Fighting Soul Clan Demoness

Chapter 583 Elegy (3k5)

A dense purple aura seeped out from the crack in the door, its sinister and dark fluctuations seemingly threatening to devour one's very soul.

A man dressed in a black robe stood silently in the sky, looking down at the girl in front of him with a playful gaze.

"That's really surprising."

The man smiled gently and said softly, "Young friend, it's been a long time. How have you been?"

The newcomer was none other than the Venerable Qinghai from back then.

At this moment, he was completely devoid of his previous rage, and even the injuries on his face seemed to have disappeared, as if he had regained his former ease and control over the situation.

Hun Ruoruo, however, did not respond to him, but instead glanced at the giant gate in the clouds:
"The Soul Hunter Sect. It seems that the method used to capture the Sound Valley back then relied on it. Such a large-scale operation, yet you only sent a low-level Dou Zun as a guide. I wonder if your Soul Palace is being cautious or overconfident."

As a symbol of launching a general offensive, the Soul Hunter Sect holds a pivotal position within the Soul Palace, and only the Sequence Celestials and the Palace Masters of each Palace are qualified to mobilize it.

Although the Venerable Qinghai before them was also a respected elder, he was clearly far inferior to the Celestial Venerables and Palace Masters.

"Hehe." Venerable Qinghai smiled faintly, neither annoyed nor impatient: "I didn't expect that you would have some knowledge of the internal situation of my Soul Palace. However, what you said is not wrong. When it comes to such secrets, I really do not have the authority to make decisions."

"The Pill Tower and the Sound Valley have always been on good terms, and those alchemists hate my Soul Palace to the extreme. They want to avoid their gaze, so naturally, those important figures won't easily show themselves."

He said with a half-smile, "You can regard me as the messenger of the Heavenly Venerable."

Celestial Messenger!
It is no exaggeration to say that this is a name that would make all forces in the Central Plains, except for the Pill Tower, tremble.

The reason it is described this way is because it represents not only the prestige of the Celestial Venerable, but also the will of the core group of people in the Soul Palace.

When the Celestial Venerable remains still, all is well; but when he does move, he inevitably unleashes a bloodbath. This is an ironclad rule recognized throughout the Central Plains. If the Celestial Venerable is the embodiment of calamity, then his messengers are the harbingers of that calamity, and no one dares to challenge his might.

However, to the surprise of Venerable Qinghai, Hun Ruoruo did not show any fear at all, as if the power of a Heavenly Venerable had not affected her state of mind.

Her expression remained calm as she nodded slightly. "I guessed it."

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The Venerable Qinghai frowned almost imperceptibly.

After a long pause, he chuckled and shook his head: "Young friend, I admit that you know a lot about my Soul Palace. It's just a pity that while there are quite a few people who know about the Soul Palace, very few of them actually survive."

"Although we don't know what methods the Valley Master of Yin Valley used to create this illusion, an illusion is still an illusion, and the ending is already predetermined! How laughable it is to try to defy fate!"

Having said that, Venerable Qinghai raised his hand and pointed to the gate in the sky, a hint of fanaticism finally flashing in his eyes:
"Look! The Soul Hunter Gate has been opened, and my Soul Palace army can crush Sound Valley at any time. I, too, can wipe out all of you remnants of Sound Valley once again!!"

Before Hun Ruoruo could respond, his body trembled, and the Dou Zun light wheel suddenly swelled in the wind, rising slowly in the sky like a great sun in the dark night.

Boom! !

The moment Venerable Qinghai released his Dou Zun pressure, thunder roared in the sky, black mist filled the air, and the space within a hundred miles around him trembled violently, as if the heavens and earth were boiling.

"It seems the pieces below should make their move soon." Hun Ruoruo wasn't too surprised, glancing down and quietly observing the situation in Yin Valley.

The Venerable Qinghai was merely a pawn on the front lines, and the only way to stop the calamity of Yin Valley was to close the Soul Hunter Gate.

"Wait for me," she murmured to herself.

