"What happened? Why did that Soul Hall saint suddenly die?"
"That power... it probably rivaled a Middle Heaven-Tier Battle Skill!"
"Who was it? Was there actually another peerless expert that powerful among us?"
"Holy shit, we're saved! All that frantic praying in my heart wasn't for nothing!"
This sudden turn instantly stunned everyone present, including the Soul Hall's Venerable Elders and Heavenly Venerables.
Their eyes filled with disbelief as they watched the flame storm slowly die out, only one thought remaining in their minds.
"How is this possible? A Half-Saint died just like that? What exactly was that attack?"
The Fifth Heavenly Venerate silently weighed his own defenses against it. If he faced that terrifying attack with every defense deployed, could he withstand it? The answer was instant death!
"What skulking rat was that?! How dare you ambush a saint of our hall! Get out here!"
Hun Mo had been quietly watching from the side. As far as he was concerned, with a Half-Saint like Hun Yusheng present, no one could possibly stir up any trouble.
Yet, against all expectations, someone had ambushed and killed Hun Yusheng right before his eyes.
He had had a chance to intervene and save Hun Yusheng, but he had not acted, solely because he had sensed danger from that flame storm.
It was not fatal, but Hun Mo was certain that if he had truly intervened, he would have paid at least the price of serious injuries.
As Hun Mo's words fell, Xiao Yan appeared in midair, facing him from a distance.
He wore black robes, his face youthful and refined. A faint smile curved his lips, but his eyes were icy cold.
Looking at Hun Mo, he chuckled and mocked him without restraint. "Heh, a rat from the Soul Hall thinks he's qualified