Fighting Soul Clan Demoness

Chapter 775 The Little Thief of the Xiao Clan and the Young Clan Leader of the Soul Clan (First Update!)

Seventh level of Dou Zun.

As the final watershed between Venerable and Saint, the power of a Seventh-Rank Dou Venerable is terrifying enough to regard ordinary Dou Venerables as mere weeds. Not to mention fighting against them, even circulating Dou Qi becomes extremely difficult.

The gap between Hun Ruoruo, a mere Seven-Star Dou Zun, and Hun Feng was an exaggeratedly large one!

Using the strong to oppress the weak, using the intentional to oppress the unintentional—it's safe to say this is almost a certain death trap!
This is true.

No one in the Soul Clan, including the elders, could believe that Hun Ruoruo could survive Hun Feng's life-burning attack. Even Hun Miesheng, who knew the girl's strength best, had almost given up hope.

But to everyone's surprise, Hun Ruoruo not only did not panic, but instead, she lightly raised her hand to meet Hun Feng's attack.

The scroll-like world within the book's pages appeared, instantly encompassing the terrifying, sky-covering tornado; the entire process was so fast that there was almost no time to react.

"What?!"

Upon seeing this scene, not only Hunfeng himself, but also all the Saint-level elders were dumbfounded, their jaws almost dropping to the ground.

This is the life-consuming strike of the Soul Clan's number one prodigy!
It not only incorporated his lifelong beliefs but also burned away all his divine bloodline. Its power and killing intent were so strong that even a semi-saint would feel a chill.

But in Hun Ruoruo's hands, not even a ripple was made?

Even more bizarrely, the monstrous tornado unleashed by Hunfeng absorbed countless energies from the Gu Realm, but those energies did not return to the world after the move was executed; instead, they vanished without a trace.

That feeling was as if all the energy of heaven and earth had been given to Hun Ruoruo.
ate.

Soul Extinction, who had originally unleashed his supreme power in an attempt to forcibly enter the Gu Realm, now remained frozen in place, his stepping motion still in place.

The elders, as if frozen in place, were turned into clay sculptures in all sorts of bizarre poses, their eyes and faces filled with unprecedented horror.

This scene was so absurd it could almost be described as comical, yet in the vast Soul Realm, not a single person dared to chuckle.

Only the girl's mischievous laughter, as clear as a babbling brook, echoed throughout the Soul Realm, stirring the heartstrings.

"Emperor's Soul Technique"

In the center of the stands, Hun Yuantian had already slumped back into his seat. His usually shrewd and composed old face was now filled with an undisguised look of utter disorientation.

"Hey, old man, this time you're not saying she used external forces?"

A rather jarring chuckle suddenly rang out, and looking in the direction of the sound, one could see none other than the smiling Void Devouring Flame.

However, unlike the astonishment and stunned silence of others, he seemed completely unfazed, as if the previous dramatic scene was nothing more than a farce.

"Hehehe."

Hun Yuantian's face twitched, forcing out a smile that was more like a grimace: "Lord Xuwu is joking."

As an elder of the Soul Clan, it can be said that almost no one understands the difficulty of cultivating the Emperor Soul Technique better than him.

Hunfeng is indeed exceptionally talented, but even if there were a hundred or a thousand Hunfengs, not one of them would necessarily succeed in mastering the true form of the Emperor Soul Technique.

You must know that this is a genuine work of the Soul Emperor, a supreme treasure written by a true Dou Di and infused with imperial might.

Each page contains a fighting technique, and each book contains a martial arts manual!

Such a treasure, if anyone could master it, let alone borrow external forces, even if they dug up the grave of the Soul Clan's ancestor, no one in the entire clan would dare to question it.
"To have the Xiao clan's heirs at her beck and call is something even my imperial brother couldn't do back then, yet she's able to."

"The Soul Technique of the Emperor actively recognizing its master has been a feat unsuccessful for our Soul Clan in the past thousand years, yet she can achieve it with equal ease."

Void Devouring Flame narrowed his eyes slightly, a strange blush appearing on his youthful, clean face. Looking at the old man's bulging eyes, he chuckled softly, each word distinct:

“Your great-great-grandson originally wouldn’t even have been qualified to be a stepping stone, but now he has witnessed the birth of the future. You should be proud of him.”

"Come on, smile."

Upon hearing this, Hun Yuantian's face twitched violently, and his rotten teeth broke off one by one: "My lord!"

