The other thirty students followed close behind. Each of them released their martial soul, and lights of every color wove together in the hall, forming a spectacular scene.
"Let him go." Su Chen's voice was not loud, but every word was like a hammer, striking heavily against the Void High Priest's heart.
The Void High Priest turned around, his purple pupils fixed on Su Chen. At last, a ripple appeared in those eyes that held no emotion at all—not fear, not surprise, but curiosity.
"Nine-Tailed Silver Fox," the Void High Priest said. "The legendary mutated martial soul, possessing nine attributes at once, one in ten thousand. You're that Strategist from Martyr Academy, Su Chen?"
"I said, let him go." Su Chen repeated it, his voice colder than before.
The Void High Priest smiled. That smile was eerie, like a madman seeing a toy he liked. He loosened his grip, and Chen Hao's body dropped from the air, crashing to the ground with a dull thud. Several students immediately rushed forward and dragged Chen Hao and Lin Xue to safety.
"Interesting," the Void High Priest said. "Thirty-three Soul Master at the Soul Ancestor level, plus a Soul Saint-level Su Chen, plus a Soul Douluo-level Ares, and you dared to break into my base? Are you tired of living?"
"We only came to complete our mission," Su Chen said. "Your men have already been dealt with, and the base's defense system has been destroyed by us. Now only you remain. Surrender. You have no chance."
The Void High Priest threw his head back and laughed. His laughter echoed through the hall, shaking ice crystals loose from the ceiling. He laughed for a long time, until tears streamed out, then abruptly stopped and fixed his purple pupils on Su Chen.
"No chance?" the