Chapter 500: Hun Yuantian

Chapter 500: Hun Yuantian

"Bastard!"

Seeing Xiao Ming brutally shatter Hun Mie Sheng's body without a second thought, Hun Qian Mo's eyes turned bloodshot. A roar filled with killing intent echoed in the sky.

"Die!"

Hun Qian Mo's figure flickered and appeared in front of Xiao Ming with a grim expression. His withered fist clenched, and with lightning-like speed, it struck at him.

Xiao Ming stared indifferently at the ferocious Hun Qian Mo. Then he threw a punch and their fists collided heavily.

Bang! Bang!

The piercing sounds quickly spread through the shattered space. Xiao Ming's jade-like fist pierced through the layers of emptiness and imprinted itself on Hun Qian Mo's chest like lightning.

"Spurt!"

Under the heavy blow, Hun Qian Mo spat out a mouthful of blood, and his entire body was sent flying backward. A fleeting thought crossed his mind in that instant.

'Damn it, how is this brat's body so incredibly strong!'

Seeing this, the strong members of the Hall of Souls rushed forward almost simultaneously. Evidently, they wanted to join forces with Hun Qian Mo.

"Hmph, daring to break the rules!"

Seeing this, Xiao Yi Xian and Qing Lin's faces grew increasingly cold. The remaining Dou Saints from the Heavenly Court also moved to restrain the Dou Saints from the Hall of Souls. For a moment, the peak of this Fallen Mountain became tense, as if the atmosphere was ready to erupt into a chaotic battle with a single word.

Xiao Ming paid no attention to the current chaotic situation. He simply used his right palm to extract Hun Mie Sheng's soul from his body.

"Xiao Ming! If you kill me, my Hun Clan will never spare you!" As death approached, Hun Mie Sheng was shrouded in fear and shouted in despair.

"If I don't kill you, you won't spare me either."

Xiao Ming sneered. Gray flames emanated from his palm, enveloping Hun Mie Sheng's soul. After a series of miserable screams, Hun Mie Sheng's soul was completely annihilated, leaving behind a pitch-black flame.

'Nihility Devouring Flame!'

Of course, in order to fully control the Deathly Silence Gate, Xiao Ming needed to fully refine the original owner's imprint on the gate, which was the spiritual imprint of the eight-star Dou Saint. Hun Mie Sheng was able to control the Deathly Silence Gate because the original owner had released some control permissions. Just now, Xiao Ming had simply erased Hun Mie Sheng's imprint and replaced it with his own. So at the moment, Xiao Ming could only say that he had temporary control over the Deathly Silence Gate.

Hun Qian Mo also realized that Xiao Ming had just taken control of it to some extent and couldn't fully manipulate it yet. He immediately reached for the Deathly Silence Gate.

"Xiao Ming, leave the Deathly Silence Gate behind!"

"You're daydreaming!"

Xiao Ming sneered, and with a wave of his robe, he dodged Hun Qian Mo's attack and flew towards his main body.

As his Soul Avatar merged back into his body, Xiao Ming intended to put away the Deathly Silence Gate.

Boom!

The black cloud in the sky shook violently at that moment. The black cloud then surged, and an elderly figure who appeared to be about to die slowly descended. At the same time, a massive and terrifying aura suddenly spread out!

'An Eight-Star Dou Saint?!'

Xiao Ming's pupils slightly contracted as he sensed the massive and unparalleled aura. He had only sensed this kind of aura from the high-star Elders of the Ancient Void Dragon Tribe. The Hun Clan actually sent such an expert?!

The Pill Tower Ancestor, Xiao Yi Xian, Qing Lin, and the Alliance members had a drastic change in their facial expressions.

In contrast to Xiao Yi Xian and the others, Hun Qian Mo and his group were ecstatic after their initial surprise.

The onlookers around the mountain range, although overwhelmed by the oppressive aura and struggling to catch their breath, couldn't help but exclaim. This trip was truly worth it!

"Young friend, this competition is counted as a defeat for my Hun Clan. How about returning the Deathly Silence Gate to this old man?"

The elderly figure slowly stepped forward. He appeared in front of Xiao Ming with just a step. The winkle-covered elderly face was covered with smiles and his tone was extremely friendly.

"Who are you?"

"Ugh, I am Hun Yuantian... ha ha... a useless old man who had died in Xiao Xuan's hands back then." The old man laughed. Xiao Ming could sense the former's smile had become a lot darker when mentioning the words 'Xiao Xuan.'

"Alright, we've talked enough. Would you mind returning the Deathly Silence Gate to this old man?"