Suddenly, the once tranquil Law Enforcement Hall burst forth with beams of purple light that shot straight into the sky.

"What is that?" Mo Yi, who was in charge of guarding the Soul Palace delegation, had his pupils constricted and felt a chill run through his body as if he had fallen into the deepest abyss.

In his view, the Soul Hall envoys, who were originally harmless, suddenly unleashed terrifying strength comparable to high-level Dou Zong, slaughtering the Yin Valley disciples stationed in the Law Enforcement Hall with overwhelming force.

Blood, wails, cries—countless bloody scenes he had never witnessed in his life were now like the sharpest blade, brutally slicing open his once peaceful heart.

"Ahhh."

Mo Yi's throat felt like it was about to twist into a knot, staring blankly at the scene before him.

"Stop! Stop!!" he roared, charging forward like a madman.

"Aren't we negotiating? All you want is the technique to create the secret treasure in Yin Gu, right? Why kill people? Why did you have to kill them?!"

"Heh heh, utterly foolish." An envoy revealed a sinister smile, his body flashing as he appeared in front of Mo Yi in an instant, striking down with a palm.

"It's just killing someone, what reason do you need?"

The next moment, a deep and eerie soul power erupted, carrying fierce battle qi, and headed straight for Mo Yi's face.

As the giant hand descended, the space trembled violently. The deep purple soul power transformed into ferocious spirits, tearing at the battle aura defenses surrounding Mo Yi's body.

"This is... a life form that has been refined?!"

Mo Yi's face paled, his heart filled with fear, but he did not back down in the slightest. He gritted his teeth and unleashed his battle qi to attack.
"Buzz!"

The two immense forces collided. The terrifying strength of the high-level Dou Zong, combined with the erosion of the living soul, almost shattered all of Mo Yi's defenses, and heavily struck his body.

Mo Yi was sent flying backward instantly. His face was deathly pale, and he coughed up blood repeatedly. He crashed into the ground like a broken blood bag, his chest caved in, clearly indicating that he had broken countless bones.

"vice captain!"

"Brother Mo Yi!!"

As the deputy captain of the enforcement team, Mo Yi also holds a pivotal position among the younger generation. His strength is even comparable to An Wan's, only slightly inferior to Mo Ying, who is hailed as an unparalleled genius.

And he couldn't even withstand a single blow from his opponent!

This scene nearly shattered the beliefs of all the disciples in the enforcement team.

The Soul Palace envoy chuckled, ignoring the enforcement disciples who were frantically rushing towards Mo Yi, and instead turned his gaze to the sky:

"I thought Lord Qinghai's opponent would be that old man, but I never expected that this little Yin Valley would have such a prodigy. She must be the little princess you were talking about, right?" He licked his lips, a deeply hidden covetous glint in his eyes: "Such powerful soul fluctuations, I wonder what it tastes like?"

"How dare you!!" Mo Yi's eyes were bloodshot as he dragged his heavily injured body to his feet.

“Foolish good-for-nothing, if you hadn’t been constantly proclaiming the nobility of your little princess, given that old man’s level of vigilance, I might not have been able to find out anything about her.”

The Soul Palace envoy's eyes were mocking as he coldly laughed, "Peace? Negotiation? You sheep, isolated from the world, are as naive as three-year-old children. Do you even deserve the name of the Three Valleys?"

"Of course, you don't need to blame yourself too much. Even if you hadn't let it slip, my Soul Palace would have made full preparations anyway; it's just a matter of time."

"In a sense, by shortening everyone's suffering, you've made a considerable contribution to the Sound Valley, hehehe."

Seemingly showing utter disdain for the peaceful scene in Yin Valley, the Soul Palace envoy threw his head back and laughed wildly, using every word to humiliate him.

"..." Mo Yi didn't utter a sound, biting his lip tightly with his teeth, his fingers digging into his palm, bringing waves of excruciating pain.

However, compared to the physical pain, the resentment in one's heart is even harder to suppress.