"What, you won't smile?" Void Devouring Flame frowned. "You're not doing a very good job as an elder."

"No, I should laugh. I should laugh."

Hun Yuantian took a few deep breaths, his face changing from pale to calm, and he forced a smile, trembling: "To be fortunate enough to become the stepping stone for the Empress, even if I die, Feng'er will have no regrets."

"No way!" Hun Feng, his hair disheveled, stared at the unharmed Hun Ruoruo and couldn't help but yell, "You lowly woman who only relies on external forces, what makes you think you can take my place?!"

Hun Ruoruo listened to Hun Feng's barking without getting angry or upset, and walked towards him with a smile.

"Da da."

The girl seemed to deliberately slow her pace; each step she took was like a heavy hammer blow to Hunfeng's heart.

A sudden threat of death descended.

A tightness gripped his chest, and intense fear gripped his entire body, leaving him feeling utterly drained of strength. He howled, his voice a mixture of bravado and cowardice, "You can't kill me! You can't kill me! Ancestor Yuan Tian won't let me die!"

"Yes, Ancestor Yuantian."

At this point, Hunfeng's eyes lit up, as if he had grasped a lifeline, and he hurriedly shouted at the girl, "My ancestor was an eight-star Dou Sheng, the chief of the clan elders, how dare you lay a hand on me?!"

"Oh?" Hun Ruoruo raised an eyebrow and said with a smile, "As expected of a good ancestor who is related by blood, he would even protect a grandson who has no cultivation. Such a loyal and righteous person should be put to good use in the future."

"Absolutely no cultivation?"

Hunfeng was momentarily at a loss.

He stiffly turned his head and looked around, only to find that the people who used to be extremely afraid of him no longer had fear in their eyes, but instead had a faint pity in them.

mercy
Deeply stimulated by that gaze, Hunfeng suddenly seemed to realize something and lowered his head blankly.

With just one glance, Hunfeng's face turned ashen.

The dantian, which had been filled with battle qi, had been completely shattered at some point, revealing empty flesh and blood inside. It no longer possessed any battle qi, nor even the slightest trace of life.

His soul is ruined.

Overwhelmed by unprecedented fear and helplessness, he could no longer stand up straight, and his body slumped to the ground.

"Ahhh."

The extreme pain and despair overwhelmed Hunfeng, causing him to lose all reason and let out a near-collapsed howl.

"It's broken already?"

Seeing this, Hun Ruoruo pouted and shook her head, looking rather bored.

It's not even a tenth as good as that lapdog.

No, it's not even one-tenth, not even one-hundredth or one-thousandth. No wonder my days in the Soul Realm were so boring.

However, now that the matter with the Soul Clan is settled, it seems it's time to set off for the Heavenly Tomb.
Recalling the appearance of the young man's phantom from before, Hun Ruoruo blushed and clenched her fists tightly, as if something had occurred to her.

"With the help of Black Demon Thunder, this time, I, no, I, the young clan leader, will definitely capture you, you little thief of the Xiao clan!"

Hearing Hun Ruoruo's whispered words to herself, Hun Yu and the others were all shocked and filled with respect.

"As expected of Miss, even after winning the Gu battle, she was still thinking about confronting the successor of the Xiao clan. She truly is a role model for my Soul Clan!"

"Even Hun Feng was no match for you, Miss, yet you had to take the Xiao Clan's successor seriously. He truly is a formidable foe of our Hun Clan."

"Well, after this trip, we'll probably have to pay our respects to that legendary genius young man—Xiao Yan."

The three chattered amongst themselves, but their eyes grew increasingly filled with conviction, radiating the indomitable fighting spirit unique to the Soul Clan.

As members of the Soul Clan, they naturally wouldn't care about the hatred between Xiao Yan and Soul Yan back then, nor would they look down on Xiao Yan in the slightest.

On the contrary, it was precisely because they had won once that they understood even more clearly just how powerful the Xiao clan was.

To speak disparagingly of the Xiao clan would undoubtedly be a way of damaging the prestige of his Soul Clan, so naturally he couldn't possibly harbor any ill will towards Xiao Yan.

They're not enemies anyway.

Xiao Yan probably never dreamed that he would establish such a formidable reputation among the younger generation of the Soul Clan in this way.
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This part of the story might be a bit rushed if I want to wrap it up quickly, so I wrote it in more detail. Two chapters might not be enough.

So I'll continue to add more chapters.

(End of this chapter)