Fighting Soul Clan Demoness

Chapter 614 The Soul Extinction Life, Respectful as a Servant
"You...you also have the Heavenly Venerable's Token!"

The old ghost's voice no longer carried the previous madness and hysteria, but instead carried a deep sense of horror.

"What?!" Hyoga turned around abruptly.

At this moment, he couldn't even care less about the hatred he felt for being used as a human shield by the old ghost Zhaixing, and his body trembled like a leaf.

On the periphery, the powerful figures of the Soul Palace were in an uproar, especially the several Heavenly Rank Protectors who held important positions, who stared at the grayish-purple light that had appeared in the black mist as if they had seen a ghost.

Heavenly Decree!
In other words, this seemingly inevitable siege of Yin Valley has turned into an internal power struggle within the Soul Palace.
Just as countless people stared blankly at the token in the girl's hand, the black mist that had been covering the surrounding area suddenly opened up an invisible path, and the man's figure slowly emerged from it.

The moment he saw that figure, Old Ghost Zhaixing's pupils contracted sharply. Immediately afterward, the Heavenly Venerable Token, which was closely connected to his soul, silently severed all communication.

"Pfft!!" A mouthful of blood spurted out, and Old Ghost Zhaixing collapsed to the ground, his face filled with terror.

"What kind of strength is this?"

Gazing at the towering figure in the sky, as majestic as a mountain, Old Ghost Zhaixing turned deathly pale, unable to even muster the strength to move a single finger.

As a Heavenly Venerable of the Soul Palace and a branch hall master, he believed he knew all the powerful figures in the Central Continent like the back of his hand, but he had never heard of anyone as terrifying as the other party.

With just one hand, he transcended the constraints of space, effortlessly grasping the terrifying black lotus capable of destroying everyone present, even intercepting his Heavenly Venerable Token.
Half-Saint. If this level of cultivation were not available, the person before me would probably be a true Dou Sheng level expert!
How could a mere remnant of the Yin Valley have the protection of a Dou Sheng-level figure?

In an instant, cold sweat beaded on Old Ghost Zhaixing's forehead. Intense fear made his spine feel as if it had been pulled out, and he stammered, "..."

"Predecessors"

However, even faster than his voice came the girl's chilling, demonic voice:

Do I need to repeat the reason I called you here?

Hun Ruoruo suddenly raised her head, her bloodshot eyes filled with madness:
"That's his achievement, a victory he won by burning his life. How dare you stop him?!"

The commands and resentful accusations were like the sharpest and most biting words in the world, causing everyone present to be terrified.

Saints are like the heavens.

This is not just a respectful term, but also the most appropriate summary of beings at the Dou Sheng level. Being able to create a small world for their own use, in a sense, they are already beings close to the heavens.

And the person in front of me, Hun Ruoruo, actually dared to point her finger at a saint and curse him!

The other party didn't even have any intention of refuting it!

They dared not, nor were they able to, delve deeper into the implications of this.

"Sorry, miss."

After a moment of silence, the man finally spoke, his voice as steady as a mountain, yet now tinged with caution:
"Even with my strength, I cannot easily intercept Young Master Xiao Yan's attack, so I had no choice but to resort to this tactic."

"Ha!" Hun Ruoruo sneered as if she had heard a great joke: "You mean, he, a mere Dou Zong, can threaten the life of you, a dignified Dou Sheng?"

“Miss, you are unaware of this.” The man sighed softly, but showed no anger: “Young Master Xiao Yan burned all of his life essence for this attack.”

Hun Ruoruo's eyes darkened instantly.

"Go on." The girl pressed her hand against Xiao Yan's chest. The youth's chest remained flat, making her voice suddenly become incredibly calm, without even the slightest emotional fluctuation.

However, upon seeing this, the man's expression changed slightly. Although it was the first time he had spoken with Hun Ruoruo, he seemed to have a deep understanding of this attitude, and even felt fear towards it.

He knew perfectly well that lurking beneath the girl's perfect appearance was a demon powerful enough to make the entire Dou Qi Continent tremble.

In the man's mind, there were only two beings on the continent who could be called demons.
Thinking of this, he raised his hand and summoned the previously annihilated black lotus, which then re-formed in an inconceivable way.

The next moment, as the man removed the battle qi seal, the originally tranquil and peaceful black lotus suddenly trembled slightly, and then, as if a heart was beating, it quickly became active.

"Bang, bang!"

A powerful heartbeat resounded, each beat seemingly imbued with an indescribable surge of vital energy, each beat containing a terrifying power akin to an avalanche.

The mere leakage of energy shattered the bodies of countless Ice River Valley and Soul Palace members into dust. Even those with the cultivation of a high-level Dou Zong couldn't help but cough up blood repeatedly and fall from the sky with screams.

Three heartbeats, and a thousand lives were lost!
A moment later, the man sealed the black lotus again, but his gaze never once fell on the ashen-faced members of the Soul Palace, as if the lives of a thousand people were nothing but grass to him.

"With your intelligence, Miss, you should know what this means." The man's voice remained incredibly calm.

Hun Ruoruo held Xiao Yan, whose body was gradually growing cold, and slowly got up. Her gaze swept over everyone and finally settled on the pale-faced Old Ghost Zhaixing and Binghe.

"He can still be saved."

"Miss, you should know."

