Within the vast main hall, hundreds of figures were caught in a fierce melee. However, the native factions of the Central Plains were the first to collapse under the chaos, leaving only the ancient clans still engaged in battle. Despite the fighting, none of the ancient clans had suffered casualties. Due to the deep-rooted history and mutual apprehensions between them, while the clashes were intense, no one had dared to go all out—until that balance was broken.
The turning point came when a Dou Zun from the Shi Clan suddenly exploded from within. The incident happened so abruptly that even his opponent from the Ling Clan suspected it might have been an accidental kill due to lack of control. What followed was a furious retaliation from the Shi Clan. In order to protect themselves, the Ling Clan was forced to fight back with full force. Just like that, the battlefield plunged into utter chaos.
Similar outbursts erupted across other skirmishes. The members of the six ancient clans, who had previously been holding back, now unleashed their true strength without hesitation. Countless powerful Dou Techniques exploded in the air. Allies and enemies were jumbled together. The only thing anyone remembered was: Don't attack your own clan. Everything else was thrown aside.
It was evident that the Yan Clan had sent the most powerful lineup. In particular, Huo Xuan's Destruction Blaze of the Eight Wastelands posed a deadly threat. While it couldn't outright kill a Dou Zun, anyone caught off guard would still suffer serious injuries. With this overwhelming advantage, the Yan Clan quickly gained the upper hand. Before long, the Gu Clan, Lei Clan, Ling Clan, and Shi Clan were all defeated, leaving only the Yao Clan struggling to hold out.
But unlike the others, Huo Zhi hadn't been swept away by bloodlust. Amid the clash, she had sensed that something was wrong. As she pieced together the oddities and prepared to alert the others, a sudden wave of dizziness struck her. She immediately recognized it as a soul attack. Before she could react, a blade was pressed to her neck.
"Huo Xuan, stop right now!"
"Yao Xingji, you dare!" Huo Xuan immediately retaliated, blasting back a Yao Clan member with his palm before shouting furiously. "Are you trying to provoke a war between our clans?!"
"I don't care about that! If you don't want this girl to die, then stop!" Yao Xingji sneered viciously. His plan had been carefully calculated. The Yan Clan's superiority stemmed mainly from their Clan Leader's strength. If he could obtain the Fire Flood Saint's remains, the essence blood inside might help the Yao Clan Leader break through. And if he was the one who brought such merit, he would surely become the next Clan Leader.
"Bastard!" Huo Xuan clenched his fists and turned to another handsome man bearing the Yao Clan's cauldron emblem. "Yao Tian, is this how your Yao Clan conducts itself?"
Yao Tian was momentarily stunned. Before he could respond, Yao Xingji snorted coldly. "Yao Tian, don't listen to him. Do you really want to see our clan's chance at glory slip away?"
"..." A trace of hesitation flashed in Yao Tian's eyes. After a moment of struggle, he sighed and said, "Sorry, Brother Huo. I'm a Yao Clan member. I have to consider our clan's future."
"Fine! Then it seems I, Huo Xuan, misjudged you!" Huo Xuan laughed coldly in fury. Raising his palm, he ordered, "All Yan Clan members—cease combat immediately!"
"Now that's more like it." Yao Xingji let out a triumphant laugh, handing Huo Zhi off to others before approaching the stone coffin at the center of the hall with excitement in his eyes. This was the resting place of a peak Dou Saint—perhaps it still contained the Fire Flood Saint's lifetime of knowledge and even his Heavenly Flame. If he could obtain either, his future would be limitless!
The coffin lid wasn't especially heavy, and Yao Xingji easily pushed it aside. But the moment he saw what lay within, his smile froze on his face.
There was nothing.
Only a line of large words carved at the bottom of the coffin with a sharp blade:
"Stupid dog, aren't you tired yet?"
"What the...?" Yao Xingji stared into the empty coffin, bewildered. Where were the Fire Flood Saint's remains? The peak Dou Saint's legacy? The top-ranked Heavenly Flame? Why was there nothing? After all his careful planning—even daring to offend the Yan Clan—all he had to show for it was this empty husk?
At the thought of the retaliation he would surely face from the Yan Clan, a shiver ran down his spine. Refusing to give up, he searched frantically within the coffin, trying to find hidden compartments or mechanisms—but came up with nothing. Only that single mocking sentence remained, glaring at him like a cruel joke.
"Dammit!" Enraged, Yao Xingji kicked over the stone coffin. The others around him froze, unsure of what had just happened. But when they saw the inside for themselves, they finally understood why he had erupted in rage.
For a moment, everyone shared a quiet, schadenfreude-laced realization: they were all the "stupid dogs."
"Something's wrong—everyone, be careful!" Huo Zhi's expression changed dramatically as she stared at the empty coffin. While others were still caught in the absurdity of the prank, she was the first to react. This coffin confirmed her suspicion all along: the so-called Fire Flood Saint's tomb was a complete scam!
Clang!
Just as her warning echoed through the hall, a sinister black mist slithered out from a shadowed corner. The next instant, countless pitch-black chains exploded from the fog, piercing Yao Xingji's body with blinding speed and yanking him inward before anyone could respond.
The sudden ambush left everyone stunned. By the time they could react, Yao Xingji had already been dragged into the mist. Huo Zhi stared at the dark fog with a grave expression.
"So you're the one behind all this?"
"My, my… what a clever girl." A pitch-black hand reached out from the mist and clamped down on Yao Xingji's head. A chilling laugh followed.
"You're from the Hun Clan?!" someone cried out as the others finally recognized the signature technique. This eerie ambush style could only belong to the Hun Clan among the ancient seven.
"Kekeke..." Hidden within the mist, Xiao Yan's lips curled into a wicked smirk as he let out a perfectly standard Hall of Souls laugh.
"Congratulations. You guessed right. You win a prize."
(End of Chapter)
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