As the black-robed figure's thoughts raced, the small valley came into view in the distance.
With his extraordinary "eyesight," he could see a cold corpse lying atop the mountain. Its soul was clutched in the hand of an unfamiliar, youthful-looking Soul Envoy, who was in the middle of sealing it.
"Stop!"
With a furious shout, the black-robed figure shot up to the mountaintop and landed before Chen Cang and Queen Medusa.
"Which protector do you serve under? How dare you run wild on my turf? Who gave you permission to attack Han Feng?"
"Protector Xuan, save..."
The sight of the newcomer filled Han Feng, now reduced to a soul, with joy. He hastily cried out for help.
Before he could finish, however, Chen Cang stuffed him into a jade bottle. A sweep of his palm sealed its mouth with Fallen Heart Flame. His movements were so practiced that anyone could tell he was an old hand at this.
"Didn't you hear what I said?!" Enraged by the young man's complete disregard for him, Protector Xuan spoke again in a low voice, now brimming with murderous intent.
Yet the powerful aura emanating from Queen Medusa gave him pause, keeping him from attacking immediately.
Only after sealing Han Feng did Chen Cang raise his head to look at the newcomer.
"You're a step too late, Protector. The timber has already been made into a boat; there's no undoing it. How about this? Transfer me a thousand soul points, and I'll hand Han Feng's soul over for you to deal with. I went through a thousand hardships to get this soul. Surely I can't be expected to work for nothing."
"A mere Soul Envoy dares speak to me like that? You're courting death!"
Protector Xuan snarled. Two pitch-black chains abruptly shot out from