Chapter 351: Soul Clan, Xiao Han

Shigui Mountain Range.

As a unique region in the Western Region of the Central Plains and the site of a massive ancient battlefield, the Shigui Mountain Range is extremely famous.

With strange mists that erode the human body shrouding the sky year-round, and eerie mountain winds that are cold, damp, and sound like the whispers of evil ghosts, the mountain range is shrouded in mist all day long, hidden from the sun, and appears dark and oppressive; coupled with the fact that there is no profit to be made there, the Shigui Mountain Range can be called the most unwelcome mountain range in the Western Region.

However, what the world does not know is that the seemingly unprofitable and unremarkable Shigui Mountain Range is actually the headquarters of the super-faction of the Central Plains—the Soul Hall.

The environment of the Shigui Mountain Range, which is extremely uncomfortable for ordinary experts, is the most suitable place for the experts of the Soul Hall.

Countless figures hover above the mountain range; from time to time, several streaks of black mist dart from the outside into the magnificent black hall deep in the mountains, and many figures also head from the black hall to the outside.

During this time, acquaintances who meet even exchange a few pleasantries.

"Old Lin, how has your harvest been lately?"

"Sigh, what else could it be? No different than usual; I was almost killed by the higher-ups the day before yesterday."

"Stop complaining. It's hard enough to have a few peaceful days; it's better than being sent to the battlefield to die!"

"Besides..."

"I heard..."

"There is news from the higher-ups that in a little while, we will be able to withdraw soon!"

"Withdraw? Withdraw to where?"

"Who cares where! It's much better than being here in fear."

"That's true..."

"Forget it, let's go get to work, let's go, let's go!" The two figures were about to separate.

"Go..." Suddenly, a bony palm reached out from the side, instantly piercing through the two black shadows. The two men's eyes widened, but they could not make a sound, and could only look in horror at the smiling man in white before them.

"Want to leave?" The man in white shook his head and said, "Sorry, I really can't let you go."

Immediately, a vibration of Dou Qi from his hand caused the two to collapse into Xuwu.

"What a disgusting place." Xiao Han looked around at the scene, his brows locked in a frown.

"Since I'm already here, I might as well say hello." Gazing at the pitch-black hall in the distance, Xiao Han gave a strange smile.

Then, his hands changed rapidly, bringing out trails of afterimages, drawing mysterious seals in the air that quietly merged into the space.

"Go!"

A low shout rang out, and the next instant, the members of the Soul Hall in the Shigui Mountain Range looked up in astonishment at the white light shield slowly descending upon them like a crushing mountain.

………

At this time, inside Tian Dian.

Hun Miesheng was excitedly working on the Soul Hall's plan to withdraw from the Central Plains. Now that the last batch of Soul Bodies had been collected and the Soul Devouring Absolute Life Array had been deployed across the entire Central Plains, the Soul Hall's purpose had been fully realized; it was time to retire after achieving success.

Moreover, due to some uncontrollable factors, the Soul Clan's plan to annihilate other Ancient Races would soon be exposed to the world, and they were about to face an unprecedented war.

As the little brother of the Soul Clan, should the Soul Hall go help its boss at this time, or should it fight to the death with this group of idiots in the Central Plains?

Every time he thought of this, Hun Miesheng could not help but sneer. That so-called Ice Saint was truly womanish; for the sake of a mere Two-Star Dou Sheng, he actually promised not to attack the Soul Clan.

This was just as well, as it saved them from a big headache of a Nine-Star Dou Sheng. The other experts were not much of a threat either; in the face of the Soul Clan's military might, they were nothing but clay chickens and pottery dogs!

Thinking that he was about to follow the Clan Leader to establish immortal merits, Hun Miesheng's body trembled slightly.

Just as Hun Miesheng was fantasizing about his bright future, the commotion outside made him frown instantly.

Sensing that aura that was almost carved into his bones, Hun Miesheng's face turned pale, and he said in horror, "Ice Saint?!"

Subsequently, he suddenly appeared outside the hall, and what met his eyes was the white light shield that encompassed the entire mountain range, with dozens of crystal-blue light pillars nailed firmly into various parts of the mountains like spikes.

The once deep and dark Shigui Mountain Range was now covered in thick frost, and the entire mountain range appeared even purer than before, making one feel as if they were in that silver-clad land of the Extreme North.

What truly made Hun Miesheng shudder was the figure ten thousand feet high in the sky overlooking the members of the Soul Hall.

Seemingly sensing Hun Miesheng's gaze, that figure's eyes shifted slightly, and then...

"Bang!"

The two gazes collided, and then, Hun Miesheng only felt a huge pressure coming toward him.

"Puff!"

