The four chains finally came free. Old Yao gently moved his body. He had thought he would die here, yet he never expected there would come a day when he could leave.
"Let's go! Soul Hall is too strange. We should leave first."
Hearing Old Yao's words, Xiao Yan nodded slightly and looked toward the square. A Flame Whip appeared in his hand. Looking at the souls bound by the chains, a cold glint flashed through his eyes as he said frostily, "Since we're here, let's leave Soul Hall a few more gifts!"
As soon as he spoke, he swung the Flame Whip in his hand, intending to destroy those chains.
But the next instant, Xiao Yan's expression changed. A white-clad figure suddenly appeared, grabbing the Flame Whip directly. With a fierce swing, immense force traveled down the whip. Xiao Yan quickly released it, yet the Flame Whip was crushed outright.
"How does escaping feel? Are you very excited?" With a wave of his hand, the old man in white stirred the Power of Space and directly crushed the remaining flames. Looking at the two of them, his eyes held a teasing gleam as he said indifferently, "Unfortunately, your freedom ends here."
Old Yao's expression changed. Judging from the aura this old man emitted, he was also a Heavenly Venerate-level expert. He said gravely, "Leave quickly. Don't get entangled with him."
Xiao Yan nodded solemnly. "Teacher, enter the Storage Ring. Leave it to me."
Old Yao looked at Xiao Yan and nodded. At last, the time had come for the disciple to protect his teacher.
Old Yao entered the Storage Ring. Scarlet wings unfolded behind Xiao Yan's back, and with a slight flap, his body shot forward, flying straight toward the exit of the great hall.
"Trying to leave? It