Fighting Soul Clan Demoness

Chapter 851 Soul Emperor vs. Xiao Xuan (First Update!)

The sudden, ethereal voice caused a dramatic change in the expressions of everyone present.

"Who?!"

Xiao Yan felt a chill run down his spine, and his fighting spirit was circulating almost frantically at this moment.

He never dreamed that in such a top-secret setting, an outsider would suddenly barge in and even attach himself to him!
It is no exaggeration to say that if this person had even the slightest bit of malice, not only Xiao Yan, but also Ruoruo's life would be easily in the other party's hands!

"Hiding and concealing things, that really suits your character as a thief."

Xiao Xuan's face was icy, his eyes filled with coldness: "With your status, hiding on the person of one of my clan's juniors, aren't you ashamed?!"

"get out!"

With Xiao Xuan's cold shout, the entire tomb trembled. Within a radius of millions of miles, all the creatures of the Heavenly Tomb sensed an unparalleled power and prostrated themselves on their knees.

In an instant, the world collapsed, the sun set, and the stars disappeared!
"That power... could it be Xiao Xuan? He actually made a move?!"

Seeing the immense fluctuations emanating from the core area, Gu Qingyang, who had just stepped into the third level, looked horrified and said in disbelief, "What is this?"

"It can't be wrong."

Xun'er's golden eyes were fixed on the source of the fighting spirit, and the Golden Emperor Burning Heaven Flame quietly emerged, as if it wanted to pierce through the scene within.

Why is Xiao Xuan's cultivation so terrifying?
Even though he had already perished and had actively withdrawn his bloodline power, he was still able to easily suppress the entire Heavenly Tomb!

Even the legendary mysterious will that governs the Heavenly Tomb was completely powerless against Xiao Xuan, an outsider, and could only barely restrain him with its rules.

At this crucial moment, when we should be waiting for the successor of the Xiao clan to appear, he suddenly broke the rules and made a move, his aura even carrying a hint of undisguised killing intent.
In other words, the tomb either contains some kind of top secret, or it hides a peerless expert that even Xiao Xuan has to regard as a great enemy!
"The plan has changed. We'll go directly to Xiao Xuan's tomb."

After a moment of silence, Xun'er suddenly spoke.

Having said that, before Gu Qingyang could reply, she had already flashed away and flew straight towards the end of the core area.

"Young Master, Young Master!"

Gu Qingyang's expression changed several times. After hesitating for a moment, he gritted his teeth and followed closely behind.
Meanwhile, inside the tomb.

"Is this the full power of our ancestor?!"

Sensing the terrifying fluctuations that seemed poised to change the world, Xiao Yan felt a chill run through his body, as if even his consciousness was about to freeze.

too strong.
What powerful demon phoenix, what profound elder—in front of the man before them, they were no different from a helpless infant!
No wonder the two Saints of the Soul Clan couldn't even muster the thought of resisting Xiao Xuan back then; the gap between them was so vast that it was enough to make people despair.

"Heh, let alone me, after all these years, has your temperament ever changed?"

A soft laugh came from within the black mist, seemingly indifferent to the terrifying pressure that could make even a Dou Sheng prostrate himself.

"It's just a pity."

The figure sighed softly, as if still somewhat unsatisfied, "Old friend, it's been a thousand years, you've become weaker."

As soon as he finished speaking, the black mist gradually spread out. There was no fluctuation of battle aura, but it was like a drizzling rain, which quietly dissipated the terrifying pressure invisibly.

In an instant, Xiao Xuan's eyes turned gloomy.

"I wondered where you got the confidence to trespass into the ancient realm, you scoundrel. Turns out you're nothing more than an avatar."

He sneered, "If it were my true self here, even if it meant dragging the entire Heavenly Tomb down with me, I would still annihilate you completely!"

That being said, judging from Xiao Xuan's attitude, he clearly had no intention of making another move.

"Incarnation?"

Upon hearing this, Hun Ruoruo's pretty face immediately changed, as if she realized something, and she looked sharply in Xiao Yan's direction.

"It's a letter!" she cried out urgently.

Upon hearing this, Xiao Yan was taken aback. He looked closely and realized that the three characters "Soul Emperor" written in bold ink had disappeared from the paper at some point!

"This"

Xiao Yan's expression was incredibly complex, and he almost stammered, "So, the person in the black mist, could it be—"

Before he finished speaking, the black mist that had been spreading around them instantly dissipated, and a handsome man with the appearance of a scholar gently placed his hand on Xiao Yan's shoulder, revealing a gentle face that was exactly the same as the one on the wall.

