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"This idiot really thinks I care about the Hall Master's rewards. That brat Xiao Yan doesn't just have the Flame Mantra left behind by the Tuo She Ancient God, he also has four or five Heavenly Flames. Even if the Hall Master rewarded me with a Heaven Class cultivation technique, it still wouldn't compare to even half of Xiao Yan's wealth!"
Seeing Old Ghost Zhai Xing raging like a madman, a hint of disdain flashed in Old Mu Gu's eyes as he gloated inwardly.
His Dou Zun strength was earned through countless battles, not inherited like those pampered second-generation juniors with no experience. Unless he deliberately allowed it, how could he possibly "accidentally" let Xiao Yan escape?
"Hehe, Zhai Xing, just keep delaying him for me. Once you stall long enough for his secret technique's time limit to end, I'll be able to slaughter him easily and take the Flame Mantra and the Heavenly Flames."
Seeing that neither Xiao Yan nor Old Ghost Zhai Xing suspected him, Old Mu Gu's figure flickered. As he shot toward the hall entrance, a cold smile tugged at the corner of his lips.
Right now, aside from Xiao Yan's own allies, he was the person most hoping that Xiao Yan would escape the Death Soul Mountain Range.
After all, if Xiao Yan died here and Old Ghost Zhai Xing searched the corpse and discovered multiple Heavenly Flames, with Mu Gu's status in the Hall of Souls, he would be lucky to get one at most.
That result was clearly not what he wanted. If he wanted to cultivate Flame Mantra, he needed more Heavenly Flames. As long as the flames remained in Xiao Yan's hands, Mu Gu still had ways to steal them.
But if they fell into Old Ghost Zhai Xing's hands and were handed over to the Hall Master, how could a mere Dou Zun like him possibly steal Heavenly Flames from a Dou Sheng expert?
"Hehe, now that they've all left, this lady has to seize the chance and collect as many souls as possible."
Seeing Xiao Yan's group leave the Soul-Locking Hall one after another, Zi Yan's eyes instantly lit up with excitement. She quickly took out her soul bag and continued snatching the bound souls hanging from the iron chains.
Since the three had already destroyed many of the chains during their battle, even if she took a few more souls, they would simply assume those souls had escaped.
So Zi Yan abandoned her earlier careful, small movements and began harvesting souls on a massive scale. The souls, bound to the chains by the Hall of Souls, could only hang there like fruit, allowing the girl to pluck them effortlessly.
"Eh? What smell is this?"
After collecting nearly ten thousand souls, Zi Yan suddenly stopped and sniffed around with her delicate nose.
"Not good, someone's coming!"
Within just a few seconds, she sensed something was wrong. She quickly put away her soul pouch into her storage ring and fled deeper into the void.
"Whoosh~"
She had barely disappeared when a figure shot into the area she had been standing.
Scanning the surroundings and finding nothing unusual, the person muttered in confusion, "Strange, I could've sworn someone else was here just now."
"Did I sense wrong?"
After thinking for a few seconds, the figure could only shake his head before flying off in the direction Xiao Yan had escaped.
"Whew, that was close. If I hadn't run fast, I might've been caught."
Seeing the person leave, Zi Yan, hidden in the depths of the void, finally exhaled in relief as she patted her round little tummy.
Knowing there were still strong experts nearby, Zi Yan could only cast a longing glance toward the hall full of souls before flying off in another direction.
Meanwhile, Xiao Yan had already dashed through several corridors and returned to the area where they had previously broken through the wall.
Just as he arrived in the grand hall, Yao Chen, who had reached the area first, drifted over in his faint, illusory form. Seeing the blood at the corner of Xiao Yan's mouth, Yao Chen's expression darkened.
He frowned and said, "Xiao Yanzi, you're injured."
"I'm fine, nothing life-threatening for now. Let's hurry and regroup with Elder Feng. We need to get out of this damned place first."
Xiao Yan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, ignoring the pain in his waist as he spoke anxiously. After all, Old Ghost Zhai Xing was not far behind and would catch up at any moment.
Hearing Xiao Yan say they needed to leave, Yao Chen quickly pointed toward the black mist behind him and said urgently, "Xiao Yanzi, the exit is blocked. Someone set up a formation there. I suspect Elder Feng and the others are trapped inside!"
"What?!"
Xiao Yan's heart tightened.
He immediately looked toward the direction his Master had indicated. In an instant, a dense black fog filled his sight. Above the formation was the giant hole they had broken open earlier.
Seeing this scene, Xiao Yan's brows tightened as he gritted his teeth. "So when Old Ghost Zhai Xing said he would 'handle Elder Feng,' he meant this."
While the two were speaking, the three Tian Zuns maintaining the formation nearby also sensed Xiao Yan's arrival.
Feeling the aura of a Three-Star Dou Zun from Xiao Yan, they instantly cursed, "Are Old Ghost Zhai Xing and Old Mu Gu pigs? Two Dou Zuns couldn't stop a early Dou Zun?!"
Right now, the three of them were fully occupied maintaining the formation. If Xiao Yan attacked them even once, all their previous efforts would be wasted. But the more you fear something, the more likely it is to happen.
Sensing that the three Tian Zuns were immobilized while maintaining the array, Xiao Yan turned to Yao Chen and said, "Master, go into my storage ring for now. I'll break their formation."
"Alright."
Knowing he couldn't help in his current state, Yao Chen nodded without hesitation.
After speaking, his figure turned into a wisp of wind and flew toward Xiao Yan's ring. But when he saw that the ring was not the Bone Flame Ring, his expression froze for a moment.
However, since this wasn't the time for questions, he said nothing and directly entered the storage ring on Xiao Yan's finger. After confirming his Master was safely hidden, Xiao Yan turned again toward the mass of black mist in the distance.
A heavy expression swept across his face.
His hands suddenly moved like lightning, forming seals so rapidly that afterimages filled the air, dazzling to the eye. At the same time, the torrent of Dou Qi within his body surged like a flood, roaring along his arm's meridians.
"Open Mountain Seal!"
"Sea Flipping Seal!"
"Overturning Land Seal!"
"Sky Burying Seal!"
As each shout rang out, the four seals overlapped layer upon layer. Xiao Yan's face flushed rapidly, turning almost crimson.
Dou Qi poured into his palms without restraint, and four brilliant energy seals formed rapidly above them. Terrifying power gathered as if it cost nothing, condensing wildly on his hands.
The fluctuations emitted by the seals were so fierce that the space around his arms repeatedly cracked apart, forming thin black fissures.
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