Hearing Xiao Yan's words, the tall man, Hun Miesheng, froze briefly, a trace of melancholy appearing in his eyes.
"To think that after a thousand years, someone still remembers me."
This man had once made the entire Central Plains tremble. Now, after a thousand years, there were probably few people left who remembered him.
"Well, well. A couple of words, and you're already getting full of yourself?"
Xiao Yan stared dumbfounded at the reminiscing Hun Miesheng, utterly speechless.
He merely had some recollection of Hun Miesheng. He had never expected the man to sink into his own memories upon hearing his name.
"Young descendant of the Xiao Clan, I thank you for remembering me. Even so, I will not show you mercy because of it."
Emerging from his memories, Hun Miesheng curled his lips into a cold sneer.
"Judging by your age, you must be a Heavenly Pride of this generation of the Xiao Clan. Today, I shall slay you and wash away the humiliation your clan inflicted on me."
A savage smile spread across Hun Miesheng's face. The energy mist behind him churned rapidly, gathering like a surging tide.
"But since you still remember me, I will grant you a swift death."
Hun Miesheng grinned viciously. A pitch-black energy palm a thousand zhang long formed in the sky, carrying terrifying power. An ordinary One-Star Dou Sheng struck by it would likely face certain doom.
After all, he had once been the Soul Hall Master. Even though he was now only an energy body with perhaps a tenth or a fifth of his former strength, he still possessed power comparable to a peak Two-Star Dou Saint.
In the original novel, he had possessed the strength of a Five-Star Dou Sheng. A thousand years ago, this Soul Hall Master had already