The blinding light vanished abruptly, and at the same time, the voice of Protector Xuan, filled with shock and rage, echoed, “Xiao Yan, give back the Malevolent Spirit to me! Otherwise, I will make you die in a place where even the dead can’t rest!”
Ignoring Protector Xuan’s angry roar, Xiao Yan knew that the Malevolent Spirit was connected to Xuan’s soul. Now that it had been sealed, Xuan would suffer intense backlash, and his soul power, gravely injured, would inevitably drop drastically. At this point, he was no longer a threat.
At this moment, Xiao Yan’s gaze was fixed on the white ring on his finger, where a faint hint of red could be seen. However, whether due to the ring or the Heavenly Fire Venerable, Xiao Yan could not detect what was inside the ring.
“Xiao Yan, I have temporarily sealed the Malevolent Spirit, but my soul power is completely drained. This consumption is immense, and I will soon fall into a deep slumber. You must remember, within ten days, replenish my soul. Otherwise, my soul may dissipate completely… And the Malevolent Spirit, now sealed, might break free again.”
As Xiao Yan gazed in wonder, the Heavenly Fire Venerable’s voice suddenly sounded in his mind, laced with a weakness that was hard to conceal. Clearly, though he had sealed the Malevolent Spirit, the exertion was enormous.
Upon hearing this, Xiao Yan was startled and hurriedly replied, “Within ten days? Elder, this is no joke. The herbs needed to repair a soul are extremely rare. How am I supposed to find them in ten days?”
“I don’t need you to fully restore my soul in ten days. Just get something to nourish it and rouse me from my slumber,” the Venerable’s voice responded, growing more urgent. It seemed his time was indeed running out.
Relieved, Xiao Yan let out a breath. Finding something to nourish the soul was not too difficult. Ten days should be enough.
“Rest assured, Venerable. Within ten days, I will rouse you from your slumber,” Xiao Yan affirmed. Although he couldn’t trust the Heavenly Fire Venerable as much as the Pharmacist Elder, having him around was still beneficial. These old, cunning spirits could provide great help in experience and cultivation.
“Good, I’m relieved. Please, this is crucial…” Hearing Xiao Yan’s assurance, the Venerable relaxed. Though they had only known each other for a short time, his sharp intuition allowed him to place some trust in Xiao Yan, especially under the current circumstances.
The Venerable’s voice grew weaker, and after the last syllable, it dissipated. Xiao Yan could faintly feel the spirit within the ring dimming.
Tightening his fist, Xiao Yan exhaled and tucked the ringed hand into his sleeve. Lifting his head, he glared coldly at Protector Xuan, who was raging like a madman. The Venerable’s attack had dealt a nearly fatal blow, leaving Xuan’s soul heavily damaged. Even if he survived, his strength would likely plummet to the level of a Battle Emperor.
Floating in the air, Protector Xuan glared at Xiao Yan with hatred, his breathing ragged and his face contorted with pain from the soul injuries.
“Return the Malevolent Spirit to me. I swear on my soul, I will leave immediately. Furthermore, if you agree, I will help you kill Han Feng!” roared Protector Xuan, clutching his forehead.
Hearing this, Han Feng, not far away, scowled, his eyes flashing with murderous intent. He never expected Protector Xuan to be so unreliable.
“Protector Xuan, it’s useless to talk now. Xiao Yan will never return the Malevolent Spirit. If you fight them to the death, you might stand a chance,” Han Feng said, his tone icy.
“Shut up!” Protector Xuan’s eyes turned cold, glaring at Han Feng. In his view, if not for Han Feng’s deceit, he wouldn’t be here. Instead, he was in trouble, and his survival was uncertain. His rage extended to Han Feng.
Casting a mocking glance, Han Feng said nothing, but his intention to kill Xuan deepened. Even if Xuan didn’t die here, Han Feng would finish him off later.
Breathing heavily, Protector Xuan’s bloodshot eyes snapped to Xiao Yan, his look one of madness. “Will you return the Malevolent Spirit or not?”
Xiao Yan, unruffled, glanced at Han Feng. “Perhaps I’ll consider it if you truly kill Han Feng…”
“Return the Malevolent Spirit, and I’ll do it!” Hearing a hint of concession, Protector Xuan hurried. He didn’t notice the murderous gaze from behind.
Xiao Yan smiled, his eyes mocking. Realizing he had been deceived, Protector Xuan’s breathing became more ragged, his eyes filled with venom. A crazed shout erupted: “Ten Soul Enforcers, kill him!”
Responding to the order, ten black shadows leaped from the cliff, giant black chains snapping towards Xiao Yan. Xiao Yan calmly breathed out a green flame, which morphed into ten fiery hands, snatching the chains and sending searing lines of fire racing back along them.
“Chhh!” The fire raced up the chains, causing screams. The black fog around the enforcers diminished, revealing fear in their eyes. They desperately tried to stop the fire, but their combined strength was no match for Xiao Yan’s. They could only abandon the chains, but before they could retreat, the chains, now fiery, shot back at them, piercing through their chests.
As the ten enforcers crumpled, the chains softened and fell, the green flames returning to Xiao Yan. In just a few moments, ten strong Dou Kings were vanquished, leaving many onlookers stunned. Such strength could rival a Battle Emperor.
With the enforcers dispatched, Xiao Yan’s eyes flashed with cold resolve. His bony wings flared, and in an instant, he appeared before Protector Xuan. “Since you came, you won’t leave. All from the Soul Temple deserve to die!”
His face twisted, Xiao Yan unleashed a palm strike, a volcanic blast of green flames erupting.
Taken by surprise, Protector Xuan retreated, but his strength, weakened, was no match. The flames pursued, and he screamed in agony. His black mist rapidly diminished as he fled, but the flames finally dissipated, leaving him in a wretched state.
Panting, Protector Xuan glared at Xiao Yan, his eyes more than venomous. Just as he was about to speak, a figure appeared beside him. Before he could say a word, a hand covered in Dou Qi pierced his chest.
“At this point, your survival is pointless. The Soul Enforcers are dead, no one will report to the Soul Temple, so offer your soul. I will avenge your death…” Han Feng slowly withdrew his hand, a cruel smile on his lips.
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