He never thought that Yin Valley would be invaded, let alone that the little princess would face such a calamity because of his loose tongue.

Looking at the slender figure in the sky who was fighting against the Dou Zun, Mo Yi felt ashamed and resentful, but he couldn't muster any strength to stop her. His pure white musical soul was covered with fine cracks.

"So, I was the sinner." He closed his eyes in despair.

"Heh heh, die with this sin on your shoulders!"

Seeing this, the Soul Palace envoy no longer hesitated, a ferocious glint flashing in his eyes, and he shouted in a sinister voice.

"boom!!"

The air seemed to tighten as if collapsing, and rubble flew everywhere. The Hall of Law Enforcement could no longer withstand the impact and collapsed heavily.

But at that moment, the arrogance on the Soul Palace envoy's face suddenly froze.

As the Law Enforcement Hall collapsed, three figures suddenly appeared in the empty space.

A man and a woman stood side by side, and not far in front of them, a young man dressed in black robes and holding a huge ruler stood quietly beside Mo Yi, as if strolling leisurely.

"What right do invaders have to convict others?"

The young man's calm words struck Mo Yi's lifeless heart like a resounding bell, causing him to involuntarily raise his head, his pupils contracting sharply.
"Brother Xiao."

"Don't worry, you've held firm to the bottom line of Yin Valley and haven't leaked a single detail." Xiao Yan didn't look at him, but said softly, "You did nothing wrong."

"Where did this little boy come from?"

The Soul Palace envoy frowned and said coldly, "As expected of the Sound Valley, which is rich in soul treasures, it can even block my attack. However, treasures are ultimately just external forces, and can only protect you for a while at most."

"My lord!" The envoy beside him seemed to have noticed something amiss and exclaimed in alarm, "That doesn't seem to be a secret treasure!"

"what?"

The Soul Palace envoy's pupils suddenly contracted.

He stared at the ancient and enormous black ruler, and indeed found no soul fluctuations.

In other words, the opponent relied entirely on their own strength!

Upon seeing this, the remaining disciples of Yin Gu were immediately overjoyed, as if they had recognized the newcomer.

"It's Junior Brother Mo Yan! And Senior Brother and Senior Sister too, we're saved!"

"Senior Brother, the little princess is in danger! Please kill this villain immediately and go to her aid!"

"Mo Yan?"

The Soul Palace envoy's expression was uncertain, as if he had no memory of this person at all.

When did such powerful young men and women appear in the Valley of Sound?!

His eyes flickered, and his gaze swept towards the dark figure in the distance. Overjoyed, he transmitted his voice sharply:
"Mo Ying, what are you waiting for? Make your move now!"

"I understand your reluctance to kill your beloved, but if you choose to act now, I will certainly plead with Lord Qinghai for your life in the future. Do not hesitate!"

Seeing the Soul Palace envoy's lips move, An Wan lowered her eyes slightly, but did not stop him at all, and stood quietly in place.

Meanwhile, Mo Ying had already drawn his longsword and was walking forward step by step.

"Jie Jie"

Seeing the man's actions, the Soul Palace envoy felt reassured and looked at Xiao Yan with a cruel glint in his eyes. "Little thing, trusting the person behind you is never a good choice."

"Die!"

However, what happened next left him stunned.

Mo Ying, sword in hand, walked step by step toward Xiao Yan. Xiao Yan, however, did not turn around. As if he had expected it, he also picked up the giant ruler and stepped forward until they were side by side.

"How...how is this possible?!" The Soul Palace envoy roared madly, "Mo Ying, how dare you betray the Soul Palace? Aren't you afraid of suffering the punishment of being devoured by ten thousand souls?!"

"Why waste words with him? He was never a member, so how can you talk about betrayal?"

Xiao Yan sneered, not giving the other party a chance to bark anymore, and rushed forward first, shattering the space with a single cleavage.

"Flame Division. Devouring Wave Ruler!"
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The other chapter will be a little later, with more words. The climax will be nearing its end after this part. Thank you.

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