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"Stubborn fools!"
Seeing that the other side wasn't scared into submission, Seventh Tian Zun narrowed his eyes, his tone cold and sinister. However, he didn't immediately attack. Instead, he continued to maintain the formation, keeping the nine people inside trapped.
After all, although they had already trapped the nine of them with the formation, if they launched a full assault now, the people inside—driven to desperation—might very well choose to drag them down with them.
Even if they couldn't take all three of them, it wouldn't be surprising if one or two ended up dying with them if luck turned against them.
"Tch, these people are so boring. I thought I could take advantage of the chaos to snatch a few Dou Zun corpses or some storage rings, then trade them with Lin Feng for a few pills to eat. But I didn't expect them to be such cowards, every one of them."
Seeing that the fight didn't immediately erupt, Zi Yan, still hiding within the void, instantly became displeased.
She had been watching for so long, thinking she would gain something. But now these people stopped fighting altogether. This outcome left her extremely disappointed.
"Sigh, forget it. I'll go wander somewhere else and see if I can catch a few black-robed people or some soul bodies to take back. I remember Lin Feng and his wives saying that this Hall of Souls branch holds quite a large number of imprisoned souls."
With a helpless sigh, Zi Yan finally left the area and headed deeper into the branch hall. After all, if everyone else came out with gains, and she—dignified Ancient Void Dragon Clan young mistress—returned empty-handed, where would her face go?
Although Lin Feng's task for her was to record the entire process of Xiao Yan rescuing Yao Chen…before coming, she had specifically grabbed quite a few Soul Bags from Lin Feng.
While Zi Yan was troubled over how to collect soul bodies, Xiao Yan—guided by another terrified Hall of Souls Protector—was advancing with ease. Along the way, he encountered many Hall of Souls Protectors.
But with his current strength, anyone below the Dou Zun realm could be killed with a flick of his finger. So even though he encountered twenty or thirty Protectors obstructing his path…
Those unfortunate protectors were all obliterated instantly by this Dou Zun powerhouse. He didn't bother to knock them out or capture any more of them. He simply advanced like a battle god, charging straight forward!
After all, his primary goal right now was rescuing his master. He didn't want to waste even a moment capturing people.
"Bang!"
In a wide corridor, Xiao Yan swung his palm expressionlessly. The brown flame he controlled condensed into a long spear mid-air and pierced directly through the chest of a Hall of Souls Protector who had rushed over after hearing the commotion.
Xiao Yan didn't even spare the man a glance as his body rapidly crumbled into ashes. Instead, he cast a cold look at the Protector who was serving as his guide and asked, voice icy, "How far to the place where souls are held?"
"The Soul-Locking Hall is at the very end of this corridor."
Hearing the question, the Protector trembled as he answered quickly.
Everything Xiao Yan had done up to this point had scared him out of his wits. He didn't dare try any tricks. Especially since all the Dou Zun of the hall were currently occupied outside.
Without the ability to form a defensive formation, their group of mere Dou Zong Protectors stood no chance against a Dou Zun like Xiao Yan. Hearing that he was close to his destination, Xiao Yan nodded lightly, though his face only grew colder.
The Protector who had been watching Xiao Yan's expression closely sensed this shift immediately. Just as he was calculating the best chance to escape—
A burst of scorching brown flame erupted from Xiao Yan's hand without warning, swallowing the Protector whole and burning him into nothing but black ash. After finishing, Xiao Yan clapped his hands lightly, expression still cold.
For people of the Hall of Souls, Xiao Yan's hatred ran bone-deep. Whenever he thought of his father and two older brothers being taken by these people…
His killing intent surged without the slightest psychological burden. After dealing with the Protector, Xiao Yan's gaze shifted toward the end of the corridor.
There, a massive pitch-black iron door stood towering before him. The Dou Qi inside Xiao Yan's body surged violently. With a flicker of his figure, he appeared directly outside the iron door.
With a wave of his sleeve, brown Heavenly Flame erupted outward, blasting fiercely against the door.
"Clang!"
Even though the iron door was made of extraordinarily tough material, under the force of Xiao Yan's fused Heavenly Flames, it was blown apart directly.
With the barrier gone, the sight behind it instantly entered Xiao Yan's field of vision. Beyond the iron door lay an enormous open plaza. Dozens of stone pillars, each over a hundred zhang tall, stood upright across the ground.
Black chains extended like a spiderweb from each pillar. They intertwined with chains from other pillars, forming an enormous web-like structure. On these chains, countless glowing orbs hung like skewered pieces of meat over a roasting fire.
Xiao Yan had seen these before in other branch halls—he knew they were souls captured by the Hall of Souls.
"This branch hall really does have a ridiculous number of soul bodies."
Even though Xiao Yan had seen similar scenes during past rescues, witnessing it again still made him suck in a cold breath.
A hint of heat flashed through his eyes.
If he could obtain all these soul bodies, he could refine them into Soul Essence and use it to significantly strengthen his own soul…
"No. I don't have time to bother with these right now. Saving master comes first."
Thinking of Yao Chen, Xiao Yan swept his gaze across the plaza and stopped at the towering stone platform deep within. There, a particularly bright orb floated quietly, emanating a very familiar aura—one he would never mistake.
Realizing who that orb belonged to, Xiao Yan's foot stepped down eagerly. His figure shot forward like an arrow loosed from a bow, streaking across the plaza in a flash.
In the next moment, he appeared atop the platform, staring fixedly at the orb. Now that he was close, he could clearly see the figure inside—a frail old man sitting cross-legged, his limbs bound by four massive chains.
Back when his master had been taken by Hall of Souls Protectors in the Black-Corner Region, only five or six short years had passed. But now, Yao Chen had changed into an elderly figure with snow-white hair, frail and fading.
Gone was all trace of the carefree grace he once possessed. In its place was nothing but the weakness of someone who looked on the verge of death. The sight made Xiao Yan's eyes instantly turn blood-red. Anyone could tell—
Although his master hadn't been annihilated over these years, he had clearly suffered immensely.
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