Wang Yan: Even If Shrek Bears the Blame, I'll Hold Up the Students with One Hand-Elder Xuan, Save Me! / Xuan Zi: Let's Kill Two Students for Good Luck Before the Match!

"Not bad. Help us with this, and there'll be benefits for you as well. If any of the soul beasts killed during the process suit you, you may absorb them freely once this is over," the elder in the middle added.

The middle-aged man in the Moonflower Sect's group said, "With the strength of you three seniors, you still need our help? This won't be an easy matter, will it? We didn't bring much in the way of supplies, and we'll soon be returning to the sect. I'm afraid we can't help you three seniors."

"Heh heh, do you think you can defy the orders of us three old men? If you wish to sleep here forever, we don't mind putting in a little more effort," said the elder in the middle.

"Why waste words with them?" As the elder on the right spoke, he had already unleashed his martial soul. The other two elders quickly followed suit.

All three elders were covered in a layer of gray scales, even across their cheeks. The black staves in their hands glowed gray, while the gems at their tips turned blood-red. Eight soul rings emerged around each of them.

"A Rank Eight Soul Tool!" A dark-skinned, bald young man in the Moonflower Sect's group cried out.

Hearing his cry, one of the elders glanced at him and chuckled. "Didn't expect your sect to have someone who knows his stuff."

The middle-aged man in the group immediately grasped the hand of the woman with eight soul rings beside him. Looking at the three elders, he said in a deep voice, "Three seniors, we can help, but after this is done, will you truly let us leave?"

The three elders exchanged glances. One of them said gently, "How about this? The three of us