Fighting Soul Clan Demoness

Chapter 877 Ancient Sheep: Two Clan Chiefs?!

From the moment he made his move, to the unexpected turn of events, and finally to the fatal blow, the Soul Emperor's entire action was executed flawlessly, so smoothly that others didn't even have time to think.

He didn't hesitate or have any reservations about cutting off his own arm, as if he wasn't the one who was hurt.

The ruthlessness of these methods sent chills down everyone's spines.

"A man who can cut off his own arm without batting an eye... What a terrifying man."

The ancestors of various races, who were hiding in the tomb, stared in shock at the scene before them, and a trace of despair even appeared in their eyes.

If we were to become enemies with such people, would their race truly possess an existence capable of standing against them?

After a long silence, Xiao Xuan finally couldn't help but break it, tentatively asking, "Old thief, your hand..."

"It doesn't matter."

The Soul Emperor smiled, casually put away the black severed arm, and slowly said, "Using this avatar's arm to absorb the souls of the dead who have perished in this Heavenly Tomb for tens of thousands of years is not a great loss."

"Unfortunately, my avatar is now severely damaged and probably doesn't have much fighting power left."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Xuan's lips twitched, and he couldn't help but roll his eyes.

That old scoundrel is as arrogant as ever!

With just the arm of one of his avatars, he suppressed the self-destruction of the Heavenly Tomb Soul as easily as crushing an ant, and even took over the opponent's tens of thousands of years of accumulated wealth.
This was a gain that even he dared not imagine, yet the other party casually remarked, "It's not a huge loss," which was simply a case of getting a bargain and then complaining.

"Hmph, I believe anyone who says they have no fighting ability, but you old thief, you would never make a move easily if you didn't have eight hundred ways out for yourself!"

Xiao Xuan snorted coldly and said dismissively, "If you really have no fighting ability, I'd gladly take your surname, Hun!"

"hehe."

The Soul Emperor simply smiled and remained silent.

He had heard those words countless times a thousand years ago.

Unfortunately, he never kept his promise.

Just as the atmosphere between the two was becoming increasingly tense, Hun Ruoruo seemed to realize something, and her delicate eyebrows furrowed almost imperceptibly.

"Father."

She suddenly lowered her voice and said.

Upon hearing this, the Soul Emperor was slightly taken aback, then revealed a knowing look and said with a half-smile, "It seems that he finally couldn't sit still."

Xiao Xuan's eyes narrowed slightly: "Him?"

The Soul Emperor did not answer, but instead looked quietly towards the end of the Heavenly Tomb, as if trying to vaguely see two figures standing side by side.

"My initial deal with that young friend was limited to cleaning up the maggots of the ancient clan. Now that the maggots are gone, the flames of hatred will naturally burn us as well."

The scholar gently rubbed his chin, while the other sleeve of his robe rustled in the wind.

Seeing the other party's calm and composed demeanor, Xiao Xuan showed no sign of relaxation; instead, he subtly revealed a look of surprise.

"You mean that little girl named Xun'er?!"

"To be precise, it should be Xun'er and her father, Gu Yuan."

Hun Ruoruo let out a soft breath, a rare hint of seriousness flashing in her eyes.

She knew that the plan for the Heavenly Tomb had finally reached its final and most crucial stage.

The power of the Heavenly Tomb Soul was already evident to all. Even though the Soul Emperor successfully suppressed it, it inevitably suffered enormous losses.

He was not a Dou Di after all.

Moreover, what appears in this Heavenly Tomb at this moment is merely an avatar.

Therefore, if they wanted to successfully remove the Heavenly Tomb from the ancient clan, their enemy was never the clan elders, but only one person from beginning to end—"They're here!"

Hun Ruoruo's pretty face instantly turned sharp.

The next moment, the once tranquil and ancient sky seemed to be subjected to some enormous force, undergoing a terrifying deformation and violently twisting.

"boom!!!"

A tremendous explosion, powerful enough to shatter eardrums, resounded. The entire sky above the Heavenly Tomb caved in under the force of the blow, transforming into a five-fingered palm print that blotted out the sky.

They actually smashed a hole in the Heavenly Tomb!
"This breath."

Gazing at that all-too-familiar ancient fluctuation, Xiao Xuan's pupils contracted, and he immediately recognized the person in front of him.
No one knew that among the original five, the strongest in terms of pure offensive power was always that savage monkey who was good at both offense and defense.
"Ancient Clan Chief, Gu Yuan!"

As the disheveled, bearded man appeared in the air, the name of the person before them rose in the hearts of everyone, both inside and outside the Heavenly Tomb.

As the smoke and dust dissipated, the scholar in white casually patted his robes, revealing a relaxed expression.

“Since we parted ways in Canaan, my old friend, you are still as reckless as ever.”

He slowly raised his head and smiled.

"Soul Emperor, it really is you."

Gu Yuan's eyes were filled with anger, and his bronze body seemed to contain explosive power capable of destroying the world.

"You invaded my ancient clan's territory and slaughtered my people! Do you Soul Clan really think my ancient clan has no one left?!"

The Soul Emperor?!

Upon hearing this terrifying name, which sounded like a nightmare, the ancient clansmen outside all changed their expressions drastically, feeling as if they had fallen into the deepest hell.

The dignified patriarch of the Soul Clan actually infiltrated the ancient clan's territory himself?

They even hid in the Heavenly Tomb?
The ancient people, who had always been most confident in the vetting process of the clan elders, suddenly felt a sense of absurdity and unreality.

If Gu Yuan hadn't said it himself, they would have just taken it as the drunken ramblings of some madman!

At the same time, Gu Yang, who had rushed from the ancestral hall with the intention of fighting Hun Miesheng to the death, also arrived at the battlefield.

"I am Gu Yang, and I have come here on the orders of the clan chief to maintain order in my ancient clan!"

Gu Yang raised an arrogant expression and coldly shouted, "Who on earth dares to challenge the majesty of my clan and our clan leader?!"

After he finished speaking, the entire room fell silent, and everyone stared at him with incredibly strange looks.

"Ok?"

Seeing that no one responded for a long time, Gu Yang frowned and immediately showed a look of displeasure.

However, upon seeing the white-robed scholar and the man in hemp robe facing off on the field, Gu Yang's ancestral staff fell to the ground with a 'clatter,' as if he had seen a ghost.

"The clan chief?!"

Upon hearing this, the white-robed scholar's smile remained unchanged, but he made no move and simply stood quietly in place.

Gu Yuan, who was standing on the opposite side, turned his head and frowned, saying, "Elder Gu Yang?"

"As far as I know, you are in charge of our clan's ancestral hall and have never liked to go out. Why would you suddenly appear today?"

"This this."

Gu Yang was speechless, and he was filled with regret.

He never dreamed that he would meet two clan leaders in a single day!

(End of this chapter)