Retreat

Looking at Xiao Han, who remained perfectly clean and whose breathing showed no change, Hun Miesheng couldn't help but ask.

And...

"You're Six Star?"

Xiao Han nodded. Hun Miesheng's level has already increased, so there shouldn't be any problem for him, the Ice Saint, to be on the same level as his opponent!

However, Xiao Han also knew that after displaying his Six Star strength, he would probably be targeted by the Ancient Races.

"I still can't be too impulsive," Xiao Han sighed inwardly.

Hun Miesheng's brows furrowed tightly.

Although apart from this possibility, Hun Miesheng could not think of any other way that a person could completely withstand their killing move without being harmed in the slightest.

But this is also the option that Hun Miesheng is least willing to accept.

In this way...

Their Soul Clan should reassess the threat level posed by this Ice Saint.

Six-Star Dou Sheng would be considered a top-tier powerhouse in any Ancient Races.

Forces like the Pill Tower, which are not good at fighting, are only so because they have a Six-Star Dou Sheng ancestor, even though that person doesn't care about anything and even likes to wander around.

The Pill Tower remains a transcendent power in the Central Plains, and even the Soul Hall and the Soul Clan are unwilling to provoke it easily.

Hun Miesheng couldn't help but want to curse. He had paid an unknown price to break through to the Six Star, and he originally thought he could show off.

Who knows...

This Langya Pavilion Master has unknowingly reached the level of Six-Star Dou Sheng.

The scene came to a standstill for a moment.

Since Hun Miesheng has chosen not to attack, Xiao Han will not provoke trouble either. This time, he must stabilize his strength and not go any further!

However, Xiao Han wanted to live a peaceful life, but some people were unwilling to be honest and obedient.

Just when Xiao Han thought things were going to be fine, everyone was happy...

"Hun Miesheng, you're afraid of a mere Six-Star Dou Sheng?" A nasty, aged voice rang out, causing everyone to feel disgusted.

"I've seen you cultivate for so many years, but it's all gone to waste."

"Should I inform the clan and have you replaced as the Soul Hall Master...?"

"Quite a few people want this position..."

Hun Miesheng had a very low opinion of Hun Qianmo, who relied on his seniority, and was almost identical to that Soul Demon Old Man.

Although Hun Miesheng was only slightly weaker than Hun Qianmo, the latter was of much higher seniority. Although he was not afraid of the other party, it was not convenient for him to say anything harsh, so he could only snort coldly to express his dissatisfaction.

But even though Hun Miesheng gave Hun Qianmo a break, Xiao Han didn't tolerate it.

Xiao Han smiled and cupped his hands in greeting, saying, "May I ask which powerful figure from the Soul Clan this senior is?"

"Hmph!" Hun Qianmo snorted coldly, quite arrogantly saying:

"Little one, listen carefully. I Hun Qianmo. A thousand years ago, I participated in the siege and killing of Xiao Xuan, the patriarch of the Xiao Clan, and caused his demise."

"How?"

Back then, Xiao Xuan was practically the nightmare of the entire Soul Clan, and the epitome of the strongest in the Fierce Qi Continent. Even other Peak Dou Sheng, including the patriarchs of the Ancient Soul Clans, paled in comparison to him.

Thus, this achievement is something Hun Qianmo can boast about for a lifetime! He can already imagine the Ice Saint casting an admiring glance at him.

Only...

"Pfft~" Although the strange sound was slight, it was so clear and jarring to the ears of the group of top experts!

Following the sound, they saw Xiao Han's still-smiling lips. Seeing everyone looking over, Xiao Han couldn't help but explain:

"Excuse me, I just heard a joke."

"Kid, what do you mean?" Hun Qianmo's face was extremely ugly, feeling that he had been greatly humiliated.

"It's nothing!" Xiao Han waved his hand.

"I just never expected that Xiao Xuan of the Xiao Clan would cause such a huge psychological trauma to your Soul Clan."

"That old geezer, a Six-Star Dou Sheng, whose cultivation level a thousand years ago was unknown, actually dared to claim he could kill a Peak Dou Sheng and cause his demise. Truly..."

Xiao Han shook his head silently.

At this moment, silence speaks louder than words. Although Xiao Han did not finish his sentence, the psychological damage he caused to Hun Qianmo was quite terrible.

Hun Qianmo's face, hidden within the black robe, turned pale with rage, then flushed red. "You brat, how dare you!"

Jiang Hun Qianmo's lack of cultural knowledge was so infuriating.

