Just after Xiao Yu shouted, a mysterious, ancient aura suddenly spread throughout the world.
At the words "Xiao Xuan," the Gray-Robed Elder stopped his impending attack dead, his body trembling involuntarily.
"Xiao Xuan?"
"You're from the Xiao Clan? How is that possible! Didn't my clan wipe out the Xiao Clan? Impossible!"
The elder's expression darkened. He roared, then moved to strike again and kill Xiao Yu.
But before he could act, a calm voice rang out across the world.
"The Xiao Clan was wiped out? Such big words from the Soul Clan. Heh, the Soul Clan... what a loathsome scent your blood carries."
Before the voice faded, the elder felt the world around him freeze. He could neither move nor speak, leaving only terror on his face.
Then, high overhead, a pale green figure slowly appeared without a sound.
His appearance brought no unusual phenomena, and no one could even sense his aura. Yet the figure gave the impression that a single punch or kick could destroy this entire world.
The figure raised his head, revealing a face that was not exceptionally handsome, yet possessed a distinctive allure. Black hair draped over his shoulders, and his ink-black eyes were like black holes, deep and filled with an unusual wisdom, their charm utterly captivating.
"Xiao Xuan!"
The Gray-Robed Elder stared fixedly at that familiar face, nothing but fear remaining in his eyes. Then, as though his mind had snapped, he cried frantically, "No! Xiao Xuan, the ten-year interval isn't up yet! How could you leave the Tomb Mansion!"
"Indeed, you do have some discernment. But even if I cannot leave the Tomb Mansion, dealing with you is well within my power."
The Green-Robed Man smiled faintly and spoke softly as he looked at the Gray-Robed Elder.
Then, without another unnecessary word,