Fighting Soul Clan Demoness

Chapter 585 My Identity, Are You Worthy to Hear It?
As a respected elder of the Soul Palace, a figure who trembles throughout the Central Continent, Venerable Qinghai does not take any force seriously and never feels that anyone can threaten his life.

However, the aura emanating from the girl before him was like having his heart ripped out and his bones dug out; every breath he took was filled with a terror that made his blood run cold.

The Soul Hunter Gate is a treasure of the Soul Palace. Once opened, an endless stream of guardian soul envoys will arrive, and no force has ever been able to stop it.

However, this restriction only applies to outsiders!

Looking inside the Soul Palace, the heads of each branch hall, and even the Celestial Venerables of the Sequence, all have the authority to stop it, let alone the people of the main family who are truly in power behind the Soul Palace.
The Venerable Qinghai felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave. The deep purple light emanating from the girl almost made him want to prostrate himself in worship. He couldn't believe it, and couldn't even imagine that this was the true desire in his heart.

Kneel before the most despised and lowly remnants of the Yin Valley.

"A boring trick."

Gazing at the Soul Hunter's Gate trembling in the sky, Hun Ruoruo rested her chin on her hand and parted her lips slightly:
"A product modeled after the gates of the Soul Realm is ultimately something that can't be presented in a grand manner. As a spatial treasure, the fluctuations emanating from it represent true stillness, like the descent of an abyss."

She didn't even glance at the man beside her again. Her tone was gentle, yet it sounded like the scrutiny and commentary of someone in a superior position, as if she were looking at a crude and inferior imitation.

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The Venerable Qinghai opened his mouth, and his eyes, which had originally been gentle yet contemptuous, were now completely replaced by bloodlust.

His throat convulsed violently, and blood and froth mingled with his screams, like the dying howl of someone whose throat had been slit.
"who are you?!"

“I could have been the remnant of the Yin Valley that you despise the most.” Her smile was sweet, but the curve of her lips became particularly sarcastic. “But who told you to be so inquisitive, Qinghai?”

"I can tell you who I am, but are you qualified to listen?"

His deep, unfathomable blue eyes and utterly disdainful smile made the entire sky seem to tilt in his wake, and the rain seemed to flow backwards.

The Venerable Qinghai was completely dumbfounded. His body trembled like a leaf, and all the color drained from his face. He simply could not imagine how the same person could bear the identities of both the Yin Valley and the Soul Clan.

"no no!"

His hair was disheveled, and he looked like a madman: "The demonic soul of the Soul Clan, the sacred spirit of the Sound Valley, how can there be such a contradictory being in the world? Why is there such an anomaly as you who defies even the will of Heaven?!"

If the Sound Valley was the existence that Venerable Qinghai despised the most, then the Soul Clan was the goal he pursued throughout his life, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that it was his ultimate faith in this life.

As an envoy of the Celestial Venerable, he was able to learn many secrets unknown to ordinary people, and the most tempting of these was the opportunity to come into contact with the main branch of the Soul Clan.
If one could become a Celestial Venerable, there would be a slim chance of shedding their Soul Palace identity and becoming a foreign member of the Soul Clan, enjoying some of the privileges of the main clan.

It could even be said that all his scheming and all his efforts in this life were for the sake of obtaining this identity!
But he never dreamed that the identity he cherished most was just trash that the remnants of the Sound Valley discarded like worn-out shoes!
"Fake. Fake! What Soul Clan? They're all just illusions. You think you can fool me?!"

The Venerable Qinghai roared, his eyes bloodshot as he charged towards the girl, shouting commands that were almost maniacal:
"Kill! Kill them all! Leave not a single blade of grass in Sound Valley!!"

Faced with the Qinghai Venerable's frenzied offensive, Hun Ruoruo remained unmoved and chuckled lightly:

"If you truly believe I'm faking it, then why did you stop me from closing the Soul Hunter's Gate?"

Upon hearing this, Venerable Qinghai's body trembled violently, then erupted in even more frenzied rage, roaring:
"die!!!"

With a wave of his hand, the remaining iron chains suddenly shot out from his back, and the Dou Zun light wheel flashed wildly, as if he had used all his Dou Qi.

The wrath of a Dou Zun can cause the collapse of a hundred miles and the trembling of a thousand miles.

The already dilapidated space suddenly shattered like glass on the verge of collapse, creating cracks that even distorted the light.

Tens of thousands of living souls surged forth from the chains, instantly eclipsing the color of the heavens and earth, resembling a dark abyss.

Venerable Qinghai knew very well that even if he could use the Golden Crow's Cry to defeat a Heavenly Realm Soul, the outcome was still uncertain, let alone the fact that the opponent was a member of the Soul Clan. He simply had no chance of winning.

But ultimately, Hun Ruoruo is not a Dou Zun.

It's definitely not easy to overcome yourself in a short period of time.

This buffer period is more than enough for the Soul Hunter's Gate to truly open, thus welcoming the arrival of that great one.

Venerable Qinghai knew that the competition rules within the Soul Palace were derived from the Soul Clan's own clan, and that person happened to also possess the identity of the Soul Clan. Once he arrived here, the other party would surely die!
Realizing the Qinghai Venerable's scheme, Hun Ruoruo's expression remained unchanged, but a more subtle mockery flashed in her eyes.