"It's been a long time since I've used this disguise technique, so I've become a bit rusty."

The scholar smiled faintly, seemingly ignoring Xiao Xuan's gloomy gaze, and said gently, "Young friend, it's been a long time."

"Father-in-law?!" Xiao Yan was completely dumbfounded, his jaw almost dropping to the ground.

"Father-in-law?"

The scholar smiled enigmatically, seemingly quite intrigued by the form of address. "Is this how you address me privately, young friend?"

Feeling the force coming from his shoulder, Xiao Yan felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, and quickly corrected himself, saying, "This junior, Xiao Yan, greets the clan leader!"

It has to be said that Xiao Yan's brain is really about to overload.

First, they met with Xun'er's father, then they found their ancestor in the Heavenly Tomb, and now, even Ruoruo's terrifying father has come out on his own initiative.
In other words, the only remaining top experts in the world are very likely to be connected with him!

What shocked Xiao Yan even more was that, judging from the current posture of the Soul Emperor, it was very likely that he had already hidden in that envelope!
If that's really the case, wouldn't that mean...
Did my father-in-law overhear everything I said to Ruoruo these past few days?!
Thinking of this, Xiao Yan suddenly shivered and felt a chill run down his spine.

"Hehe, calling me clan chief is a bit too formal. If you're so inclined, just call me uncle."

The scholar chuckled and said slowly, "As for those who try to bully the younger generation by using seniority, as cultivators, we naturally don't need to comment too much."

"you!"

Xiao Xuan's eyelids twitched violently, and veins bulged on his forehead.

Seeing that things were getting out of hand, Hun Ruoruo quickly put on a docile posture and said sweetly, "Child...child greets father."

"Oh?"

The scholar raised an eyebrow and chuckled, "Given Ruoruo's personality, it truly makes me very gratified that she would bow to her father in this setting."

Upon hearing this, Hun Ruoruo felt a little guilty and nodded vigorously.

The scholar paused, glanced casually at the portrait marked with a red cross, and said, "It's a pity that the portrait in your hand seems to express some considerable disagreement with your father."

Hun Ruoruo: "."

Without the slightest hesitation, Hun Ruoruo hurriedly shoved the portrait back into Xiao Xuan's hand and turned to run away.

"Wait, girl, you, you all—"

Xiao Xuan stared dumbfounded at the two people standing behind the Confucian scholar. His anger could no longer be contained, and he cursed, "Shameless old thief! You don't even have the courage to come in your true form, yet you dare to point fingers at me?"

"A wise man does not stand under a dangerous wall."

"Hmph, you'd even use your own daughter as bait, you scoundrel, do you have any feelings left?"

"You are not my daughter, how can you know my daughter's joy?"

"You damn old, pretentious bastard, can't you speak properly?!"

"One who stays near vermilion gets stained red, and one who stays near ink gets stained black."

"you!"

Hearing the heated argument between the two, Hun Ruoruo and Xiao Yan looked at each other, blinking strangely.

I always feel that the relationships between the older generation are somewhat different from what's commonly believed.
After an unknown amount of time, Xiao Xuan seemed to have grown tired of cursing. He took a few deep breaths, feeling a tightness in his chest, as if he had no strength left and was hitting cotton.

Just as he had guessed, the Soul Emperor before him was at most an avatar, and even if he were killed, it would not shake his true body in the slightest.

Moreover, if Xiao Xuan wanted to kill the Soul Emperor, with his current strength, unless he self-destructed his consciousness, he probably wouldn't be able to do anything to him at all.

They couldn't beat him, and they couldn't kill him.
Having lived in this Heavenly Tomb for six thousand years, this was the first time Xiao Xuan had ever felt so depressed.

"That damned old thief is truly meticulous!"

He took a deep breath, barely managing to regain his composure, and said coldly, "Speak, what exactly brought you here?"

Upon hearing this, the scholar finally smiled.

He bent down and picked up the crooked wine cup on the table, then carefully took out a small, aged stove from his sleeve. The stove opening was covered with semi-hardened clay and carried residual moisture.

Light the lamp, brew the wine, the new wine is brewed with green ants, and the red clay stove is heated.

"Though the world changes, old friends remain the same; this is truly a great fortune in life."

The scholar in white sat on the ground, holding a wine cup in his mouth, and said softly:
"If you come here in the evening, can you drink a cup of snow?"

As the man's gentle voice rang out, the perpetually gloomy clouds over the Heavenly Tomb, six thousand years later, once again condensed into frost and snow.
(End of this chapter)