Chapter 249: The Soul Clan's Backup Plan, a Powerhouse's Downfall!

"Damn fellow!"

Hun Miesheng roared angrily.

From the momentum, one could feel that Xiao Chen's attack was extremely sharp and very fierce.

After speaking, he suddenly puffed out his cheeks, and a black ball of light about half a zhang in size was rapidly spat out from his mouth.

From within the black ball of light, a series of shrill screams emerged, as if countless souls were devouring each other inside it.

"Chi!"

The black ball of light had just been spat out.

The blood-colored light slashed out by Xiao Chen's axe collided with it.

In just an instant, a blood line spread across the pitch-black ball of light, and then with a 'bang', it slowly split into two halves.

"Puchi!"

Hun Miesheng spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, his face pale as he hurriedly retreated violently.

Xiao Chen's attack was unbelievably sharp; wherever the blood axe passed, it seemed as if even the heavens and earth could be split open by it.

"Three Heaven-Breaking Axes!"

Xiao Chen seized the opportunity to pursue.

In his hand, that massive blood axe slashed out three consecutive times with a 'swish, swish'! The next moment, three crimson blood lines violently swept out from the space.

The blood lines looked thin and weak, yet even Hun Miesheng felt an extremely intense sense of crisis from them.

"Soul Burial Art!"

Hun Miesheng's body shook, and his soul actually floated out from between his eyebrows.

Immediately, the soul's arms strangely exploded.

"Wuwu!"

A sky-covering black mist suddenly surged out, obscuring the sky and sun.

"Peng, peng, peng!"

Three blood lines tore through the heavy black clouds.

The first two were blocked by the black mist.

The last one shot into the center of the black mist.

"Ah!"

A shrill scream rang out.

The black clouds filling the sky stiffened, and then they actually dissipated rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

As the black clouds dissipated, everyone's gaze swept over, and they all gasped in cold air.

With just three axe strikes, a huge wound had been carved into a powerhouse like Hun Miesheng.

"Not dead?"

On Xiao Chen's side, he seemed very surprised.

Clearly, Xiao Chen had not expected that Hun Miesheng, whose cultivation was weaker than his, could survive the Three Heaven-Breaking Axes; this was truly very rare.

"You bastard!"

The injured Hun Miesheng looked at Xiao Chen with eyes that were practically spitting fire; for so many years, this was the first time he had been so heavily wounded by someone.

"Hall Master!"

"How are you, Hall Master?"

At this moment, Hun Feng and the other finally rushed over to check on Hun Miesheng's condition.

If Hun Miesheng died, then the two of them alone would not be able to hold onto the Purifying Demonic Lotus Flame.

"Rest assured, I cannot die yet!"

Hun Miesheng took out a bottle of medicine and poured it onto the hideous wound, causing bursts of white mist to rise.

At this time, Hun Miesheng's gaze hesitated for a moment, and then he suddenly shouted loudly toward a certain direction: "Mo Lao, you've watched the show for long enough, it's time to make a move, right?"

"What, could it be that the Soul Clan has arranged for other powerhouses to enter the Demon Fire Space?"

"I should have guessed long ago; since they wanted to kill Young Master Gu Fei, they must have made thorough arrangements..."

Hearing these words from Hun Miesheng, the many powerhouses of the Ancient Races began to discuss among themselves.

Their gazes searched all around.

They wanted to know where the Soul Clan's reinforcements were. Regarding this situation, Gu Fei was not surprised at all; he had long expected the Soul Clan to have a backup plan.

"Hun Miesheng, I didn't expect you to be so useless; you have disappointed this old man too much..."

While many people were searching.

In this void, a low, aged sigh finally sounded.

A gray-clothed old man, shaking his head, walked out slowly with a look of disappointment.

And as he walked out, his face also underwent some changes.

A pair of long black eyebrows hung down, appearing extremely strange.

"Hun Mo Laoren, it's actually you?"

"Is your Soul Clan really intending to break the Clan Agreement?"

Seeing this black-browed old man, Gu Nanhai and the other Elders of the Ancient Races all had their expressions turn ugly.

Originally, they had tolerated Hun Miesheng being a five-star early-stage Dou Sheng, but now, they had actually sent a five-star late-stage Dou Sheng.

This was basically ignoring the Clan Agreement.

"The Soul Clan is too shameless!"

Huo Zhi cursed angrily without any restraint.

Just now, Xiao Chen had stepped in to help Gu Fei, and she had finally breathed a sigh of relief, but she had not expected the Soul Clan to be so unscrupulous this time.

Hun Mo Laoren had been famous for a long time.

To arrange for such a person to ambush a junior was simply too shameless.

"Hehe, the hatred between my Soul Clan and the Ancient Clan is as deep as the sea; in extraordinary times, we naturally use extraordinary means. That Clan Agreement is not unbreakable either!"

The black-browed old man known as Hun Mo Laoren did not care when he heard the verbal attacks from the crowd, and he smiled indifferently.

He understood that even if the Clan Agreement were violated today, the people from the other Ancient Races would at most say a few words and would not truly take action.

"Mo Lao, hurry and make your move!"

Hun Miesheng's expression was gloomy as he urged him.

"Hehe, Hun Miesheng, I didn't expect you to be completely powerless in this person's hands!"

There was mockery in Hun Mo Laoren's words.

"Don't try to act superior in front of this Hall Master; you should also see who this person is..."

After exchanging blows for a while, Hun Miesheng had finally guessed Xiao Chen's true identity.

At this moment, Xiao Chen did not retreat because of the appearance of Hun Mo Laoren, and he still walked over slowly.

"You must be Blood Axe Xiao Chen of the Xiao Clan. I didn't expect you to have lived until now, but it can be considered your good fortune. If you had been in the Xiao Clan, your fate would have been about the same as Xiao Xuan's!"

Hun Mo Laoren raised his head and looked at Xiao Chen, who was walking slowly while carrying a huge blood axe, his eyes flickering with a cold luster.

"What happened to Cousin Xiao Xuan?"

Hearing someone mention the affairs of the Xiao Clan, Xiao Chen's footsteps suddenly stopped, and he questioned him.

"Haha, it seems you still don't know!"

"Your Xiao Clan was destroyed by my Soul Clan a thousand years ago and no longer exists!"

"Xiao Xuan also died at the hands of our Clan Leader!" Hun Mo Laoren laughed a few times.

He did not deliberately fabricate anything; after all, with so many people present, it was impossible to deceive anyone about certain things.

"How could Cousin Xiao Xuan have fallen?"

Hearing these words, Xiao Chen subconsciously did not believe it, and a trace of doubt appeared in his eyes.

He knew his cousin's strength very well; unless a Dou Di took action, no one could threaten him.

Furthermore, there were many experts in the Xiao Clan back then, so how could it have been wiped out by the Soul Clan? "You don't believe it? You can ask the others present to see if your Xiao Clan still exists!"

After Hun Mo Laoren's voice fell, Xiao Chen turned to the side and looked at Gu Fei, who had rescued him.

"Senior Xiao Chen, this matter is indeed true; the Xiao Clan exists in name only!"

Gu Fei nodded: "Back then, in order to advance to Dou Di, Xiao Xuan used the power of the entire clan to sacrifice their bloodline power. In the end, he failed and was ambushed by the Soul Clan, unfortunately falling..."

Having received confirmation from Gu Fei, Xiao Chen's eyes dimmed instantly. At this moment, his heart was filled with immense regret—regret that he could not fight for the Xiao Clan during such a time of crisis for the race.

(End of this chapter)