Just as Chen Xian's soul power surged and he was about to destroy the herbs, a hand landed on his shoulder, suppressing him so completely that he could not move.
"Stop!" Xiao Yan naturally could not stand by and watch Chen Xian rashly destroy those herbs.
Chen Xian struggled with all his might, but under Xiao Yan's control, he could not move his body in the slightest.
"Who are you?"
"Release the young master!" The two old men immediately directed their soul power at Xiao Yan. They came from the same faction and had worked together often, so they were highly coordinated. Their attacks struck toward Xiao Yan at the same time.
Xiao Yan merely snorted coldly, seeming not to take their attacks seriously at all. Invisible soul power quietly gathered, striking later but arriving first as it shot straight at their brows.
The two old men were both seventh-tier alchemists. With the attacks already upon them, they still managed to react, hurriedly erecting defenses.
Bang! Bang!
Two sounds rang out in succession. The defenses of the two seventh-tier alchemists were as flimsy as paper and were easily shattered by Xiao Yan. Then Xiao Yan's soul power surged in brutally, his condensed soul power churning through their minds like raging waves. The two old men clutched their heads and screamed in agony.
The crowd fell silent as cicadas in winter. They had all clearly seen what had just happened. The two elders of the Profound Underworld Sect had originally intended to attack the suddenly appearing Xiao Yan. Xiao Yan's counterattack had looked utterly ordinary, and no one believed he could withstand the combined assault of the two elders. Yet in the end, Xiao Yan had succeeded in a single strike, instantly robbing the two seventh-tier alchemists of their ability to