155: Chapter 155 Those incompetent fools of the Starfall Pavilion, come out and face your deaths!

After mastering Blood Soul Heavenly Wrath, Hun Muxiao was truly excited for several days.

Every morning, the first thing she did was run to the back mountain and practice her vocal cords at the meadow that had already been battered into a mess by her, scaring Hun Qian into temporarily assigning two teams of guards to patrol the outskirts of the meadow, fearing that some uninformed elder might accidentally wander into her training range and be shouted into an idiot.

However, after the novelty wore off, boredom washed over her like a tide.

Her cultivation at the peak of the Seven-Star Dou Zun was already invincible among the younger generation of the East Courtyard; the guards would take a detour when they saw her, and those collateral descendants of the Hun Clan shook their heads like rattles when asked to spar with her.

Aunt Yaoyao was recently in seclusion, attempting to break through to the late Eight-Star stage, her mother was busy handling the dual affairs of the Snake-People Tribe and the Hun Clan, several aunts were either taking care of children or cultivating, and even that little girl Hun Muqing had been taken away by Aunt Xun'er to learn etiquette.

In the vast Soul Realm, she couldn't find a single person who could fight with her.

Hun Muxiao lay on the stone table, boredly drawing circles on the surface with her fingertip dipped in tea.

Hun Qian had just passed by under the corridor when she grabbed his sleeve: "Grandpa Hun Qian, is there anyone in the Soul Realm recently who is blind and needs to be taught a lesson? Remnants of the rebel army are fine, magical beast riots are fine, I'm not picky."

Hun Qian was yanked until he staggered; after steadying himself, he looked helplessly at this little ancestor and said that the rebel army had long been wiped out, and magical beasts would take a detour when they saw the Hun Clan's flag; there really were no fights to be had.

Hun Muxiao pressed her face against the cold stone tabletop and let out a wail.

Hun Qian suddenly remembered something and lowered his voice: "Miss, Hun Feng gave orders before he went into seclusion that if you are truly bored, you can go find Lord Hun You. He just returned from the Northern Region and should be reporting his duties at the Assassination Department."

Hun Muxiao scrambled up, light reigniting in her peach-blossom eyes.

Hun You had just returned from the Northern Region after wiping out the rebel army, and the black robe on him still carried the chill left by the void turbulence.

He was flipping through the backlog of intelligence jade slips in the main hall of the Assassination Department when he suddenly sensed an aura of familiar dominance approaching at high speed.

He put down the jade slip, and the corners of his mouth under the hood twitched imperceptibly.

Sure enough, the next second, the gate of the main hall was kicked open from the outside.

Hun Muxiao stood at the doorway, the blood abyss sword hanging diagonally at her waist, her peach-blossom eyes flashing with eagerness: "Uncle Hun You! Come out and fight with me!"

Hun You silently placed the intelligence jade slip on the table.

He was the helmsman of the Hall of Souls' Assassination Department, a peak Six-Star Dou Sheng, and the blood on his hands was more than the food Hun Muxiao had ever eaten.

When he had risked his life with Hun Feng back then, this little girl hadn't even been born yet.

Now, being blocked at the door by a little girl shouting "come fight with me," he didn't know whether to be angry or amused.

However, he just happened to be going to the Central Plains to inspect the outer strongholds of the Flame Emperor Alliance, so since this little ancestor wanted to go out, he would take her along for a spin.

But he had a prior condition: no causing trouble, no exposing her identity, and no running around alone.

Hun Muxiao agreed readily, a flash of cunning that only she understood crossing her peach-blossom eyes.

Central Plains, outskirts of the Starfall Pavilion.

The current Starfall Pavilion no longer had the atmosphere of the heyday of the Sky Mansion Alliance.

After the outer defense line was repeatedly harassed by the Hall of Souls' Assassination Department, it had to shrink to the area around the main peak; many small and medium-sized forces that had been incorporated by the Flame Emperor Alliance had long since evacuated, leaving only a few die-hard sects still struggling to hold on.

The space in front of the mountain gate was empty, and even the spirit of the gate-guarding disciples showed an indescribable listlessness.

Hun Muxiao stood outside the mountain gate, tilting her head to examine the stone tablet carved with the three large characters "Starfall Pavilion," feeling that the characters on this tablet were written very uglily, not even as good as her drafts when practicing calligraphy.

She looked back at Hun You, who was standing far away under a tree—Hun You was leaning against the tree trunk with his arms crossed, his hood covering most of his face, and he nodded slightly at her, the meaning very clear: do as you please, I won't make a move.

Hun Muxiao grinned, turned to face the closed mountain gate of the Starfall Pavilion, and took a deep breath: "Fools of the Flame Emperor Alliance—come out and die!"

This shout was mixed with a very faint remnant force of Blood Soul Heavenly Wrath; although she did not truly activate the Dou Technique, that domineering soul fluctuation still penetrated the mountain gate like muffled thunder, exploding loudly over the main peak of the Starfall Pavilion.

The restrictions on the mountain gate flickered violently, and several gate-guarding disciples were shaken until they were dizzy, almost rolling down the steps.

There was a commotion inside the mountain gate.

A moment later, dozens of figures shot out from the pavilion and landed on the square in front of the mountain gate.

