Freedom

An Chen and Dongxi ran toward the source of the noise and soon caught sight of the office.

Guan Yue and Modili, who had been at ease just moments ago, were now locked in an even battle with Adrian.

Compared to before, Adrian now had a painting scroll as tall as two people beside him.

Halos floated around the painting scroll.

The halos were seven-colored, arranged from small to large from the inside out. Upon closer inspection, one would find that these eight halos were likely Soul Rings.

Guan Yue, hovering above, was slightly out of breath, while Modili still looked calm and composed.

As An Chen hurried over, he asked Dongxi beside him, "How is your grandfather so powerful? He was trapped for five years, yet he still has strength left."

Dongxi followed behind An Chen and answered, "It's all thanks to a self-created Soul Skill of my grandfather's. You know that his carving knife can carve any ordinary object in the world, including the Soul Power that dissipates after he uses a Soul Skill."

Dongxi pointed at the specks of starlight beside Modili and said, "Those are the Soul Points he carved and preserved. When his own Soul Power is insufficient, he can use them to replenish his consumption."

It could be used like that? Wasn't that ridiculously unfair?

An Chen found it hard to believe and could not help saying, "That works too? Your grandfather really is a genius."

Just then, Dongxi was about to say something when Adrian glanced in their direction from midair.

The next second, Dongxi suffered a mental attack and collapsed unconscious on the spot.

An Chen's spiritual power far exceeded Dongxi's, and he had some mental resistance as well. His head only hurt slightly before he recovered.

Once he came to his