Jia Ma Empire, Capital.
Inside the Jia Ma Sacred Hall, Chen Xuan held a pitch-black scroll, a hint of surprise on his face. "This Blood Soul Art from the Ten Thousand Scorpion Sect really does blaze its own trail."
"Indeed, Your Majesty!"
Hearing Chen Xuan's words, Jia Xingtian sighed in wonder beside him. "I never imagined this Blood Soul Art could merge the power of magic beasts into its user, producing strength greater than the sum of its parts."
"No wonder Xie Shan and Xie Biyan were able to increase their strength so dramatically."
At this, Jia Xingtian's expression grew slightly grave.
This time, he had truly underestimated the Chu Yun Empire. He had never imagined that the Ten Thousand Scorpion Sect would have another Dou Zong besides Xie Biyan.
"Your Majesty, you seem to know the origins of that mysterious expert who suddenly appeared in the Chu Yun Empire."
Raising his head slightly, Jia Xingtian's eyes flashed with fear. That mysterious expert was certainly no weaker than Xie Biyan, and the sinister art he had used at the end had slaughtered tens of thousands in an instant. It was utterly terrifying.
Had the Queen before him not possessed heaven-defying strength, they would truly have met their downfall this time.
"Them?"
"They belong to a powerful faction on the continent, one whose strength far exceeds anything we can imagine. That Iron Protector was nothing more than a minor lackey."
Chen Xuan did not elaborate further in response to Jia Xingtian's question.
The Soul Hall was terrifyingly powerful. Knowing too much would do him no good.
The Iron Protector was just a minor lackey?!
Jia Xingtian looked stunned. That mysterious, shadowy Iron Protector had possessed the strength of at least a Five-Star Dou Zong, yet he was merely a minor lackey?!