Leading them was an elder deacon at the peak of Dou Zong, followed by fifty or sixty disciples, with cultivation levels ranging from Dou Wang to Dou Zong.

The elder deacon looked closely and discovered that the person kicking the hall was actually a little girl who looked to be only eleven or twelve years old; he was stunned for a moment, then his expression changed drastically—he recognized her.

A year ago, it was this little girl with braided hair who had captured Xiao Zhan with one hand, making the Flame Emperor Alliance the laughingstock of the entire continent.

"It's you!"

The elder deacon's voice was filled with irrepressible fear and anger, "Little demoness, you dare to come again!"

"Old man, what did you call me?"

Hun Muxiao put her hands on her hips, her peach-blossom eyes full of undisguised arrogance, "My mother is Medusa, my father is Hun Feng, and Hun Tiandi is my great-grandfather. You call me a little demoness; if my great-grandfather finds out later, do you still want this broken mountain of yours?"

The elder deacon was choked until his face turned iron-blue by her words.

Dozens of disciples behind him looked at each other, and some began to retreat—not because they were afraid of this little girl, but because they were afraid of the name behind her.

The prestige of the Hun Clan had long since shrouded the entire continent like a shadow in this past year.

"What are you afraid of! She is just one person!"

The elder deacon waved his hand, and dozens of disciples behind him moved at the command, Dou Qi light exploded on the square one after another, and dozens of figures pounced on Hun Muxiao from all directions.

Hun Muxiao's peach-blossom eyes narrowed slightly.

Her feet had not moved, but her figure had already disappeared from the spot; it was not teleportation, but pure speed that had reached the extreme.

The aura of the peak of the Seven-Star Dou Zun was released without reservation at this moment.

The instant the blood abyss sword was unsheathed in her palm, it drew a very thin blood-colored arc.

The three Dou Wang disciples at the very front didn't even have time to scream before they fell, each with a very thin bloodline at their throats.

In the next second, she had already appeared on the other side of the crowd, the blood abyss sword swept horizontally backhand, and the blood-colored sword glow spread out like a crescent moon; seven or eight disciples were sent flying at the same time, their protective Dou Qi shattering like thin paper.

The elder deacon's pupils shrank, and he exclaimed in shock: "Dou Zun!"

However, it was too late.

Hun Muxiao's figure shuttled back and forth in the crowd, fast as a ghost, and every time a blood-colored sword light flashed, several people fell.

Ten breaths, only ten breaths, and the square was littered with corpses and groaning wounded.

Dozens of Dou Wang, Dou Huang, and Dou Zong, none of them could survive the second move under her sword.

Her cultivation at the peak of the Seven-Star Dou Zun crushed this group of people like using a bone whip to whip tofu.

She didn't even use Blood Soul Heavenly Wrath—it wasn't needed to deal with these people.

There were still a large number of disciples inside the mountain gate who hadn't had time to rush out; they were all stunned on the spot, their legs trembling, unable to even hold their weapons steady.

They had thought that a wet-behind-the-ears little girl had come, but they didn't expect a god of slaughter to arrive.

Hun Muxiao flicked the blood abyss sword casually, the blood beads on the blade scattering onto the stone bricks, blooming into small dark red flowers.

She raised her head and looked at the group of stunned disciples inside the mountain gate, pouting boredly: "Is there anyone who can fight better? Isn't your Flame Emperor Alliance claiming to fight the Hun Clan to the end? With just this bit of ability, you dare to call it an Emperor Alliance? Xiao Yan, that tortoise hiding in a hole and refusing to come out, are you all following suit and acting like tortoises?"

"Little girl, you shouldn't speak too full."

An old and steady voice came from inside the mountain gate.

Hun Muxiao raised her eyebrows and looked over, only to see an old man with white hair walking slowly down the stone steps.

He was wearing a washed-out cyan robe, holding an ice-blue long sword with an antique design in his hand, and the ice-cold Dou Qi surging around him was so rich it was almost tangible; his cultivation was clearly already at the One-Star Dou Zun, although his aura was still a bit unstable, clearly having just broken through not long ago.

"Old man Hai Bodong. Girl, how old are you this year?"

Hai Bodong stood still in the center of the square, looking at the corpses and groaning wounded all over the ground, his beard twitched slightly, but his voice remained steady.

"Twelve, what's wrong?"

Hun Muxiao looked him up and down, a flash of surprise in her peach-blossom eyes.

This old man was indeed a bit better than those fools just now, but limitedly so—a One-Star Dou Zun, and one who had just broken through, a full eight stages behind her.

"Was it you who captured Xiao Zhan?"

Hai Bodong asked again.

"That old man was captured by me, what can you do to me?"

Hun Muxiao lifted her chin.

Hai Bodong was silent for a moment, then slowly raised the ice-blue long sword in his hand, the tip of the sword pointing directly at Hun Muxiao.

The ice-cold Dou Qi condensed into a thin layer of frost on the sword body, freezing the surrounding air into fine ice crystals.

Hun Muxiao looked at his solemn posture, a flash of cunning in her peach-blossom eyes—the Hun Clan had been provoked by the Flame Emperor Alliance countless times over the years, but no high-level member of the Flame Emperor Alliance had ever dared to stand up and fight.

Although this old man's cultivation was not high, his courage was not small.

She slanted the blood abyss sword to her side and hooked her finger at him.