Everyone else was also staring at the nearly insane Hun Qianmo with strange expressions. Even Hun Miesheng, who hated Xiao Han intensely, was now looking at the former with new eyes.

Unexpectedly, the usually talkative Ice Saint was able to anger this old codger to such an extent.

At this moment, Hun Miesheng only wanted to give Xiao Han a thumbs up in his heart. This old immortal who had lived for thousands of years was showing off in front of him all day long because of his high seniority.

Hun Miesheng, Soul Clan Member, naturally did not believe Hun Qianmo's claim that they would surround Hun Miesheng Xiao Xuan.

Xiao Xuan's image among the Soul Clan Member is deeply ingrained and terrifying. According to rumors, even the clan leader, Soul Emperor, is terrified of him.

Yes, it's fear, not apprehension!

But it is precisely because of this sentiment that almost everyone in the Soul Clan wants to put down Xiao Xuan.

Young people boast that their ancestors besieged and killed Xiao Xuan, while older Dou Sheng boast that they themselves besieged and killed Xiao Xuan.

However, everyone knows that a Dou Sheng is just a piece of trash on that kind of battlefield. Someone like Hun Qianmo, who is not worth mentioning, is probably not even recognized by Xiao Xuan and could be easily killed.

There's a saying that goes, "You know him, but he doesn't know you!"

Hun Miesheng had absolutely no liking for this kind of guy who had no self-awareness but liked to show off everywhere.

However, despite the praise, Hun Miesheng kept his original intention in mind and called out to Hun Qianmo, who was about to take action:

"Don't act rashly; he's not so easy to deal with."

Back when Xiao Han was Five-Star Dou Sheng, he could directly challenge him and the Soul Demon Old Man. Now that they are both Six Star, Hun Miesheng's chances of winning are not very high.

Now that things have come to this, he understands that it is impossible to kill Xiao Han. Even if the other party is not a match for him, he is fully capable of escaping, and it may even result in mutual injury, allowing someone else to reap the benefits.

"What, are you going to retreat?" Just as Hun Miesheng was having thoughts of leaving, Xiao Han asked jokingly.

These words terrified the Azure Nether Saint and the Moonless Old Man. These two couldn't leave, or they would be truly doomed!

Hun Miesheng was about to utter a harsh remark, but his teammate was too straightforward, Hun Qianmo instantly snapped, "Little brat, you're still too green!"

"Ten Thousand Souls Eternal Burial!"

As soon as Hun Qianmo finished speaking, countless wailing souls instantly converged around Xiao Han, their endless screams gathering together as they opened their massive jaws to bite down on Xiao Han, sending chills down one's spine.

Sensing the eerie, malevolent Evil Qi emanating from him, Xiao Han frowned and uttered a soft, "Condense!"

The moment the word was uttered, as if the words themselves were law, the space around Xiao Han gradually stagnated, as if it had been separated from the Fierce Qi Continent.

Immediately afterwards, a chilling cold spread outward from Xiao Han's body, gradually climbing into the space constructed by this eerie ghost domain.

Before the astonished gazes of countless people, the seemingly indestructible world suddenly froze, time itself seemed to stand still, and then a soft "click" sounded...

The sky erupted with ice crystals, and countless Ice Blade fragments shot out in all directions, but were easily blocked by Hun Miesheng and the others.

At that moment, Hun Miesheng's expression changed drastically, "The Ten Thousand Souls Prison Armor!"

A massive soul shield, thousands of feet tall, appeared in front of Hun Qianmo in an instant. Then, a sound of space tearing apart rang out, and a violent explosion occurred on the gray-black shield. Xiao Han's slightly regretful figure holding a gun appeared in the endless smoke and dust.

"Sigh! I thought we could take one down!" A casual remark sent a chill down everyone's spine.

Hun Qianmo unconsciously swallowed, staring at the icy blue spear tip that seemed so close, cold sweat beading on his forehead.

He glanced gratefully at Hun Miesheng, whose face was ashen. If Hun Miesheng hadn't discovered the hidden killing intent in advance and prepared accordingly, he would have been crippled or killed if he had taken this hit!

"So, do you two still want to continue trying?" Xiao Han still had a smile on his face, as if he was almost unaware of everything.

"Retreat!" Hun Miesheng and Hun Qianmo, who had calmed down, exchanged a glance, then tore through space and left without any hesitation.

Although retreating now makes this encirclement seem like a half-hearted effort, the opponent is strong enough, and they are merely following their own will.