In one of the Hall of Souls' Branch Halls, Dark Sun Heavenly Venerate's murderous intent surged to the heavens.
Hun Niu, his friend of a thousand years, had fallen at Xiao Yan's hands, and now Xiao Yan had actually landed in the Hun Clan's custody.
Dark Sun Heavenly Venerate was beside himself with excitement. He could hardly wait to eat Xiao Yan's flesh and drink his blood.
"Aaaaaah!"
Roaring all the way, Dark Sun Heavenly Venerate charged toward the hall where Xiao Yan was held. An invisible force, however, pinned him down.
"Hall Master, what are you doing?!"
Dark Sun Heavenly Venerate glared toward the main hall, his face full of displeasure.
"This Xiao Yan is still of great use to our clan. You may not touch him now."
Hun Wuya's calm voice drifted over.
"You won't let me touch him?" Dark Sun Heavenly Venerate's eyes widened.
"You won't let me touch him, and you still call yourself a member of the Hun Clan?"
"Even if the King of Heaven himself came today, I'd still fucking kill him!"
Dark Sun Heavenly Venerate had become so carried away that he even dared provoke Hun Wuya, a Four-Star Dou Sheng.
But as the Hall of Souls' Hall Master, how could Hun Wuya possibly be intimidated by him?
A cold snort rang out. Dark Sun Heavenly Venerate shuddered from head to toe and spat out a mouthful of blood.
His aura gradually weakened as well.
"If you dare disrespect this Hall Master again, don't blame me for disregarding our old ties."
Hun Wuya's calm voice drifted over, and Dark Sun Heavenly Venerate's eyes abruptly dimmed.
"You don't even dare avenge our clansmen. What kind of Hall Master are you? What kind of leader of our clan?"
Dark Sun Heavenly Venerate returned to his