Inside the hall, in front of the light curtain.
Han Xuanji looked at the pale face of Hun Zangfeng in the projection, a slight smile playing on his lips, and thought to himself:
That's it?
Ten True God against six, the trapping formation turned into a cage for the enemy, and Hun Zangfeng's supposedly flawless plan seemed as fragile as a piece of paper.
At this point in the play, there's no suspense left.
Han Xuanji withdrew his gaze, no longer focusing on the images on the light screen, and instead began to observe the reactions of the elders in the hall.
The elders who had been absent-minded and impatient just moments before now straightened their backs, staring intently at the light screen, their expressions gradually shifting from shock and anger to relief.
"Great! Okay!"
An elderly clansman with white hair stroked his beard and nodded repeatedly, " Qianxue, that child, has indeed not disappointed us. He had already set up a trap, just waiting for Zangfeng to walk into it."
"No wonder he dared to travel with so few people; he was prepared all along."
Another elder expressed some emotion, but also some complaints:
"No wonder Pojun didn't come; it turns out they managed to get him to oversee things. It would have been much better if they had invited me; I'm no worse than that Pojun."
"Ahem, it's not like I can't lift a knife anymore!"
This was a great opportunity to show off, and many people in the hall were particularly displeased with Hun Pojun's appearance on the light screen.
Even the Blood-Burning Ancestor frowned as he looked at Hun Qianling and said softly:
"Why didn't you let me handle this? Do you and your siblings think that Pojun is stronger than me?"
"This... this is such a trivial matter, there's no need to trouble you Blood-Burning Ancestor, with your help."
Hun Qianling quickly made up an excuse to get away with it.
"All right."
The Blood-Burning Ancestor didn't take it too seriously; it was just a joke.
Meanwhile, the others inside the hall began discussing Hun Zangfeng and the others.
"Sigh, Zangfeng is such a fool. I thought he had let it go, but I didn't expect him to still be so fixated on that matter."
"Yes, losing is losing, but I didn't expect that I still haven't let it go after all these years."
Amid the discussions, the elders' expressions gradually shifted from shock to anger, and then from anger to relief.
What angered him was Hun Zangfeng's betrayal, but what brought him relief was that Hun Qianxue had taken precautions and prevented the traitor from succeeding.
How should this matter be handled?
An elder asked in a deep voice, " Zangfeng, Qianchen, and those people from the Heavenly Martial Sect..."
"Don't wash your dirty linen in public."
The Blood-Burning Ancestor spoke calmly, his voice not loud, yet it instantly silenced the discussions in the hall.
"This matter should be resolved within the clan; it must not be spread to the outside world. The Soul Household cannot afford to lose face."
The clan elders nodded in agreement.
Hun Zangfeng is an elder of the Soul Household, Hun Qianchen is the son of the previous family head. If word gets out that these two are joining forces to rebel, it will only make outsiders laugh at the Soul Household for its endless internal strife.
However, this matter also involves the Heavenly Martial Sect. An outside force interfered in the internal affairs of the Soul Household. Fortunately, it didn't succeed. If it had succeeded, it would have been no small matter.
"We'll discuss the matter of handling it once Qianxue returns."
The Blood-Burning Ancestor made the final decision with a single blow.
"Let's see for now."
The hall fell silent, and everyone's gaze returned to the light screen.
On the Soul-Severing Ridge side, the situation has completely turned in favor of Hun Qianxue.
Hun Pojun's words were like a sharp blade, cutting into the already fragile foundation of the Hun Zangfeng camp.
Hun Qianchen, in particular, looked shaken, his eyes flickering, clearly plotting something.
"Surrender, and perhaps your life will be spared."
Hun Pojun's words echoed repeatedly in his mind.
He is the son of the previous family head and also Hun Qianxue's younger brother.
Even if someone commits a grave mistake, as long as they admit their wrongdoing and beg for forgiveness, out of consideration for blood relations, they shouldn't... shouldn't be killed, right?
Hun Qianchen's lips trembled slightly, and he involuntarily took a half-inch back.
Hun Zangfeng glanced at Hun Qianchen out of the corner of his eye, and his heart skipped a beat.
What a piece of trash!
He cursed inwardly, wishing he could slap him across the face.
Even now, you're still hoping the other party will show mercy?
