The primeval world.
In the Grand Hall of the heavenly soul temple, Prince Golden Soul, who was wearing a purple-gold robe and a golden crown, sat on the main seat.
Five experts of the Soul Clan were standing respectfully below him.
Among these five people, one of them was naturally di Huo. As for the other four, they were all experts of the older generation. Their auras were as deep as the abyss and each of them was more powerful than di Huo.
"Trash! A bunch of trash!"
Prince Golden Soul roared. His voice was like thunder that exploded.
Not only were the five people in the main hall shocked, but a thunderous voice also came from the heavenly soul temple. It spread across almost half of the Yuanshi continent.
On the Yuanshi land, countless Warriors and living beings were all trembling at this moment.
Even the Dao master level figures felt fear in their hearts.