"Thud, thud, thud..."
Amid six muffled impacts, the six of them were flung high into the air one after another, then smashed heavily against walls and railings before tumbling to the ground.
"Cough, cough, cough..."
The six immediately broke into overlapping coughs, unable to get back up for the moment.
Elder Hao had not only shown mercy, but had not used any soul power either. With merely a light wave of mana, he had broken the encirclement before him.
"Did you not hear what this old man said?"
Elder Hao's voice had already turned icy. Though he had not revealed much of his cultivation, the aura of one in a superior position abruptly burst forth in full force.
He had explained himself repeatedly, yet not only had they refused to stop attacking, they had secretly transmitted messages saying they wanted to kill him. At that moment, killing intent had risen within him.
Fortunately, he remembered why he had come, as well as the possible identities of these people, and suppressed the killing intent in his heart.
Elder Hao had killed countless people. Who knew how many Soul Cultivators had died by his hand? Especially for those who dared offend their superiors, often a single glance from him was enough to erase them all.
Of the six people on the ground, four were men and two were women. The cultivator who had reached the Pseudo-Nascent Soul Realm was a middle-aged man who looked like a frail scholar.
Only then did he barely manage to stand, though he was still coughing without pause.
"Cough, cough... You... where are you people from, this 'Soul Prison Clan'?"
As he spoke, his eyes brimmed with vigilance.
Elder Hao raised his brows. Had he not made it clear when he asked whether they were from the