The estate was vast, but the group moved quickly. Following the faint aura in the air, where thunder and fire Dou Qi intertwined with brutality and destruction, they soon arrived at a sprawling tavern within the estate.
Unlike the somewhat weathered appearance of Ancient Saint City, the tavern buildings here were exquisitely elegant and resplendent, displaying luxury and splendor to the fullest. Compared with the world outside, this place was like an entirely different realm.
At the center of the tavern stood an enormous stone platform. Dou Qi surged across it as two blurred figures, one red and one purple, collided and clashed at lightning speed. Their spectacular exchange drew wave after wave of cheers from the surrounding crowd.
The Soul Clan group, who had just entered the tavern, also stopped and turned their attention to the platform. The thunder and fire Dou Qi they had sensed earlier had come from precisely this spot.
"The Soul Clan people... have arrived too."
With black mist swirling around them and Cold Yin auras emanating from their bodies, the Soul Clan group naturally attracted considerable attention. On a viewing terrace beside the stone platform, four figures sat around a round table: three men and one woman. Each had a burning flame mark on their forehead that looked like real fire, giving off a scorching sensation.
Among the four, a middle-aged man with coarse brows and bronze skin had a wild air about him. When he spotted the Soul Clan group entering the tavern, his unrestrained expression grew somewhat grave, and he spoke in a low voice.
"They... give me a very bad feeling."
Beside the middle-aged man, a handsome man in white robes also reined in the smile at the corners of his lips. His brows drew together slightly as he spoke with