Fighting Soul Clan Demoness

Chapter 620 A Deal of Loyalty

Inside the Hall of Soul Reapers.

Soul Extinction, the master of the hall, did not ascend to the top seat at the top of the hall, but stood beside the girl, which looked extremely strange with his mountain-like body.

"Sit down." Hun Ruoruo glanced at the man in front of her with a half-smile. "You should know very well that I don't like to use my power to bully others."

Soul Extinction: "."

Given his status and methods, if anyone else had said those words, they would have been killed on the spot in no time.

But facing the girl in front of him, he couldn't even muster the slightest thought of rebuttal, let alone the desire to kill her.

Because that's the truth.

As the daughter of the Soul Emperor, Hun Ruoruo's noble status is beyond words. Even the young master of the ancient clan, who is known as the most famous among the eight clans, is far inferior to her in his eyes.

However, even with such a terrifying background, Hun Ruoruo did not choose to use her power to oppress others. Instead, she sacrificed her bloodline as a bargaining chip and went to the Northwest Region alone, where she has been adventuring ever since.

It could be said that if Hun Ruoruo hadn't given up her identity, the Soul Palace wouldn't even have had the right to contact her, let alone forge this irreconcilable hatred.
The Soul Palace's fate was entirely its own fault.

The more he thought about it, the more helpless he felt. Hun Miesheng shook his head, gave the girl a slight bow, but did not choose to sit down. Instead, he slowly spoke:
"Please forgive my negligence, Miss."

Hearing that the other party did not choose to shirk responsibility, Hun Ruoruo's eyes flashed, and she said with great interest:

"As expected of someone my father values, I was quite surprised that he dared to take the blame."

Hun Miesheng sighed, "The Soul Palace was under my control. It is no wonder that such a disaster has occurred, and I cannot escape the blame."

He paused for a moment, then smiled bitterly, "Moreover, even if I am unwilling to bear this responsibility, with Miss's intelligence, I'm afraid she won't easily choose to let it go."

"You're quite open-minded." Hun Ruoruo idly played with the Heavenly Venerable Token in her hand, saying, "It's just a pity that an apology alone is far from enough."

Upon hearing this, Hun Miesheng paused slightly, clearly understanding the girl's intention.

That was a demonstration!

Now that the other party has chosen to return to their clan, it is destined that they can no longer keep a low profile.

Regardless of strength or status, Hun Ruoruo, who possesses the dual titles of the clan leader's daughter and divine bloodline, will definitely rise to the peak at an unimaginable speed.

To thoroughly solidify one's foundation, power becomes the most crucial element.

After all, when it comes to power, who can compare to the Soul Palace?

It was obvious that Hun Ruoruo's posture and words were intended to force him to take sides!
Hun Miesheng couldn't help but look up.

The girl before him was as cold as ice, but her stunningly beautiful face now revealed a chilling ambition, and her eyes seemed to dim the stars.

Looks like, too much like.
Although her face did not resemble the one he remembered, Hun Miesheng seemed to glimpse the soul beneath the girl's skin—a demon identical to her father, a demon capable of making the world tremble.

Hun Ruoruo's expression still carried an indifferent smile, but Hun Miesheng slowly lowered his head, avoiding her gaze.

Time ticked by, and just as the atmosphere reached its most oppressive point, he suddenly spoke, sighing softly:
"When I first met you, I already had a premonition."

When Hun Miesheng raised his head again, the tremor in his eyes had quietly turned into calm:
"I just never expected that what would finally make you completely let go of your concerns would be a mere old ghost like Zhaixing. How fortunate he is."

Hun Miesheng's words did not contain any flattery; on the contrary, they carried a hint of regret, as if he truly believed that dying after suffering torment was a great honor for the old ghost Zhaixing.

"Stop with the flattery." Hun Ruoruo said indifferently, "My patience is limited. State your choice." Hearing this, Hun Miesheng smiled, but showed no displeasure, and said in a low voice, word by word:
“I have served Your Majesty for many years and believe I understand your character. I will not die if I offend you.”

"But offending Miss, I'm afraid I'll die on the spot today."

Even though Hun Miesheng didn't directly answer these words, his intention was already obvious.

"Oh?"

Hun Ruoruo's eyes gleamed with an eerie light, and a smile finally appeared on her lips, intoxicating yet dangerous: "Interesting. Are you sure you're ready?"

Hun Miesheng bowed and scraped his head, demonstrating his attitude through his actions:

"I would like to make a deal with you, Miss."

He knew perfectly well that he was in a truly hopeless situation.

With the crime of disobedience before and the accusation of plotting to harm the young master behind, no matter which way he goes, he will only fall into the abyss as the seemingly glorious Lord of the Soul Palace.

Therefore, when faced with a dilemma, the only option is to choose the lesser one.

As Hun Miesheng had said before, having served Hun Tiandi for many years, he already knew his lord's personality very well. Even if he committed a crime of rebellion, as long as he still had value, the other party would not easily harm his life.

Offending the girl in front of you would be the real disaster.

Whether in terms of personal value or personal relationship, Hun Ruoruo far surpasses him by a great margin. If the other party is determined to take his life, Hun Tiandi will not hesitate at all.

Moreover, Hun Ruoruo's resentment has reached an unprecedented level. In order to quell this anger, it is not impossible for Hun Tiandi to make him a scapegoat.

He had no choice.

The other party never intends to give you a choice.

Seeing Hun Miesheng make a decisive decision, Hun Ruoruo couldn't help but nod slightly, secretly praising him.

Dealing with smart people is indeed time-saving and effortless.

"As expected of someone even your father values ​​highly, you've grasped your situation so quickly. You're far superior to those old fogies of the ancient clans." The girl rested her chin on her hand, glancing sideways with a smile as she praised.

Soul Extinction's face remained calm as he said indifferently, "I am acting on the orders of my sovereign to oppose the world. How can a mere remnant compare to me?"

The man's voice was calm and deathly still, yet it seemed to contain endless mountains of corpses and seas of blood. With just a simple sentence, he revealed an arrogance and domineering nature that could make countless people tremble.

Clearly, this seemingly unassuming Lord of the Soul Palace held the ancient race in utter contempt and disdain.

A stench of blood and gore assaulted her senses. Even the slightest bit of the pressure emanating from the Dou Sheng caused Hun Ruoruo to feel immense pressure, as if a divine mountain was pressing down on her, making her feel powerless to resist.

Her eyes narrowed slightly, and she subtly activated her Heavenly Realm Soul, effortlessly dissipating most of the oppressive force. She then looked at the other person:
"Tell me, what do you want to trade with me?"

As soon as he finished speaking, an invisible force struck, instantly sealing off the entire palace. Countless arrays began to operate wildly, blocking all prying eyes.

Battle aura, elements, even light—everything froze at that moment, with only the figure of the domineering man standing proudly, like a ferocious god slaughtering the world.

However, this time, Hun Miesheng did not conceal his aura as usual. Instead, he stared intently at the girl before him and slowly spoke:
"I am willing to serve you as my mistress, young lady. Would you dare to agree?"

(End of this chapter)