Fighting Soul Clan Demoness

Chapter 621 The Hidden Hands of Void Devouring Flame!
Let the soul perish and the life be dedicated to the Lord!

Let alone in the Central Plains, even within the Soul Clan, this would be an astonishing event.

A peak four-star Dou Sheng, the Lord of the Soul Palace, and one of the elders of the Soul Clan, it can be said that every identity of Hun Miesheng is enough to make countless people weak in the knees or even kneel down. He is truly a killing god whose name can stop even children from crying.

But now, he has to kneel down to others and even offer his loyalty!

Is this really possible?

Inside the hall, immense pressure surged continuously, each wave possessing the power to make an ordinary Dou Zun faint instantly, and each wave brewing a bloody killing intent so thick it was nauseating.

The girl, who was at the core of the oppressive aura, remained calm as she gazed at the man before her.

A nine-colored halo seemed to shine in her eyes, as if the heavens were hanging high, indifferent and ruthless, allowing the impact of the sea of ​​blood to not harm her in the slightest.

"You think you can test me with these tricks?" Hun Ruoruo's lips curled into a sneer.

The next moment, she stretched out her finger and lightly touched the void.

"Om-"

A drop of blood seeped from the fingertip, piercing through the stagnant space in an instant, heading straight for the man.

Divine Bloodline!
With her internal energy and blood restored to their peak and her bloodline fully awakened, Hun Ruoruo no longer needed to hold back as before. As soon as she made her move, she used the power of her bloodline.

Since you want to take the initiative with intimidation, then I will retaliate with even greater intimidation.

When it comes to overwhelming power, the divine bloodline must be number one!

Upon seeing the drop of blood flying towards him, Hun Miesheng's pupils shrank sharply, and his expression changed almost imperceptibly.

It was just a test, yet it directly consumed the divine bloodline within his body?
Even though he already knew Hun Ruoruo's personality, her crazy actions at this moment still caught Hun Miesheng somewhat off guard.

Burning one's bloodline power has always been a taboo recognized by the members of the eight clans, because no matter how strong one's cultivation is, the amount of essence blood in one's body will never change, and burning a little bit will reduce it.

Excessive consumption could even lead to a regression in bloodline level and a severe drop in cultivation.

As for someone like Hun Ruoruo, who so recklessly squanders her bloodline, it's beyond exaggeration.
"madman."

Hun Miesheng never imagined that one day he would be the one to give such an evaluation to others.

He dared not be negligent, and immediately withdrew the pressure he had gathered, fearing that the other party might do something as crazy as damaging his bloodline again. The consequences of consuming a divine-grade bloodline were not something he could afford to bear.

However, as the pressure of the solidified space suddenly dissipated, the blood droplet that had been flying slowly seemed to be guided, and instead of falling to the ground, it accelerated and shot straight toward Hun Miesheng.

“Go.” Hun Ruoruo’s face flushed with excitement, and she murmured softly.

As soon as he finished speaking, a drop of blood streaked across the sky and suddenly appeared in front of Hun Miesheng.

In an instant, Hun Miesheng's pupils suddenly contracted.

"Clap!"

The crisp sound of dripping water rang out, followed by a deathly silence.

One breath, two breaths
After an unknown amount of time, Hun Miesheng slowly lowered his head, and a trace of disbelief finally flashed in his eyes, which were as still as dead water.

A crimson flower of blood silently bloomed on the black robe, dazzling and alluring.

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After a long silence, Hun Miesheng shook his head helplessly and removed all his protective gear: "Miss, you've broken the rules."

The previous attack clearly hadn't caused him any harm, but the bloodstain left on his clothes was truly glaring. Hun Ruoruo smiled even more brightly: "For the Palace Master, who breaks countless rules in the world, to say that I've broken the rules, it seems I did the right thing."

Hun Miesheng didn't discuss the matter further, his gaze fixed on the girl before him: "So, you agree?"

“I agree, of course I agree.” Hun Ruoruo stood up from her seat and said as if nothing had happened, “In fact, the reason I came to see you today is precisely for this matter.”

"As expected," Hun Miesheng's expression relaxed slightly.

“But,” Hun Ruoruo suddenly interrupted him, her voice rising abruptly, “even if we share the same goal, you are not the one who should take the initiative!”

"You lowly servant, trying to offer your loyalty to me, yet still fantasizing about retaining your so-called dignity as a temple master. Do you think your life is too valuable, or do you believe that I have no choice but to choose you?"

Hun Ruoruo's pupils were deathly still, even more chilling than her previous murderous intent, like a gaze from the abyss.

"I meant no disrespect."

"No disrespect, but that doesn't mean we won't test you, right?" Hun Ruoruo sneered. "With the pressure of a Dou Sheng, if it were anyone else, they would probably lose the will to resist in an instant. What to do then would still be up to you, wouldn't it?"

Soul Extinction and Life Remains Silent.

Seeing that the other party had no intention of refuting, Hun Ruoruo's expression remained unchanged, but she already understood in her heart.

With the cultivation and temperament of Soul Extinction, it is already extremely difficult to maintain a respectful attitude in front of me.

However, to gain the other party's approval, or even to gain their loyalty, the father's intimidation alone is far from enough.

She needs to prove herself.

It's not just about strength, but also about methods, mentality, and the ability to command the Soul Hall.

Thinking of this, Hun Ruoruo's eyes flickered slightly, and she suddenly relented, saying, "However, I can give you a chance."

"Miss, please speak."

"Intelligence." Hun Ruoruo held up a finger. "Before I replace the current young clan leader, I need you to provide all the necessary intelligence, without any concealment. Is that too much to ask?"

Upon hearing this, Hun Miesheng's heart stirred. After pondering for a moment, he quickly nodded and said, "I will do my best to assist you, Miss."

He knew that if he wanted to surrender, he would have to show his sincerity, and providing intelligence was obviously the most subtle and easiest way.

"Still calling me 'Miss'?" Hun Ruoruo said with a half-smile.

A hint of hesitation flashed across Hun Miesheng's face: "Miss, our deal is not yet finalized."

"But you're the one who's desperate, aren't you?" Hun Ruoruo's smile remained unchanged, her eyes as deep as the starry sea: "Hun Miesheng, the one who should be afraid isn't me."

Hun Miesheng's face twitched almost imperceptibly for a moment, and after a long while, a slightly labored, hoarse voice slowly rang out from his mouth:

"Yes, Your Majesty."

"Whatever Your Majesty asks, I will answer without reservation."

Upon hearing this, Hun Ruoruo's last lingering concerns finally dissipated, and she revealed a satisfied expression.

She knew that once Hun Miesheng uttered those words, there would be no turning back.

She lightly licked her lips, hesitated for a moment, and then spoke softly:
"First question. You should have the sub-fire of the Void Devouring Flame within your body, right?"

(End of this chapter)