Dou Sheng?
Everyone who heard those words jumped in fright. Even the geniuses from the Ancient Clans were no exception. Apart from the Soul Clan and the Gu Clan, the other Ancient Clans did not have Dou Sheng experts in abundance. Each one could stand as a pillar holding back the current.
Even the Ancient Clans had to treat Dou Sheng experts with courtesy, afraid of giving them any cause for dissatisfaction.
Holy shit. Xu Ran had brought a Dou Sheng expert over to guard the gate?
Was this some kind of mistake?
Seeing Hun Miesheng standing ramrod straight at the Xu Sect's entrance, his face solemn and expressionless, they understood that they had definitely not misheard.
"I keep feeling that expert looks familiar. Especially the pattern on his black robes. Why does it look like something I've seen before?" A genius from the Ling Clan narrowed his eyes in thought.
"They look like the Hall of Souls' robes," a genius from the Yan Clan behind him said quietly.
Holy shit...
Remembering how the Soul Clan had capsized in a gutter this time, they gave it some thought and understood.
Hun Miesheng!!!
There were not many Dou Sheng experts in the Hall of Souls, and someone wearing robes so clearly reserved for a superior had to be the Hall of Souls Hall Master, Hun Miesheng.
For a moment, the geniuses all felt a chill of fear.
Hun Miesheng's fearsome reputation carried no less weight even within their clans. After establishing the Hall of Souls, Hun Miesheng had destroyed who knew how many factions in the Central Plains to establish his authority. Such a formidable figure could be counted among the continent's renowned ruthless overlords. Yet someone of his stature had actually fallen this far. Hun Miesheng had probably long since