Fighting Soul Clan Demoness

Chapter 776 Emptiness: That Was the Emperor's Preparation (Second Update!)
In the center of the Gu Realm, the girl floated in, looking at the Soul Extinction who had crossed over from another realm: "In that case, I should be considered to have succeeded, right?"

"What the young clan leader says is very true."

At this moment, Hun Miesheng had already changed his form of address, and a rare faint smile appeared on his usually rigid face: "Not only in this competition, but in the history of the Hun Clan and even the entire Eight Clans, you will be the only victor!"

The praise for Hun Miesheng was so high that it could even be described as flattery, but no one in the entire Hun Clan dared to refute it, nor could they refute it.

The crowd stared blankly at the blue-haired girl, having long forgotten to cheer.

If the saints hadn't reacted so strongly, they would have thought that this so-called competition for the young clan leader was nothing more than a coronation ceremony for Hun Ruoruo.

All the glory and all the honors were bestowed upon her without exception.

They knew that the Soul Clan's seemingly unshakeable heavens might truly be about to crumble.

Everything, all of it, is because of Hun Ruoruo alone.

Congratulations, young master!

From the sidelines, a shout tinged with excitement suddenly rang out; it sounded somewhat familiar.

As the shout rang out, everyone snapped out of their daze, snapping back to reality and echoing the same cry—

Congratulations, young master!

"Congratulations, Princess, on your coronation as the Young Clan Leader!!"

Hearing the thunderous roar below, Hun Tu's clasped hands trembled slightly, and a trace of bewilderment finally appeared on his perpetually sorrowful face.

Instead of cheering and applauding, he retreated to a corner alone, his silence belying his reputation as a demon saint.

"The emperor of yesteryear, the empress of today, has chosen the right path, and that is enough for you."

He sighed deeply, chanting prayer beads as he murmured in his heart, "Yu'er, may you be safe and sound."

On the other side, the old doctor also looked dazed.

He gazed at the graceful figure in the sky, which resembled a goddess, for a long time, and then suddenly smiled.

"It's good that you're safe, it's good that you're safe."

Upon hearing this, a wisp of black mist suddenly rose from the black jade pill that had been stripped of its intelligence, and then transformed into a gaunt old face resembling tree bark.

The person before them was none other than Hun Xuzi.

"Kaka Medicine Boy, at such an important moment, instead of celebrating, you're talking about peace. Could it be that all of you teachers are cut from the same mold?"

He chuckled strangely, but there was little genuine smile on his face.

The old man didn't argue with him, but just chuckled and said, "There are plenty of people praising that girl, I'm not needed."

"However, I'm afraid not many people care about her."

Hun Xuzi's pupils suddenly contracted.

His parched lips twitched as if he wanted to say something, but the words stuck in his throat and wouldn't come out.

A moment later, he laughed hoarsely, a wild laugh: "You and your master are truly heretics that my Soul Clan cannot tolerate!"

Yes, the Soul Clan has never valued emotions. In fact, having too many emotions is something that people despise, because emotions mean vulnerability.

Hun Xuzi has always held this mindset, or rather, he can only hold this mindset, because no one cares about an old man in a high position with a notorious madness.

The only person who cared about Hun Xuzi has already been killed by his own hands.
Center of the stands.

The Void Devouring Flame, who had long sat in the chief seat, finally stepped down. As a powerful figure with a pivotal position in the clan, he was the only one on the field qualified to crown Hun Ruoruo.

"Don't forget to smile, old man."

The Void Devouring Flame circled around Soul Yuantian, tiptoed, patted his shoulder, and said with a smile, "Don't forget to settle the bet."

Hun Yuantian's face turned ashen, and he was speechless.

Under the supervision of Void Devouring Flame, the coronation ceremony for Soul Ruoruo's young clan leader soon began.

Congratulations, Miss.

Looking at the blue-haired girl in front of him, Void Devouring Flame suddenly changed his tune and smiled, "Oh no, perhaps it would be more appropriate to call you Young Master now."

Looking at the smiling Void Devouring Flame, Hun Ruoruo felt a little strange, as if the other party seemed exceptionally happy.

The feeling was as if I had tricked someone out of some rare treasure, and I smiled like a fox.

What exactly did it manage to trick Soul Yuantian into giving it such an expression that even a Nine-Star Dou Sheng could make?
Thoughts flashed through her mind, but Hun Ruoruo's expression remained largely unchanged. She said calmly, "It's just an empty title. You know my purpose."

"Don't worry, don't worry, you're already the young clan leader, who can stop you from flirting with that Xiao clan boy?" Void Devouring Flame patted his chest confidently. "Anyone who dares to stop you, just say my name." "Hey, that's not what I meant!"

