corner of his lips.
"I now have six intact bodies in my hands. Once I return and gather the materials, I can refine them into Heavenly Demon Puppets when I have the time. In the future, anyone who offends me will have their body seized, their soul taken, and be refined into a puppet! By then, even the Soul Clan will be worth fighting!"
Just as Xiao Yao was thinking this, a calm voice interrupted his thoughts.
"Third Brother, now that this matter has been settled, we should leave and return to the Xiao Clan."
"Alright, Eldest Brother. Wait for me a moment longer. I'll be done right away."
Immediately afterward, Xiao Yao looked at the terrified disciples below and slowly stepped down through the void. With every step, invisible ripples spread through the surrounding space.
"Xiao Yao, Teacher and the elders are already dead. Those Misty Cloud Sect disciples pose no threat to you. You... you aren't planning to attack them too, are you?"
Seeing the panicked disciples