Since Hun Qianxue had set up this trap, he had no intention of leaving them a way out.
With Hun Qianchen acting like such a coward, don't even think about expecting him to contribute; we should be grateful if he doesn't just hold us back.
With this kind of mentality, he still wants to be the head of the family?
What a load of rubbish!
However, Hun Zangfeng quickly adjusted his mindset. If Hun Qianchen really had a brain, he wouldn't have chosen to cooperate with the other party.
"Do you really think he'll let you go?"
Hun Zangfeng sharply, his gaze sweeping over Wu Tianqiong and the Heavenly Martial Sect members behind him.
"Things have come to this point, surrendering means death, fighting might offer a chance of survival! Don't be fooled by his lies!"
Wu Tianqiong gritted his teeth, his face ashen, his gaze shifting back and forth between Hun Zangfeng and the ten True God opposite him.
His men began to stir; some gripped their weapons tightly, while others quietly retreated.
" Hun Zangfeng, you promised me this trip would be foolproof!"
Wu Tianqiong's voice was extremely low, but it was full of anger.
"And now? The enemy has ten True God! Ten! You're trying to kill us all!"
Hun Zangfeng took a deep breath, suppressing the agitation in his heart, and whispered:
"Now is not the time to assign blame. I don't know what happened either. There's definitely a mole among us..."
Wu Tianqiong's pupils contracted, and his gaze subconsciously swept towards Hun Qianchen.
Hun Qianchen's face turned even paler.
"No... it wasn't me! I didn't!"
"It's definitely not you, it's not important now."
Hun Zangfeng interrupted him, his tone urgent:
"The important thing is that we must fight our way out; staying here means certain death."
Wu Tianqiong remained silent for a moment, then gritted his teeth:
"Alright! Let's fight our way out!"
At this point, discussing whose fault it was or who the mole was is truly meaningless.
The rosy future I had envisioned has been shattered; now, my only priority is survival.
As long as he's still alive, there's always a chance for him to make a comeback.
"Don't worry, I don't want to die either."
Hun Zangfeng glanced at the crowd behind him, took a deep breath, and his voice suddenly rose:
"Gentlemen, now is not the time to worry about these things. The enemy will not let us go. Our only chance of survival is to fight our way out! Charge with me!"
As soon as he finished speaking, his aura suddenly surged, and he rushed towards the east.
Hun Qianchen and an elder from the Soul Household gritted their teeth and followed closely behind.
The True God of the Heavenly Martial Sect exchanged a glance and then headed directly to the west.
Looking at the individualistic fighting styles of the people opposite him, Hun Qianxue curled his lips into a disdainful smile.
"Each has their own agenda, and their minds are not on the battle, but on how to protect themselves."
He shook his head and muttered to himself, "The outcome is decided."
The battle soon broke out.
Hun Pojun quickly blocked their path, his speed astonishing.
Clearly, the other party is a top-tier expert in the Dao of the Physical Body cultivation.
Looking at the white-haired old man before him, Hun Zangfeng knew that this aged appearance was just a smokescreen; if the other party wished, he could easily transform into a young man.
It should be understood that even those who reach the level of Eternal True God and possess a strong physical body can still undergo Wan Hua despite being bound by the rules of the Eternal Continent; their physical functions do not decline with age.
His seemingly frail body contained a terrifying power capable of destroying mountains and overturning seas.
Hun Zangfeng knew that only by defeating this strongest opponent could he have a sliver of hope of breaking through.
However, he clearly underestimated the strength of Hun Pojun.
Hun Pojun didn't even draw his weapon; he simply raised his right hand and struck out with his palm.
The palm strike was as powerful as a mountain, so strong that it distorted and deformed the void.
Hun Zangfeng was as fragile as paper before this palm strike, and was forced back dozens of feet, coughing up blood.
Hun Qianchen's performance was even more appalling.
He was entangled by two Eternal True God under Hun Qianxue's command, and his heart was filled with fear and unease, so he couldn't even unleash 70% of his usual strength.
His opponent forced him to retreat repeatedly in just a few moves, leaving him in a sorry state.
"I... I surrender! I surrender!"
Hun Qianchen finally couldn't hold on any longer, threw away his weapon, and raised his hands.
However, what responded to him was a sharp flash of sword light.