"That's fine. If you stop struggling, it will be no fun."

A cruel glint appeared in her eyes. She raised her hand and slashed, and the Sea Heart Flame instantly transformed into a towering wave of water, abruptly enveloping the iron chains.

The terrifyingly high temperature, enough to distort space, mixed with the roar of the waves, struck Venerable Qinghai like a mountain collapsing and the moon overturning, sending him flying backward and crashing heavily to the ground like a meteorite.

"Ahhhhh!!!!"

The water droplets formed from the sea flames clung to his skin like a bone-deep infection, causing unprecedented pain. They burned away his entire skin, turning it into a stinking, burnt mess.

"Is this all the Dou Zun who can't use the energy of heaven and earth can do?" The girl's words were like a death warrant, constantly echoing in the ears of the Azure Sea Venerable, unhurried yet relentlessly pressing forward.

"I want you to die!!"

The Venerable Qinghai let out a roar that was not human, and vengeful ghosts sprang up from the iron chains, swarming towards the girl along the links of the chains.

"Pfft, you want to fight me with your soul?" Hun Ruoruo said with a smile, "It's rare for you to be so kind, so I'll gladly accept it."

She waved her hand and said lazily, "Soul Sea Crossing."

In an instant, the surging waves that had been surrounding the girl suddenly erupted with a captivating blue-purple light, and in just half a breath, they engulfed all the iron chains like a tsunami.

As the chanting, like a soul ferryman, began, not only Venerable Qinghai, but even the Soul Palace members fighting against the people of Yin Valley, seemed to be guided by something and stood there in a daze.

"what is that?"

At this moment, not only were the disciples of Yin Valley stunned, but even the old elder's face gradually showed an uncontrollable look of horror.

"Ruo Ruo, a derivative combat technique of the Heavenly Rank cultivation method, is going to kill all the members of the Soul Palace in one fell swoop!"

Upon hearing this, everyone in the Valley of Sound changed color, their shock mixed with wild joy, as if witnessing a miracle.

Xiao Yan stood silently to the side, his gaze fixed on the girl, his eyes slowly closing.

"It seems this is her choice."

No one but him knew what Hun Ruoruo had sacrificed to save Yin Gu.

The vengeful spirits that were originally filled with ferocity and demonic energy now seemed to have been summoned and lined up neatly in place, with countless iron chains transforming into a bridge for their crossing.

The further it went, the less the demonic energy dissipated, until finally it transformed into the purest cluster of soul light, becoming a part of the vast sea of ​​souls.

The once bloodthirsty and brutal Soul Palace envoy now laid down his weapon, his eyes glazed, and stumbled toward the Soul Sea. He walked faster and faster, and finally even fought each other to get ahead, dragging his severed limbs as he ran wildly through it.

Those who had been knocked to the ground gradually regained their senses and shouted loudly towards the location of the Azure Sea Venerable:
"Lord Qinghai, save me! Save me!!"

"Qinghai, you led us into this hell! From the afterlife, I will devour your flesh and blood!"

One after another, trembling and fearful voices came, some hoping that Qinghai would save them from their predicament, others knowing that there was no hope of survival, and thus they cursed with resentment.

Overwhelming evil thoughts surged forth, causing Venerable Qinghai to suffer both physical and mental damage. Even his soul shattered into countless cracks, causing his body to tremble more violently. Blood flowed from his eyes, almost blurring his entire eye sockets.

"Why?!!"

Above the night sky of Yin Valley, the heart-wrenching roar of Venerable Qinghai echoed.

Like the plea of ​​a dying prisoner, or the resentment of a god filled with hatred. No one could have imagined that such a voice came from the high and mighty Elder of the Soul Palace, the Heavenly Venerable's Envoy.

From a firm belief in having the overall situation under control to being trampled into the dust by the most ruthless means, Venerable Qinghai even wished to die on the spot rather than endure this heart-wrenching despair for even a moment longer.

He struggled to his feet, roared, and staggered toward the girl's location. Without the boost of his fighting spirit, he was no better than a spineless wild dog—at least a wild dog still had claws and sharp teeth.

"Oh!"

Hun Ruoruo raised her hand and unleashed a burst of battle qi, slamming him hard back to the ground, blood splattering on his cheek.

"You know what? I never try to reason with someone like you, and you don't deserve to listen."

Hun Ruoruo bent down and whispered like a demon, "You revere the Soul Clan the most, then I will destroy what you are most proud of, bit by bit, right before your eyes."

Upon hearing this, Venerable Qinghai's face grew even more terrified, his eyes bulging as if they were about to tear from their sockets: "What...what are you going to do?!"

"Go and self-destruct."

Hun Ruoruo spoke slowly and deliberately, without a trace of emotion remaining: "Right in front of your lord."

"What did you say?!!"

An unprecedented sense of absurdity washed over him. Before Venerable Qinghai could react, a strange noise suddenly came from the distant, dark iron gate.

A hand surrounded by black mist slowly emerged from the crack and placed itself on the door panel. At that moment, an aura that could make everyone tremble suddenly appeared!

"Qinghai, you have yet to send a message. Do you know what crime it is to delay a battle?"

(End of this chapter)