"Soul Annihilation!!"

At this moment, Hun Ruoruo had shed all her elegance and poise, her blue hair dancing wildly in the wind, like a messenger from hell.

Her expression was so violent, her eyes filled with ferocity, yet she was breathtakingly beautiful, like a rose that sprouted on the battlefield, blooming fiercely under the nourishment of blood and fire, her body covered with thorns that could pierce the throat.

Hun Ruoruo's voice was chilling, her hatred and killing intent transforming into a raging sea of ​​blood: "I don't care what method you use to save his life. If he suffers even the slightest injury, you die!" "Repair the barrier you broke, and then...get out!!"

Even after his name was revealed, Hun Miesheng's expression remained unchanged. He sighed softly, and the imposing figure that struck fear into the hearts of the entire Central Plains bowed down with a deafening roar.

He knelt on one knee, half-suspended in mid-air, and respectfully said, "Yes, Miss."

For a moment, the whole place was dead silent.

Who is she talking about?
The absurd idea, which was beyond imagination, now arose in everyone's minds like a curse, lingering there.

Among everyone, including the Old Ghost Zhaixing, the one who is most respected and most feared is the Lord of the Soul Palace.

He once destroyed dozens of sects overnight, reshaping the situation in Zhongzhou. He also single-handedly killed several Dou Sheng, making the Soul Palace the number one force that made the entire Zhongzhou tremble.

From the lowest-ranking Soul Envoy to the highest-ranking Branch Hall Master, countless people have devoted their entire lives to just one chance to meet the legendary Hall Master, who is rarely seen.

But now that they have finally gotten what they wanted, all they can think about is escaping.

Lord Palace Master, you actually kneel before a junior?

Suddenly, with a thud, a senior Heavenly-level protector collapsed to the ground like a rag doll, his eyes rolled back, and he committed suicide!

With this person as a precedent, the Soul Hall members, who had been standing there dumbfounded as if in a daze, finally collapsed like a flood breaking through a dam.

Countless pleas for mercy, cries, and mad cries echoed, yet no one dared to step forward, and even the slightest thought of resistance could no longer arise.

Their will has been completely crushed.

"Your Majesty the Lord of the Palace"

Witnessing Soul Destroyer kneel before a junior, Old Ghost Zhaixing was terrified, his heart pounding so hard it felt like it was about to burst into pieces.

He couldn't understand.

The scene before him was far beyond his comprehension. If it weren't for the intense killing intent emanating from Hun Ruoruo and the constant pressure from the Dou Sheng level, Old Ghost Zhaixing would have even thought he was trapped in an illusion.

"Ah ah." His eyes were empty, and he uttered incoherent words.

"despair!"

The sound of heels hitting the ground made Old Ghost Zhaixing tremble violently, shrinking back like a mouse before a cat.

"It's time to settle our score."

Hun Ruoruo walked slowly forward. With each step she took, countless spirits flew into her black wings. In just a few breaths, she had already climbed to the peak of the One-Star Dou Zun.

"you!"

After all, he was an old monster who had lived for hundreds of years. The Star-Picking Old Ghost quickly reacted and said sternly:
"Little thing, I admit I've been defeated this time. But even if you win against us with the power of the Palace Master, it's just by borrowing his strength. Don't you dare to be so presumptuous in front of me!"

Old Ghost Zhaixing knew very well that in this situation, begging for mercy would only hasten his death.

Therefore, instead of showing any deference, he launched a verbal offensive in an extremely assertive manner.

The previous exchange between Hun Ruoruo and Hun Miesheng made Zhaixing Laogui absolutely certain that this woman must care a great deal about her reputation, otherwise she would never be so resentful about the latter's obstruction of the Black Lotus explosion.

To survive, you must find the opponent's weakness!
Upon hearing this, Hun Miesheng lowered his eyes slightly, but did not show much emotion. Daoist energy flowed in his palm, and streams of light continuously flew into Xiao Yan's body.

"How laughable it is to try to play such a trick on the young lady." He sighed and paid no more attention.

Because there's simply no need to pay attention.

A fleeting hint of malice flashed in Hun Ruoruo's eyes. She stopped in her tracks and sneered:

"If your Palace Master hadn't intervened, would you have survived his fire lotus with your strength?"

Seeing that Hun Ruoruo had actually taken the bait, the old ghost Zhaixing felt a surge of emotion, as if he had grasped the last straw.

He remained expressionless, and laughed angrily:
"Ridiculous! If that fire lotus explodes, the first to die will be that brat, and the second will be you! Without your two obstacles, I can easily break free of my restraints and escape into the void!"

So, it turns out they were just resentful.

Hun Ruoruo narrowed her eyes, pondered for a moment, and then slowly said, "Alright, I can give you a chance. If I win, I suppose you won't have anything to say."

The old ghost who picked stars was overjoyed: "What if you lose?"

"What if I lose?"

Seeing the other person's expression, Hun Ruoruo's lips suddenly curved into a strange, eerie smile that sent chills down the spine of the old ghost Zhaixing, a smile that was both demonic and malevolent.

"Then naturally we need to send you to your death to prevent future troubles, don't you think?"

Previously, she was only concerned about Xiao Yan's feelings.

As for herself.
Does a vixen need to save face? You idiot.
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The next chapter will be a little later, and I'll try to add more words. Thank you all for reading!
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