An immeasurably vast aura suddenly erupted from Xiao Shaobei, sweeping out from him and enveloping the entire Small Soul Realm in an instant.
The pressure of a Peak Nine-Star Dou Saint permeated the entire Small Soul Realm. Countless Hun Clan members cultivating in seclusion could not help prostrating themselves, terror written across their faces.
"H-how could this aura be so powerful? It's countless times stronger than the Hall Master's! And this aura doesn't belong to our Hun Clan at all. It must be an outsider!"
For a moment, panic gripped the entire Small Soul Realm, and everyone trembled involuntarily. In particular, experts who had lived for over a thousand years turned deathly pale upon sensing that terrifying aura.
"This aura belongs to the Xiao Clan! Such terrifying might-it must be one of the Xiao Clan's strongest experts!"
Despair appeared in the eyes of those Hun Clan elders.
"Could today be the day our Hun Clan perishes?"
At the center of the erupting aura, Hun Wuya was suddenly forced two steps backward by its terrifying force. His face flushed crimson as he struggled with all his might to resist that dreadful pressure.
Behind him, the Deputy Hall Master of the Hall of Souls and Gu You were driven back dozens of steps, blood trickling from their mouths. The weaker Dou Zun experts could not even stop themselves from falling prostrate.
His pressure alone forced Soul Hall Master Hun Wuya to resist with every ounce of his strength, sent Gu You and the other Saint staggering back and spitting blood, and made countless people throughout the Small Soul Realm submit beneath that terrifying aura. Such was the strength of the Xiao Clan Chief!
At the center of the crowd, Xiao Shaobei looked down upon Hun Wuya, his expression as indifferent as a