Boom!
A powerful aura unique to the Star Refining Realm erupted, causing white clouds to scatter and astral winds to blow.
Cang Jin, who was standing beside Wang Yan, was blown away by this powerful aura, but there was nothing he could do.
After all, one was his master, and the other was his boss. He could not even speak.
"Soul Suppressor!"
With a shout, under thousands of shocked gazes, Zhou Ao's fist stopped at the tip of Wang Yan's nose!
"Where is Lin?"
Facing Wang Yan's question, Zhou Ao could only stare back fiercely. There was nothing else he could do.
On the other hand, the thousands of disciples gathered here were in an uproar again. This time, they saw with their own eyes how Wang Yan crushed Zhou Ao.
With a light shout, the famous and hot-tempered Eighth Elder Zhou Ao froze like a marionette.
"As expected of a Soul Martial Dual Cultivator, this kind of strength is really terrifying!"
"Zhuo Long died in the hands of Wang Yan, it can be considered … a worthy death!"
"Did you see that?
I told you that Senior Brother Wang had the strength to crush Eighth Elder, but you didn't believe me … "
At this time, Cang Jin finally arrived. "Boss, Lin is below."
Hearing this, Wang Yan quickly looked in the direction of the voice and was shocked.
Zhou Ao's residence in the inner sect had been completely destroyed. Broken walls could be seen everywhere, and a large amount of dust floated into the air.
Among the dust, there was a dark red figure faintly discernible. Wherever it went, everything was destroyed.
At the same time, a faint roar that sounded like the roar of a wild beast rang out.
"Eighth Elder, I'm sorry."
Nodding apologetically, Wang Yan flew down and removed the shackles on Zhou Ao's Divine Soul at the same time.
When Wang Yan arrived, everyone gave way and looked at him with awe and worship.
With a sweep of his Divine Soul, Wang Yan turned into a stream of light and disappeared into the dust.
A moment later, the dark red figure appeared in front of him.
"Lin!"
With a shout, Wang Yan stepped forward, ready to lend a helping hand.
But right at this moment, Lin charged directly at Wang Yan with bloodshot eyes that flickered with madness.
"Lin, it's me!"
Wang Yan's shout did not have the slightest effect. Lin seemed to have lost his mind as he charged at him in an extremely barbaric manner!
In the blink of an eye, Wang Yan hesitated for a moment, but in the end, he still extended his hand.
A stream of condensed astral power gushed out of his palm and hit Lin's body, but it was not aggressive at all.
Lin roared again and charged at Wang Yan at an even faster speed.
However, his body suddenly stiffened, and no matter how hard he tried, he could not move an inch forward.
"Silence!"
Wang Yan's cold shout was mixed with torrential soul power.
Instantly, Lin's body convulsed and collapsed on the ground, unable to move.
"This is … the shackles of the Ancient Beast Body?"
Wang Yan frowned as he looked at Lin, who had lost most of his dark red scales and was covered in blood.
The shackles of Cang Jin's Emperor Ba Body had been completely broken by the Nine Transformation Soul Tempering Liquid and the Nirvana Pill.
However, Wang Yan still had no idea how to solve the shackles of Lin's Ancient Beast Body.
"Although it's not the real Ancient Beast Body, it's not easy to break the shackles."
Xiao Long's voice suddenly echoed in Wang Yan's mind. He immediately separated a wisp of his soul to enter the Sky-Dissolving Divine Ring.
"Tell me, what's your condition?"
With a flash of red light, Xiao Long appeared in front of Wang Yan.
Although his body was still illusory, his young face was filled with a mature expression.
"Not bad, kid. You even know this?"
Wang Yan raised his eyebrows and said impatiently, "You definitely won't show kindness at a time like this for no reason."
"Tell me, what do you need me to do?
Tell me how to break the shackles of the Ancient Beast Body? "
Xiao Long smiled slyly. "Simple. Since you've said so much, wouldn't Master Long lose face if he doesn't talk about some conditions?"
"That day, Master Long accidentally sensed that there was an Infernal Soul Grass ten thousand miles southwest of your sect."
"If you can get this item, Master Long will definitely tell you how to break the shackles of the Ancient Beast Body."
Hearing this, Wang Yan subconsciously murmured, "Infernal Soul Grass … What is this?"
"Stinking brat, this isn't something. It's a rare spiritual item."
"Forget it. You won't understand even if I tell you. As long as you get this item for Master Long, everything will be fine."
With that, Xiao Long looked deeply at Wang Yan and disappeared once again.
After a moment of silence, Wang Yan withdrew from the Heaven Dissolving Divine Ring. Looking at Lin, who had collapsed at his feet, his brows furrowed even deeper.
Suddenly, his eyes widened and his handsome face showed a trace of shock.
Ten thousand miles southwest of Sun Sect, wasn't that where the number one sect, Star Sect, was located?
"Look, this kid turned this old man's hundred-year-old residence into this!"
"Tell me, what should we do?"
The sound of wind breaking rang out, followed by Zhou Ao's angry shout.
Wang Yan raised his eyebrows. "What is an Infernal Soul Grass?"
In an instant, Zhou Ao's anger turned into shock. "How did you know about the Infernal Soul Grass?"
"Eighth Elder, I seem to be the one who asked you first."
Hearing this, Zhou Ao glared at Wang Yan and lowered his voice. "The Infernal Soul Grass is one of the prizes for the first place of this Martial Competition."
"Apart from that, there is also a Supreme Grade Spirit Weapon and an Earth Grade Martial Technique."
Hearing this, Wang Yan finally realized how powerful Xiao Long was.
After being injured and sleeping for who knows how many years, he inadvertently sensed that his Divine Soul could cover ten thousand miles, and his perception was so clear.
At the same time, Wang Yan also knew that he had to get first place in this Martial Competition.
Otherwise, Lin, who had the Desolate Ancient Beast Body, would suffer a fate worse than death every time he broke through.
"The Martial Competition jointly organized by the Nine Sects can give out such a generous prize?"
Wang Yan could not help but wonder. After all, the Nine Sects were ranked below the Three Halls.
Earth Grade Martial Techniques were the treasures of every sect. Why would they give them out as a prize?
Moreover, there was a Supreme Grade Spirit Weapon and the Infernal Soul Grass that even an old monster like Xiao Long, who had lived for thousands of years, coveted.
"Brat, how do you know about the Infernal Soul Grass?"
Facing Zhou Ao's question, Wang Yan shook his head. "Eighth Elder, you haven't answered my previous question."
After a slight pause, Zhou Ao stretched out a finger and carefully pointed to the sky. "The prizes of the Martial Competition are not given out by the Nine Sects, but by the higher-ups."
"The higher-ups?
What do you mean? "
"The Three Halls!"
In an instant, Wang Yan was stunned and then nodded silently.
If it was the Jinling Dynasty, then this reward would be like a drop in the bucket.
"You brought this brat back, and now you destroyed my century-old residence."
"Brat Yan, shouldn't you at least show some gratitude?"
Looking at Zhou Ao, who was sullen but had a cunning look, Wang Yan shrugged and flicked his finger. "This should be enough as compensation, right?"
Zhou Ao caught the light and opened his palm. His old face suddenly bloomed like a chrysanthemum.