Fighting Soul Clan Demoness

Chapter 525 The Four Venerables! (3k4)

"Strange fire?!"

Looking back at the massive, deep blue halberd, the old man's previously ecstatic face instantly froze, and his entire body was enveloped in a chilling aura.

Ice Valley has been established for countless years and has always been proud of its unique ice-attribute battle qi in the Central Plains. When it comes to killing power, it is in no way inferior to the metal-attribute battle qi, which is known for its offensive power.

Yin Valley has always remained aloof, so among the three valleys, only Burning Flame Valley and Ice River Valley have shown signs of competition. However, after so many years of open and covert struggles, Ice River Valley has always been slightly inferior to Burning Flame Valley.

The key to all of this is the strange fire!
"This damned demoness, just how blessed is she? Not only does she possess such monstrous talent, but she can also absorb strange fire with water-attribute battle qi! She!"

Before the words were even finished, the flaming halberd shot out and pierced through the void, instantly disappearing into nothingness at an unimaginable speed.

The old man secretly groaned, desperately changing his movements in an attempt to evade the attack. However, the faint blue light that seemed to have drawn an invisible thread between them, and no matter how he moved, it was to no avail.

As the old man kept changing his position, the distance between the Flame Halberd and him actually decreased considerably, flying almost right next to him, as if it were deliberately toying with him.

The seemingly fierce and domineering Sea Flame Halberd transformed into incredibly gentle water ripples the moment it came into contact with the protective icy battle aura, easily penetrating the barrier.

"Do not!!!"

The old man was terrified. He never dreamed that Hun Ruoruo would ignore the weakened allied forces and choose to target him first.

Before he could put up any resistance, a thin, transparent needle shot out from the water and pierced the old man's forehead in an instant!

"After running for so long, it's time to take a break."

With a snap of Hun Ruoruo's fingers, the old man who had been fleeing in panic suddenly withdrew all his aura and fell into the waves as if he had lost his soul.

Witnessing this unbelievable scene, Mu Qingluan felt as if her common sense was about to be overturned.

Why didn't he choose to resist?

Even though his protective fighting spirit was still intact and he didn't even have a single scratch on his body, the old man simply chose to give up all resistance. Could it be that his conscience had suddenly changed?

Dragged back to the great formation by the waves, the old man's eyes had completely lost their whites, turning into a pure and eerie deep black color. Coupled with his expressionless face, he appeared particularly chilling and terrifying.

A flash of purple light appeared in her eyes, and Hun Ruoruo licked her lips, revealing a satisfied blush: "Hehe, from now on, I'll trouble Elder to take good care of your subordinates and guard the gate."

After saying that, the girl didn't even look at the allied forces standing there anymore. She turned her head and slowly walked towards the direction where Xiao Yan and the others were.

"Young Master, protecting Junior Sister's physical and mental health is your duty as her senior brother."

Upon hearing this drawn-out reminder, Xiao Yan seemed to realize something and quickly grabbed Mu Qingluan, leading her away towards the Starfall Pavilion without further ado.

As he retreated, he shouted to those around him in a warning tone, "That's enough for today. Everyone from Starfall Pavilion, return to your pavilion immediately!"

Upon hearing Xiao Yan's words, even though the disciples had some doubts, they could no longer question him. They could only respond in unison, activate their fighting spirit wings, and fly swiftly towards the Starfall Pavilion.

However, even with Xiao Yan's reminder, some disciples still couldn't suppress their curiosity and couldn't help but glance in the direction of the battlefield during the brief moment of entering the pavilion.

That one glance left him with a shadow he would never forget for the rest of his life—

Bathed in the crimson glow of the setting sun, the old man appeared to emerge from a sea of ​​blood, each strike sending heads tumbling and blood splattering.

Because of Hun Ruoruo, all the screams and wails seemed to be blocked out, and only the silent killing continued to unfold outside the Tianxing Mountains.

Fear, anger, resentment, and hatred—countless faces, each with its own distinct expression, were arranged like a city wall across the ravines of the mountain range, leaving no gaps whatsoever.

"Ho ho."

After killing all the enemies, a relieved and kind smile suddenly appeared on the old man's face, and he mechanically cradled his own head.

"Gaba!"

Nightfall swallowed the setting sun at this moment.

Starfall Pavilion, main hall.

Venerable Wind frowned, looking helplessly at the obedient-looking girl before him, and couldn't help but sigh:
"Girl, your master and I only discussed matters for half a day, and you managed to scare all those disciples into fainting. What can I say about you?"

His original intention was to have Hun Ruoruo and the other person lead the disciples to boost morale and cultivate the fighting spirit they lacked.

With a major battle imminent, even with his strength, it would be impossible for him to protect everyone completely.

Therefore, leaving the greenhouse environment is an extremely suitable experience for these disciples who are about to engage in a life-or-death struggle.

But now?

He has certainly grown, but it seems the stimulation he received was a bit too much.
If these disciples hadn't already fasted, they probably would have vomited up even the food they ate the night before!
Thinking of this, Venerable Feng glanced at Xiao Yan, who was standing upright, and said, "And you too."

"I?"

Xiao Yan was taken aback, pointing to his own nose in bewilderment, "Uncle-Master, let me make this clear first, I haven't done anything wrong. Besides, Ruoruo is only doing this to establish his authority. Those people don't even respect your Dou Zun status. If word gets out, what will others think of our Starfall Pavilion?" Seeing the other party's businesslike demeanor, Venerable Feng couldn't help but smile, teasingly saying:
"I only said I had something to discuss with you, and I didn't intend to blame either of you. You're so eager to speak up for Ruoruo, isn't that a bit like burying your head in the sand?"

