Nine Revolutions Mystic Soul, the Old Matriarch's Reminder

Suddenly, a wild laugh rang out.

"Oh no, it's the fire of the Primordial Spirit!" Han Xiangzi was stunned for a moment, then his expression changed and he exclaimed to the Heavenly Emperor. His body suddenly trembled, and instantly, his body turned into a thick cloud of smoke, flying out in all directions.

"Hmph, you dare to lie to me at such a young age? You're asking for death!"

A cold laugh rang out, and a giant golden hand chased after Han Xiangzi.

This giant golden hand exuded a terrifying pressure. Within this golden palm were streaks of golden lightning. This golden palm seemed to contain endless lightning. Once it touched a person's body, it could cause their skin to burst and turn them into a pile of minced meat.

Boom!

This enormous golden hand slammed down on Han Xiangzi, instantly turning Han Xiangzi body into dust without leaving a trace of blood.

"Hmph!" Upon seeing this, the Heavenly Emperor snorted coldly and stretched out a hand towards the cloud of smoke.

Sizzle!

A pitch-black light curtain appeared out of thin air, and an extremely powerful force surged out from it, quickly transforming into a black rope that lashed out in the direction Han Xiangzi had fled.

"What is that?!"

Han Xiangzi was startled and immediately stopped fleeing. He turned around, looked at the pitch-black rope, and a look of fear appeared on his face. He then shouted loudly.

"Die!"

Upon hearing Han Xiangzi's words, the pitch-black rope abruptly retracted, unleashing an extremely powerful force that slammed towards Han Xiangzi.

The pitch-black rope slammed down on Han Xiangzi, sending him flying. He crashed through several Chaos Tree before finally forcing the rope away.

"Pfft!"

The moment Han Xiangzi was knocked back by that dark rope, he coughed up a mouthful of blood, and his body crashed heavily to the ground, creating a deep crater.

"What a powerful thing! Is this a Law Treasure? No, it's the spirit within a Law Treasure. That old hag sent it to help her deal with me; this is her conspiracy."

The instant the dark rope slammed him to the ground, Han Xiangzi understood what was happening, and his face immediately showed anger and hatred.

"Hmph! You damned bastards, how dare you lay a hand on me! Your entire clan deserves to die!" Han Xiangzi's eyes flashed with intense resentment.

"Snort!"

Just as Han Xiangzi finished speaking, a cold voice suddenly rang in Han Xiangzi ears.

"Hmph! You're right, our clan deserves to die, not only die, but be torn to pieces. However, it seems your clan doesn't fare any better. I am an elder of this clan. Tell me, how can I exterminate your Han Tribe? Haha! That's a good question!"

This voice resounded through the air, and immediately in Han Xiangzi's mind appeared that old face filled with an evil smile.

"Hmph, you despicable, shameless, treacherous old fox, do you think we're so easy to bully? Let me tell you, although our Han Tribe is from a low-level world, we still have a supreme expert hidden within us. I believe that as long as I bring him out, our Han Tribe will definitely rise again. At that time, all the cultivators on the entire Star Continent will grovel at the feet of our Han Clan!" Han Xiangzi sneered and shouted loudly.

"Oh? So what? No matter how powerful your Han Tribe is, can you possibly contend with our God Race?" After hearing Han Xiangzi's words, the old voice snorted disdainfully and continued to mock.

"Hmph! Even if your God Race's ancestor were to come in person, he would be no match for my Han Clan. You might as well just accept your death!" Han Xiangzi roared through gritted teeth.

"Good! Very good. You're just a tiny ant from a lowly plane, yet you have quite the nerve! I'd like to see just who this ancestor you speak of really is!" The aged voice snorted coldly upon hearing Han Xiangzi's words, its tone laced with sarcasm.

"Old man, if you have the guts, show yourself! What kind of hero hides like this?!" Han Xiangzi's lips curled up slightly as he shouted loudly into the void.

"You!"

Upon hearing Han Xiangzi's words, the aged voice was immediately enraged. His lips pursed slightly, revealing an extremely angry expression. Suddenly, a light shone from between his brows, and under the illumination of the light, his figure slowly coalesced.

As the light condensed, the aged figure slowly revealed itself as a blurry human form—none other than the old woman of the divine God Race.

A cold smile appeared on the face of the old God Race, who said to the blue ox, "Bull Devil King, today I will eliminate this ant for you, so you can properly avenge yourself."

"Hehe, thank you, old mistress!" Upon hearing the words of the old God Race, the blue ox chuckled wickedly.

"Okay, let's go!"

After saying this, the old God Race turned and left, disappearing from sight.

"Hmph, we Han Tribe will never let you get away with this!"

After the old God Race left, the blue ox glanced at Han Xiangzi, said with a displeased expression, and then followed the old God Race away.

"Hehe, this little guy is quite strong! He actually managed to withstand two of my moves." In the sky, the hunched figure looked at the blue ox, nodded slightly, and said to the blue ox.

"Thanks to the protection of the old mistress, otherwise I would have been killed by this little brat long ago. I wonder what the old mistress's plans are next?" The blue ox cupped his hands and said to the old God Race, his face full of respect.

"Your task is to capture this guy and hand him over to me for disposal," the old God Race said with a slight smile.

"Yes, Madam!"