"Holy shit, why do I feel like even a Dou Sheng would be badly wounded by that attack?"
"A Dou Sheng? That shouldn't be possible. The gulf between a Saint and a Half-Saint is enormous. But a high-rank Half-Saint would probably die under that blow!"
"Is this Xiao Yan really a one-revolution Dou Venerable? Since when could a one-revolution Dou Venerable instantly kill an initial Half-Saint, let alone a high-rank Half-Saint?"
At the same time, the crowd below also saw the firestorm in midair, powerful enough to kill every one of them in an instant.
The firestorm reflected in the eyes of the Soul Hall members. Their hearts brimmed with terror, afraid that Hun Mo, their sole remaining pillar of support, would die at Xiao Yan's hands.
The other survivors were stunned, unable to believe their eyes.
A one-revolution Dou Venerable could not only instantly kill an initial Half-Saint, but now could even contend with-or kill-a high-rank Half-Saint who had successively slain an intermediate Half-Saint and an initial Half-Saint. Such a thing had never happened in the continent's history.
It could be said that if Xiao Yan made it out alive, his deeds would become a new legend.
"Still alive? No, he's only got one breath left!"
Just then, Xiao Yan, who had been waiting for the firestorm to disperse so he could collect Hun Mo's corpse, paused in surprise.
He sensed an extremely faint aura. Had his soul power not reached the high-rank Half-Saint level, he might not have noticed it.
Hun Mo truly clung tenaciously to life. Even the World-Extinguishing Fire Lotus, powerful enough to instantly kill a high-rank Half-Saint, had failed to burn him away completely.
Just then, a charred figure emerged from the void.
The figure was in an utterly wretched state. His entire body was