Upon hearing this, Xiao Yan blushed, but still stood in front of the girl with his neck stiff, saying, "Senior, please speak frankly. With a formidable enemy at hand, we will naturally not let personal matters delay the battle."

Venerable Feng gave the young man a satisfied look, then suppressed his smile and said calmly, "You should all be aware of the Ice River Valley Alliance, right?"

Xiao Yan and Hun Ruoruo nodded in unison. After the previous negotiations, they had clearly figured out the purpose of the Ice River Valley.

All talk and no action is just a facade; all that matters is self-interest and ambition!

Venerable Feng nodded and said to himself, "According to my and your master's judgment, the number of Dou Zun who have come to invade this time is far beyond everyone's imagination. Not to mention the two Dou Zun in Ice River Valley, the strength of that Old Ghost Huang Quan alone is far beyond what ordinary people can match."

"Moreover, judging from the intelligence we obtained by chance last time, Glacier Valley and 'over there' are probably inextricably linked."

"Over there." Hun Ruoruo's pupils contracted, and her smile vanished. "You mean the Soul Palace?"

"good."

Mentioning the Soul Palace, Venerable Feng's face became noticeably solemn, and he said in a deep voice:
"The Soul Hall's influence extends throughout the Central Continent. The fact that Ice River Valley was able to obtain that soul technique, which is suspected to be from the Sound Valley, means that it must have some unknown relationship with the Soul Hall. Sending a Dou Zun to help is by no means an exaggeration!"

Upon hearing Venerable Feng's words, Xiao Yan's brows suddenly furrowed. After pondering for a moment, a look of understanding gradually appeared in his eyes.

He had a vague premonition that many clues about Yin Gu were slowly piecing together in a way that no one had ever imagined.
Xiao Yan's eyes flickered: "Uncle-Master, I might know something about the Dou Zun related to Yin Valley."

Venerable Wind raised an eyebrow slightly: "Tell me."

Xiao Yan smiled wryly and said, "As far as I know, the Soul Hall force most connected with Yin Valley should be a branch hall located in the Tianjian Mountain Range of the Northern Region, and one of the leaders in charge of this branch hall is an elder whose cultivation has reached the second star."

"Two-Star Dou Zun"

Upon hearing this, Venerable Feng suddenly sighed and said, "If things are really as you say, then this great battle will likely involve at least four Dou Zun."

It should be noted that even the powerful Sifang Pavilion only has one Dou Zun-level expert in each of its pavilions. Yet, despite this, the reputation of Sifang Pavilion still resounds throughout the entire Central Continent and is regarded as a sacred place for cultivation by countless cultivators.

And the four Dou Zun.
Let alone being their enemy, just hearing about that number would probably be enough to terrify some weak-willed cultivators, causing them to lose all resistance.

"Lord of Ice River Valley, I am confident I can hold my own against him. The old man has now recovered to the Heavenly Realm; holding off a Dou Zun for a short time wouldn't be difficult for him, but what about the others?"

Venerable Wind abruptly stopped speaking and did not continue.

Xiao Yan also fell silent.

He knew that the Wind Venerable's talk of "maneuvering a little" was not just a simple exchange of blows, but rather a genuine ability to contend with him.

Even if he and Yao Lao could hold off the two Dou Zun, given the Starfall Pavilion's resources, they probably wouldn't be able to find any other Dou Zun-level experts.

Xiao Yan let out a long breath and said somewhat unwillingly, "May I ask, Uncle-Master, where are your old friends now? My teacher has traveled across the continent for many years, he should have accumulated quite a network of connections, right?"

"We have naturally considered these matters as well."

Venerable Feng shook his head. "It's a pity that most people gave up their plans to provide support after hearing that they might be going against the Soul Palace. The only one who might be able to provide support, Venerable Iron Sword, is currently in seclusion and I'm afraid he won't be able to come in the short term."

It's the Soul Palace again!

Upon hearing the name "Soul Palace" again, Xiao Yan did not ask any further questions. He silently lowered his head, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked.

No one probably understands the power of the Soul Palace better than him, and those who would choose to face the Soul Palace for the sake of friendship are ultimately only a minority.

However, just as the atmosphere was becoming increasingly tense, the girl, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly spoke:

"If that's the case, why don't we find our own way out?"

Xiao Yan and Venerable Feng looked in surprise in the direction where the girl was.

Hun Ruoruo smiled slightly: "My senior uncle said earlier that we don't have any other Dou Zun level figures here, but I don't think that's necessarily true. Who said that a Dou Zun level figure must have a Dou Zun cultivation level?"

She reached out her slender hand and hooked it around the shoulder of the young man beside her. Then, to their astonishment, she reached out and patted his cheek.

"You agree, Rank 8 Alchemist?"

Looking at the girl beside him with her eyes full of longing, Xiao Yan stammered, forgetting to remind her that her martial uncle was still present, and desperately tried to wink at her: "Ruo Ruo, I haven't reached the eighth rank yet."

Hun Ruoruo gently touched his lips with her jade-like finger: "If I say you are an eighth-rank official, then you are an eighth-rank official."

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Xiao Yan immediately fell silent.

A satisfied smile curved her lips as Hun Ruoruo looked up at Venerable Feng and chuckled softly:
"Openly repair the stronghold while secretly advancing. If we revive Senior Tianhuo before the deadline and receive assistance from Burning Flame Valley, what do you think those so-called allied forces will think?"

(End of this chapter)