"Senior Brother!" Dong Santong cried out in alarm and charged forward. Only a few breaths had passed between Li Xiaoya's warning shout and the pitch-black chains binding him. By the time Dong Santong reacted, Li Xiaoya was already trapped.
Although the figure's magic power fluctuations and aura were terrifyingly powerful, seemingly no weaker than the Heavenly Earth Demon Sect's Fourth Elder, Dong Santong could no longer worry about that. "Go!" he roared, jabbing a finger forward. The Moonlight Crescent Saber shot out, flashed white in midair, and split into two, crossing like scissors as they sliced toward the figure holding Li Xiaoya's ankles.
"Brat, you're courting death!" the figure snarled. He abruptly released Li Xiaoya and flashed several yards away, leaving Dong Santong's Moonlight Crescent Saber to cut through empty air.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Three more figures suddenly appeared in the air. Their auras were no weaker than the first cultivator's, and one was exceptionally powerful. The four formed a square around the two disciples, trapping them in the middle.
"Ha!" Li Xiaoya roared. Golden light blazed from his entire body as he struggled with all his might. The pitch-black chains rattled and creaked, pouring out endless gray vapor as they desperately tightened around him.
"Heh heh! Brat, don't waste your strength. My Soul-Locking Chain isn't something you can break free of!" A tall, thin old man dressed entirely in red, his face ashen, gave a strange, rasping laugh.
"You're from the Heavenly Earth Demon Sect?" Li Xiaoya abruptly stopped struggling, inwardly lamenting his predicament. All four were nascent soul late stage Great Cultivators. One was a tall man in magnificent purple robes, with purple hair and a crescent-shaped purple beard that lent him an imposing air. His magic power was unfathomably deep; probing him with divine sense felt just