A brilliant, intense light suddenly vanished, accompanied by Xuan's startled and furious roar. "Xiao Yan! Return the Feng Hun Benshen Protector at once! If you don't, I'll make sure you die without a burial place!" "Xiao Yan, the凶魂 has been temporarily sealed by me, but my stored spiritual energy is now completely depleted. This single expenditure has been immense—soon I shall fall into deep sleep. You must remember to restore and nourish my spirit within ten days. Otherwise, my spirit may completely dissipate. At that point, the sealed凶魂 might awaken once again." As Xiao Yan was astonished, the voice of Tian Huo Zunzhe suddenly resonated within his mind. This time, the voice carried a distinct sense of frailty—clearly, though the凶魂 had been captured, the cost to him had been substantial. "It's not necessary for you to fully restore my soul within ten days. Simply summon me from my dormant state with something that nourishes the soul will suffice." The Tianhuo Sovereign's voice came immediately, and it was noticeably urgent—clearly, his time was indeed running out. Hearing this, Xiao Yan finally exhaled in relief. Finding something to nourish the soul wasn't difficult at all, and within ten days, it should be achievable. "Master Yao, please rest assured. Within ten days, I will surely awaken you from your slumber," Xiao Yan said seriously. Though he couldn't trust the Tianhuo Sovereign as completely as he did Yao the Elder, having him by his side proved to be a significant advantage. These seasoned, wise old immortals brought invaluable experience and guidance—both in terms of their wisdom and their cultivation expertise. "Heh, with your words, I'm at ease now. Thank you. This matter is of utmost importance..." Hearing Xiao Yan's response, Tianhuo Master finally relaxed. Though they had only recently met, his sharp insight into Xiao Yan's character allowed him to place full trust in him at this critical moment—though this trust was partly driven by circumstances, it was also rooted in genuine confidence. As Tianhuo Master's voice grew weaker, it finally faded completely upon the last syllable. Xiao Yan could faintly sense the soul within the white soul-ring on his finger gradually dimming. Tightening his fist, Xiao Yan exhaled gently, drawing his hand with the ring into his sleeve and slowly lifting his gaze to meet the now frenzied Xuan Fuzheng. Tianhuo Master's intervention had dealt a near-fatal blow—not only had he captured Xiao Yan's spirit essence, but his own soul had also sustained severe damage. Even if Xiao Yan survived, his power would likely plummet to the level of a Battle Emperor. For Xuan Fuzheng, this was nearly as devastating as death itself. A faint, trembling shadow stood firm in the sky, gazing fiercely at Xiao Yan with venom in his eyes. He exhaled heavily, his face occasionally flushing with pain as sharp stings radiated through his soul, nearly driving him to madness with the extent of his losses. "Return the Fierce Soul to me," he roared, pressing his palms against his forehead. "By the strength of my soul, I swear to turn around immediately—right now. Even more, if you wish, I can personally dispatch Han Feng!" Xuan Hufa's eyes darkened, and he bellowed angrily at Han Feng. In his view, if it weren't for Han Feng's numerous reasons drawing him here, he would never have come to Black Angle Domain and gotten involved in this mess. Now, not only had he failed to reap any benefits, but he had also incurred a great deal of trouble—whether or not he would even make it out alive remained uncertain. With such fury in his heart, he found himself also blaming Han Feng. Despite Xuan Hufa's intense gaze, Xiao Yan remained as calm and composed as ever. He glanced at Han Feng and said with a half-smiling, half-teasing tone, "If you truly manage to kill Han Feng, perhaps I'll consider it..." "Return my fang魂 to me, and I'll strike!" Hearing that Xiao Yan seemed to be softening, Xuan Hufa no longer hesitated, rushing forward. Yet, he failed to notice that the steadily intensifying gaze from behind—once cool and now charged with growing fury—was growing ever more lethal. With a serene smile fixed upon his face, Xiao Yan's mockery in his eyes deepened. Feeling the weight of Xiao Yan's mocking gaze, Xuan Hufa finally realized—he had been outmaneuvered. His breath grew increasingly labored, and the venom in his eyes intensified. Moments later, a sudden, wild roar burst forth from his lips: "Ten-Soul Envoy! Kill him!" Heared the roar of Xuan Huafu, the ten black silhouettes on the mountain wall instantly surged forth with decisive momentum. Amidst a series of rustling sounds, ten massive black chains, like venomous serpents, tore through the air and shot toward the vital points of Xiao Yan. One after another, waves of cold, black mist surged forth from the bodies of the shadow figures, desperately attempting to stall the spread of the flame. Yet the spiritual emissaries' strength clearly fell short of Xuan's, so despite their frantic efforts, they could not extinguish that strange flame line. Ultimately, they were forced to hastily discard their chains. As soon as the chains were released from their grasp, Xiao Yan sneered and clenched his palm—ten flaming hands instantly transformed into roaring flames, tightly wrapping and encircling the chains. For a moment, the once-black chains became a straight, blazing ribbon of fire. Under Xiao Yan's command, the flame chains moved like ten exceptionally long spears. With a simple flick of his fingers, they surged forward as a brilliant beam of fire, shooting out along the original path! Ssssh! Ssssh! Ssssh! The flame chain moved with extraordinary speed; in the blink of an eye, it sliced through the sky and materialized before the ten spirit summoners, who instantly recoiled in shock. Yet their speed paled in comparison to that of the flame chain. As soon as they began to retreat, the swiftly accelerating flame chain surged forth and, then—like a sharp sword, it pierced straight through their chests, cleanly and devastatingly. As the flame chains pierced through, the ten figures instantly stiffened, and the chains themselves gradually softened before finally crashing to the ground, their emerald flames swiftly detaching and returning into Xiao Yan's body—visible to all. In mere moments, ten soul summoners of King-tier strength had fallen at Xiao Yan's hands. Such a scene left many spectators on the plaza swallowing their breath in quiet awe; even a combined effort of ten King-tier summoners could typically hold their own against a King-level powerhouse, yet here they were utterly overwhelmed by Xiao Yan. On Xiao Yan's face, a fierce arc of rage formed, and then he suddenly launched a powerful palm strike—green flames erupted from his palm like volcanic eruptions! Xiao Yan's swift assault caused a significant shock to Xuan, the protector, who swiftly retreated. However, despite his quick movements, his strength had greatly diminished due to his severe injuries, so even as he dodged, a wave of flames pursued him, scorching him with intense heat and forcing out a piercing, desperate cry. The black mist enveloping his body rapidly thinned under the flames' assault. Only after Xuan retreated a hundred meters did the flames finally subside. At that moment, Xuan was in a state of utter disarray. Gasping heavily, he halted, and the intensity of his gaze toward Xiao Yan could no longer be described as merely hostile. As he stormed into fury, a figure suddenly appeared beside him. With a quick glance, he roared, "Han Feng, join me—let's strike together and eliminate this young—!" A sharp sound followed. Before轩护法's words had fully settled, he suddenly went rigid, slowly lowering his head to find a hand, enveloped in ki, piercing through his chest. "Right now, even if you survive, you'll be nothing but a useless relic. Fortunately, those spirit emissaries have already been eliminated by Xiao Yan—no one will report to the Spirit Palace. So, surrender your soul to me. I'll take care of your grudge... I'll make sure it's avenged." Han Feng gently withdrew his hand, watching the anger in轩护法's eyes fade swiftly, a cold, cruel smile spreading across his face as he murmured softly.