Li Tianhua

Great Tang, Blazing Flame Territory, Fire God Hall.

Yang Chen and Beigong Qing were sorting through the spoils amid the sea of flames that had already become ruins.

It had to be said, it was still a superpower of the Great Tang—there truly were quite a few treasures. Between the seventh-turn Gods and Devils cultivation techniques and martial skills, there were several books, and there was even one eighth-turn Gods and Devils cultivation technique and one eighth-turn Gods and Devils martial skill.

However, Yang Chen no longer thought much of such things.

Suddenly, a deep voice rang out.

"Young friend, could you let me out? I will surely repay you handsomely!"

Yang Chen looked toward the source of the voice. It was none other than the man who had previously been imprisoned in the deepest part of the Fire God Hall's prison.

At this moment, that man was no longer so arrogant. Instead, he had become incomparably low-key. Clearly, the combat strength Yang Chen had displayed earlier had made him no longer dare to be so unbridled.

The corners of Yang Chen's mouth curled up slightly as he slowly headed deeper into the prison.

In the dim corridor, cell after cell stood in utter silence. Even the fiercest people all appeared quiet and docile beneath that figure in white.

They did not even dare make the slightest sound.

What a joke. This was someone capable of killing even a ninth-turn peak expert. Even if all of them joined forces, they could not possibly be a match for this young man.

Gradually, Yang Chen finally reached the depths of the prison.

At the very deepest point was an enormous chamber. The light there seemed to be blocked by some force, unable to enter.

Vaguely, all he could see was a ragged