173: Su Xia's end

“Hun Yang, this place is a bit dilapidated, but this style of decay and desolation actually fits our Evil Path’s aesthetic.”

Just as Hun Yang appeared, a figure slowly emerged from beside a cracked pillar.

This person was the representative of the Corpse Puppet Sect. He was thin, his face as pale as paper, and a faint, eerie smile hung on his lips, as if he had been waiting there for a long time.

“Hmph, Ninth ranked member of the Corpse Puppet Sect, your Corpse Puppet Sect is such a large sect, and they only sent a character like you?”

Hun Yang’s gaze coldly swept over Ninth ranked member of the Corpse Puppet Sect, his words tinged with disdain.

In his opinion, although the Corpse Puppet Sect was also one of the top Evil Path Sects, as the Young Sect Master of the Soul Hall, his status was naturally extraordinary.

“Why not? I’m still the ninth-ranked person in the Corpse Puppet Sect. Is sending me not enough? On the other hand, you, as the Young Sect Master of the Soul Hall, are your elders in the Soul Hall really so confident in letting you venture out alone? The outside world is full of dangers. If something were to happen to you out there, tsk tsk tsk, that wouldn’t be good...”

Ninth ranked member of the Corpse Puppet Sect said playfully, a cunning glint in his eyes, as if his words held some hidden meaning.

“Oh, are you threatening me with those words?”

Hun Yang’s expression remained as calm as still water, and he retorted unperturbed. For a moment, the two stood in confrontation.

As the Young Sect Master of the Soul Hall, the powerful Soul Hall behind him was his greatest backing, so how could he be easily intimidated by Ninth ranked member of the Corpse Puppet Sect’s few words?

“It seems I’ve arrived late.”

Just as Hun Yang and Ninth ranked member of the Corpse Puppet Sect were at loggerheads, and the atmosphere grew increasingly tense, a soft, melodious voice came from outside the hall.

The two looked in the direction of the voice, only to see an exceptionally curvaceous woman with a graceful figure, walking in slowly with long, straight legs, her steps light and elegant.

Her face was beautiful, her eyes full of emotion, and her every movement exuded a unique charm that seemed to captivate hearts.

“Oh, I didn’t expect the Sect Master of the illustrious Hehuan Sect, Sect Master Ji Xi, to personally grace us with her presence. This is truly a rare guest.”

Hun Yang and Ninth ranked member of the Corpse Puppet Sect were both surprised after recognizing the newcomer.

After all, for such occasions, it was usually sufficient to send high-ranking elders from the sect. For the Sect Master to personally attend was truly unprecedented.

“Oh dear, since the other party extended such a warm invitation, after much thought, I felt it would be more appropriate for me to come personally. After all, our Hehuan Sect is not as powerful as the sects you two belong to.”

Ji Xi said with a radiant smile. Her voice was like a nightingale emerging from a valley, and her every word and action naturally exuded a seductive aura that made people involuntarily turn their heads.

While the three were exchanging pleasantries, accompanied by faint footsteps and the rustling of clothes, representatives from other top Evil Path Sects also arrived at the abandoned palace.

In the Evil Path power structure of Planet B, besides the Soul Hall, Corpse Puppet Sect, and Hehuan Sect, the top Evil Path Sects also included the Flesh Sunflower Gate, known for its bizarre cultivation methods; the Bone Sect, skilled in controlling bone-based spells; the Asura Palace, which dominated with slaughter and martial prowess; the Corpse Burial Pavilion, full of mysterious and sinister aura; and the Malice Qi Sect, which specialized in cultivating malice qi techniques.

Including the now-destroyed Fenghua Sect, there were originally nine top Evil Path Sects on Planet B. Now that the Fenghua Sect had been eliminated, the representatives of the eight top Evil Path Sects were all present.

“By the way, all of us are here, but what about the people from that mysterious force? Why haven’t they shown up yet?”

The burly, rough-faced representative from the Asura Palace frowned and couldn’t help but ask loudly.

His voice echoed in the spacious hall, adding to the sense of urgency and confusion.

The moment his voice faded, the atmosphere in the hall, which had only eight people, suddenly changed.

Blurry light and shadows flickered, and in the blink of an eye, more than 10 Gene-Modified Warriors in strange battle armor suddenly appeared in the hall.

These battle armor gleamed with a cold metallic luster, intricately carved with complex and mysterious patterns.

They held strangely shaped, cold-glowing weapons tightly in their hands, their eyes cold and emotionless.

“What kind of secret art is this? We didn’t even detect it...”

Looking at these Gene-Modified Warriors who had suddenly appeared like ghosts, everyone present was shocked and surprised.

After all, everyone present had at least First Incarnation Realm cultivation, and two of them were even Yiqi Realm powerhouses. Yet, they had not detected any aura fluctuations from these suddenly appearing individuals, as if they had materialized out of thin air.

This sudden change instantly made the atmosphere in the hall solemn. Everyone’s eyes were filled with vigilance and doubt, wondering what would happen next.

Little did they know, how could these people, who had long been immersed in the world of cultivation and accustomed to judging everything by spiritual energy, cultivation methods, and soul perception, easily comprehend the mystery and power of technology?

Moreover, these Gene-Modified Warriors had almost no intelligence, like cold killing machines, so naturally there were no so-called soul fluctuations. It was perfectly normal that the crowd did not detect their presence.

“Everyone, I apologize for keeping you waiting...”

Just as everyone was filled with suspicion and heightened vigilance due to this sudden turn of events, a clear yet subtly cold female voice slowly drifted from the darkness deep within the hall.

Everyone’s hearts tightened, and they instinctively and swiftly cast their gazes towards the source of the voice.

A woman in a strange uniform was seen walking slowly out of the darkness with steady and elegant steps.

The material of the uniform was extremely unique, its surface shimmering with a faint, elusive silvery glow, like flowing liquid metal or scattered stars.

The uniform’s cut perfectly hugged her body, flawlessly outlining her graceful figure.

The woman’s face was beautiful, her fair skin as warm as mutton-fat jade in the dim light, her features as exquisite as a painting, especially her bright eyes, which were like cold stars twinkling in the night sky, exuding an undeniable confidence and determination.

The newcomer was Su Xia, but this Su Xia was not the original body, but a manufactured clone.