A fishy, sweet sensation rose in his mouth, and then, Hun Miesheng spat out a mouthful of blood, his heart and mind shaken violently. "How could he appear here? Could it be that he really doesn't want Ye Shenghan to live anymore?"

Although Hun Miesheng had just been despising Xiao Han's actions, when death was truly imminent, his desire to survive was still very strong.

However, Xiao Han had no leisure to pay attention to Hun Miesheng's thoughts at this moment; his primary task was to ensure that the Soul Hall experts in the Shigui Mountain Range were cleaned out.

As the location of Tian Dian, the quality of the Soul Hall members here was significantly higher than in other places, and it could be called a gathering of experts; every bit of combat power he could weaken was a good thing.

"Running?" Overlooking the Soul Hall members below who had descended into chaos like a king, a cold light flashed in Xiao Han's eyes. "This is the first time I've used this move; today, I'll use you all to test its effect!"

At the same time, Xiao Han closed his eyes, and with a thought, the energy pillars distributed throughout the mountain range shot out countless cold, clear threads radiating a chilling aura.

The dense threads crisscrossed, weaving into a large net that encompassed the entire Shigui Mountain Range.

Gradually, some Soul Hall members who were preparing to flee the dangerous place noticed that their movements were becoming increasingly sluggish. Looking down, they could only discover in horror that their bodies were covered in fine, inescapable threads.

What was even more terrifying was that their Dou Qi was decreasing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and above their heads, the light of the shield became increasingly dazzling.

"Hmm." Xiao Han curled his index finger, slightly supporting his chin. "This absorption speed is not bad."

Then he looked down expressionlessly. "I just don't know how the attack power is?"

"Bastard, what have you done?"

"Have you forgotten the promise you made back then?"

Just as Xiao Han was bowing his head in contemplation, the shocked and angry Hun Miesheng rudely interrupted his train of thought.

Looking at the lifelike ice sculptures below, Hun Miesheng felt as if his heart were being twisted by a knife—not out of pity for his subordinates, but out of heartache that these people had died without even exerting any effect, dying completely worthless deaths.

Xiao Han's expression turned cold. He looked up at Hun Miesheng, who was glaring at him, then indifferently extended his right hand and slapped down with his palm.

The moment that palm fell, a thousand-foot giant hand suddenly appeared in the void. Hun Miesheng's expression changed drastically, and he gathered all his Dou Qi. Endless black mist surged from his body, condensing into a skull shield several dozen feet in size, blocking firmly above his head.

"Ten Thousand Soul Shield!"

"Bang—" The moment they made contact, the shield that Hun Miesheng had exhausted all his efforts to condense collapsed with a boom.

Afterwards, the remaining force of the giant hand carried Hun Miesheng's body and slammed it heavily into a nearby cliff face.

"Boom—"

Violent dust and smoke rose up; when the dust cleared, the original mountain had turned into a thousand-foot-deep pit, and Hun Miesheng's body was mostly shattered, clearly having lost all signs of life.

"Hmm?" Xiao Han suddenly frowned and said disdainfully:

"To actually dare to play the trick of a golden cicada shedding its shell right under my nose, you truly do not know what death is."

He suddenly gripped the air toward where Hun Miesheng's corpse lay, and a tiny soul figure glowing with a blood-colored hue appeared in Xiao Han's palm.

"Su Lin, you will die a horrible death!"

"Damn it, just wait to endure the wrath of my Soul Clan!"

"..."

Xiao Han's gaze swept coldly over Hun Miesheng, who was struggling and clamoring in his palm, and he remained indifferent and silent.

Feeling Xiao Han's icy gaze, Hun Miesheng felt a chill run down his spine and immediately ceased his words.

"What? Keep talking!" Xiao Han said with a smile that was not quite a smile.

Hun Miesheng stared at the former gloomily, cursing inwardly, "If you have the ability, withdraw the Dou Qi from your hand."

Right now, Hun Miesheng's life and death were almost entirely a matter of a single thought from Xiao Han; if there were a chance, Hun Miesheng still wanted to experience the feeling of being alive a little longer.

"This time, I only wanted you to take a message to Hun Tiandi..."

Before he could finish, Hun Miesheng said resentfully: "Bastard, how dare you address Lord Clan Leader by name..."

"Behave yourself!" Xiao Han slapped him with an expressionless face; Hun Miesheng immediately felt the world spinning and only recovered after a long while.

"You..." Hun Miesheng was about to curse in anger.

"Hmm?" Xiao Han's tone shifted, and the former decisively shut his mouth, letting out a cold snort to signify silent resistance.

"First of all, I should introduce myself," Xiao Han said calmly.

"Introduce yourself?" Hun Miesheng was puzzled; they were old acquaintances, so what was the need for an introduction?

"This Saint, Xiao Clan, Xiao Han!"

As the words fell, Hun Miesheng was stunned on the spot.