"As expected of the Soul Hall. Even when slaughtering your own people, you show no mercy!"
Watching the Fourth Heavenly Venerate kill so many Soul Hall experts to raise his own strength, Xiao Yan could not help looking scornful.
"It is their honor to give their lives for the Soul Hall!"
Savage fury shone in the Fourth Heavenly Venerate's blood-red eyes. Boundless bloody energy filled the world as he glanced at Xiao Yan. "You are that surviving remnant of the Xiao Clan?"
"To think you managed to grow this strong."
"All the better. One of our objectives this time is to capture you alive and bring you back. You can reunite with your father!"
At those words, Xiao Yan's gaze turned utterly icy, brimming with murderous intent. So many years had passed since the Soul Hall had captured his father. Every waking moment, Xiao Yan reminded himself that he had to rescue him.
"Hmph! If you can manage it!"
Xiao Yan snorted coldly. His aura erupted, its immense pressure spreading through heaven and earth.
"A mere Two-Star Dou Zun. Killing you would be no different from crushing an ant."
The Fourth Heavenly Venerate's eyes grew even redder, and a sinister smile appeared on his face. A low, chilling growl rose from his throat!
Hiss! Hiss!
As his growl fell, terrifying clouds of bloody mist poured from his body, blotting out the sky. They gathered into masses of blood clouds overhead, filling the world with a foul, bloody stench.
"Blood Cloud Heavenly Demon Palm!"
The Fourth Heavenly Venerate looked at Xiao Yan with disdain. His mouth opened slightly, and a jet of blood sprayed out, shooting into the blood clouds overhead.
The blood clouds churned violently before suddenly splitting apart. Beneath countless shocked gazes, a bloody palm print nearly a thousand