One After Another

The fear in his heart transformed into boundless killing intent, and Han Feng's face was already twisted and distorted.

"Little one, I'll hold this traitor back for a bit, you find a chance to leave immediately!"

Old Yao secretly transmitted his voice to Xiao Yan.

He knew very well that in his current state, he wouldn't necessarily lose to Han Feng, who was at the Peak Dou Emperor level, but with Xiao Yan as a burden, things were not so sure.

After all, Xiao Yan is only Da Dou Shi at the moment, and he has not absorbed Heavenly Flames. His cultivation technique is only at the Yellow Tier. Without the support of his own soul power, his combat power is really limited.

"Teacher...!" Xiao Yan's eyes instantly turned red.

"Little one, it's alright. This traitor can't stop me! Don't worry, I'll come find you after I've dealt with him. You should find a safe place to hide first."

The Old Yao is right. Han Feng alone definitely can't do anything to the Old Yao. After all, if he unleashes his power without restraint, he can even fight against a Dou Zong expert.

However, Old Yao was most worried about was that this rebellious disciple might collude with some disgusting individuals...

Xiao Yan was unaware of all this. After hearing what Old Yao said, he knew that he couldn't help at all. He nodded and turned to rush into the mountains.

Seeing all this, Han Feng sneered, "Trying to leave? Didn't I tell you, none of you are leaving today!"

A layer of blue gas, resembling rippling water, emanated from his body and transformed into a raging flame. Under Han Feng's control, it instantly shot out as a blue Fire Python, chasing after Xiao Yan.

Just as the Fire Python was about to catch up with Xiao Yan, a white streak suddenly descended from the sky, shattering the Fire Python.

Old Yao stepped forward, blocking Xiao Yan's path. His gaze was icy as he looked at Han Feng and said coldly, "You traitorous disciple who killed his master, today, I will personally cleanse your sect!"

Han Feng let out a wild laugh, looking up at the aged soul opposite him, a chilling smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

"Hey! Old man, do you think I'd reappear before you without being fully prepared?"

The Old Yao frowned slightly, and his heart sank.

"Protector Wu, Yao Chen's soul is right here, why aren't you making a move!"

Han Feng's cold shout made Old Yao's heart sink to the bottom.

Sure enough, this beast has colluded with those rats from the Soul Hall...

As Han Feng's voice fell, a massive cloud of black mist suddenly surged out from the forest below.

Then these black mists quickly condensed in the sky, eventually transforming into a deep, dark cloud of mist about ten feet wide...

"Hehe, Yao Chen, you didn't expect this, did you? You managed to escape back then, but in the end you still couldn't escape the clutches of my Soul Hall... If I Protector you today, the Palace Master will be very pleased."

"A bunch of rat-like monsters! You helped that beast Han Feng attack me back then. Today, we'll settle that debt properly!"

The Old Yao apothecary stared coldly at the black mist known as the Protector Wu, his voice filled with anger and killing intent.

"Heh heh, if you possessed a physical body, this Protector would say nothing and run away! Too bad, you don't have that strength now! As for a soul, heh heh, my Soul Hall has plenty of ways to deal with you..."

The black mist contracted and fluctuated, and finally, under the watchful eye of the Old Yao, it slowly condensed into a figure shrouded in deep black smoke, with a pair of slightly crimson eyes peeking out from the deep darkness.

Even the weakest of the Soul Hall Protector is a Dou Zong level expert. Such strength is still very difficult for Old Yao in his current state, not to mention that traitorous disciple beside him...

In an instant, the Old Yao had a bad feeling.

Perhaps, today's hurdle is really going to be difficult to overcome!

The appearance of the Protector Wu was not solely for the sake of a mere Yao Chen.

According to Han Feng's previous investigation, Xiao Yan was from the Xiao Clan of Wutan City...

This news might not be a big deal to Han Feng, but it's a different story for the Soul Hall, which knows the true identity of the Xiao Clan!

"Han Feng, as agreed, I'll hold off this old bastard while you go and personally bring back that escaped kid. Remember, I want him alive!"

Han Feng frowned, feeling somewhat annoyed. Although he didn't know why this guy cared so much about such a young boy, he reluctantly nodded in agreement.

What happened today must not be spread, so even if the other party doesn't say anything, he won't let Xiao Yan escape like this.

He's just a Da Dou Shi, why does he need to take action personally?

With a flick of his sleeve, Han Feng vanished from his spot, reappearing in the jungle below.

"You traitor, don't you dare run away!"

The Old Yao was startled and quickly tried to stop him. A pale white flame surged in his hand, and then he shot straight towards Han Feng.

However, how could Protector Wu, who was opposite him, easily let him succeed?

The Protector Wu let out a strange laugh, then with a flick of his hand, a jet-black chain extended from his palm with a rattling sound. With a shake of his arm, the chain instantly ripped through the sky, turning into a black line that stabbed violently towards Old Yao.

This Soul Locking Chain is a secret technique unique to the Soul Hall. It is extremely harmful to souls. If a soul is hit by this thing, ninety percent of souls will be helpless to escape!

Fortunately, Old Yao was not an ordinary soul.

The reason he was able to exist for so long, and even escape from the Soul Hall, was not only because he possessed Heavenly Realm Soul, but also because he was protected by the Bone Spirit Cold Flame ...

With the Bone Spirit Cold Flame as his soul's support, he was not entirely powerless even when facing the powerful hunters of the Soul Hall.

Looking at the pitch-black chain that resembled a venomous snake, the Bone White Flame in Old Yao's palm surged up and down, then suddenly transformed into a rocket that shot out and finally collided fiercely with the black chain.

"Bang!"

The two collided, producing a deep sound, but without a violent explosion of energy. Only a ring of dark, slightly white ripples of energy silently spread out...

The powerful energy spread everywhere, even causing the space itself to tremble slightly!

Having retreated several hundred meters away, Mo Tang stood on a tree branch, gazing into the distance at the great battle raging in the sky. The distance between the two sides was now beyond the range of his Minimap, so he was no longer entirely clear about the situation on the battlefield.

Moreover, Mo Tang didn't expect that Han Feng would actually invite people from the Soul Hall. It seems that this guy's fear of Old Yao has reached an extreme level.

"This is getting a bit tricky..."

Mo Tang originally intended for Han Feng and Old Yao, the master and disciple, to fight to the death, but now it has become a two-against-one siege, with one of them being Protector from the Soul Hall. Old Yao's side is now at a significant disadvantage.

"Do you expect me to secretly help them out?"