Hun Ruoruo's pretty face flushed red, and she surprisingly couldn't control her emotions, gritting her teeth.

This is an occasion watched by millions of people. This old man pretending to be young is truly shameless!

Void Devouring Flame blinked, then revealed a meaningful smile: "Hehe, actually, these two things aren't necessarily completely unrelated."

".What?"

"If I am not mistaken, my brother, the Emperor, may already be making preparations."

Void Devouring Flame looked up at the sky of the Soul Realm, and a glint of light flashed in the depths of its deep pupils.

"Cough cough."

His pupils were unfocused as he stared at the crowned girl in the sky. Hunfeng gritted his teeth until they bled, his eyes filled with resentment and hatred.

Just as he was cursing in his heart, a calm and deep voice suddenly came from beside him.

"What, you're not convinced?"

Following the gaze, the figure of that imposing man was suddenly reflected in Hunfeng's pupils.

His eyes twitched slightly, a rare hint of fear flashing in them: "You, Soul Extinction!"

Hun Miesheng remained expressionless and said calmly, "You lost the competition, yet you accused Miss of using external forces and exposed your ugly side. You have disgraced the pride of my Hun Clan."

"Hahahaha! What wrong have I, Hunfeng, done?!"

Soul Wind, his face like a vengeful ghost and his hair disheveled, roared, "If it weren't for that second innate divine item, how could I have lost to that wretched woman! What a joke!"

"Extremely stupid."

Hun Miesheng's eyes flashed coldly as he said, word by word, "As a member of the Soul Clan, don't you understand what a Primordial Divine Grade means to our clan?"

Hunfeng paused, his words trailing off.

"Throughout the Imperial Clan, the only one whose bloodline has reached the Innate Divine Grade is the original Dou Di's son!" Hun Miesheng's voice was icy cold, filled with ruthless indifference. "You don't actually think that the Clan Chief, with his Nine-Star Dou Sheng cultivation, could create a second Innate Divine Bloodline out of thin air, do you?"

In an instant, Hunfeng was struck as if by lightning.

He stared at the imposing man with a mocking gaze and eyes that seemed to hold a sea of ​​blood, and trembled violently, crawling frantically toward him, screaming, "No, no, stop talking! Kill me!!!"

Hun Miesheng kicked him over, but instead of stopping, he transformed his voice into a sharp blade of soul, engraving each word onto Hun Feng's soul: "It seems you already know, so the dual innate divine bloodline both originated from Miss alone!"

"Soul Annihilation and Life Destruction!!!"

Soul Wind's eyes were bloodshot, and he roared like a vengeful ghost, his voice hoarse and strained: "Why, why did you tell me all this? Why did that bitch deliberately hide it from me back then!"

"Because you don't deserve it."

Soul Extinction's blood-red eyes shone with a crimson light, and the murderous intent of the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood instantly made Soul Wind's legs go weak, causing him to uncontrollably fall to the ground.

This was the first time Hun Miesheng had revealed his murderous intent.

So terrifying, yet so vast, it resembled a magnificent kingdom piled high with corpses, filled with an indelible dark red blood.

Without exception, all that blood was the holy blood that had drained from the corpses of Saint-level experts!

He had just acknowledged Hun Ruoruo as his master, and Hun Ruoruo was already subjected to such a threat. For Hun Miesheng, this was not only a provocation but also an insult.

Insults must be washed away.

"Someone like you is only fit to be a stray dog ​​at best."

Hearing Hun Miesheng's ambiguous words, Hun Feng trembled violently and screamed, "What...what are you going to do?!"

Hun Miesheng chuckled, raised his hand and took out the corpse of a wild dog, and slowly said, "Your physical body's meridians are all severed, and you have lost your life force. It just so happens that I, the Palace Master, am in charge of the Soul Palace, and what I lack least is a physical body. Tell me, what kind of coincidence is this in the world?"

"no no!"

Seeing the giant hand that Soul Extinction reached out, Soul Wind screamed and shouted, but no one noticed it. It could only watch helplessly as its soul was forcibly pulled out and stuffed into a new body.
"what!!!!"

On this day, the Soul Clan demoness successfully won the Gu Competition and was recognized by the world as the strongest young master in history, attracting everyone's attention.

On this day, the former young master, Hunfeng, quietly perished. When he was discovered, he had already stopped breathing, with only a wild dog barking wildly beside him, its voice hoarse and desperate.

Because of his loud voice, which was very annoying, he was kicked to death by the servants who came to clean up the battlefield.

(End of this chapter)