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Aotian's right fist suddenly struck out like a sea dragon, carrying an overwhelming momentum as it slammed against the formless Soul Power.
"Boom!"
A dull collision sound echoed, and immediately, Aotian's face turned pale, his eyes flashing with astonishment.
This Soul Power was able to break through all the defenses he had set up and even caused him harm! This offensive force could probably not be unleashed even by a martial artist at the Innate Nine Levels. No wonder those reckless martial artists who charged into the hall ended up in such dire straits.
However, Aotian was not comparable to those ordinary martial artists. Although this Soul Power had breached Aotian's defenses, the force that struck him was significantly weakened. Coupled with the defense of the Nine Transformations of the Divine Dragon Body, Aotian only suffered some minor shock injuries.
After the assault of the Soul Power passed, Aotian did not dare to delay. He pushed off the ground with his right foot, and his entire being seemed to transform into a bolt of lightning as he disappeared into the Great Hall Entrance.
Outside, a commotion erupted:
"That kid is just an Innate Triple martial artist; how could he possibly enter the main hall?"
"Yeah, could it be that the mysterious attack from within the door has vanished?"
"It seems so; otherwise, I really don't understand how a mere Innate Triple martial artist could enter the main hall!"
Xiao Ya exchanged smiles with the Xiao Brothers. They understood that although Aotian was only an Innate Triple martial artist, his strength was far beyond that of an ordinary Innate Martial Artist.
"Shall we go in too?" Xiao Ya asked the Xiao Brothers.
"Haha, sure!"
With that, Xiao Ya and the Xiao Brothers transformed into four beams of light and shot into the Great Hall Entrance.
Among them, Xiao Ya possessed Innate Peak cultivation. Although it might be unrealistic for someone at Innate Peak to directly confront that Soul Power, it should be no problem to withstand its attack and enter the main hall.
While the Xiao Brothers were only at Innate Eightfold cultivation, their combined strength was not inferior to Xiao Ya's. Therefore, they should have no major issues entering the main hall as well.
Indeed, when the four entered, they encountered some minor troubles, but ultimately, they managed to push through with their formidable strength.
Watching the disappearing figures of Xiao Ya and the others, the crowd could no longer wait. Suddenly, a series of sounds pierced through the air again. Just as they were about to step through the grand entrance, one by one, they fell to the ground, as if lifeless corpses.
At that moment, everyone hurriedly retreated, gazing at the Great Hall Entrance with eyes filled with reluctance and fear.
After Xiao Ya and the others entered the main hall, three more figures penetrated inside, and thereafter, no one dared to easily step into that "land of death"…
When Aotian crossed into the Great Hall Entrance, he immediately sensed a drastic change in his surroundings.
It was a vast hall, entirely presented in shades of blue. Above the hall was a throne, upon which sat a figure firmly.
The figure on the throne was an aged elder; however, at this moment, he exuded no aura, and his eyes were lifeless, resembling a corpse that had yet to decay.
"Is that the Soul Elder...?" Aotian's gaze sharpened as he looked at the figure on the throne.
"Haha, truly you walk into heaven when there's a path but refuse to take it; you come knocking on hell's door without invitation! Aotian, this time, I will kill you!"
At that moment, Qiu Mingjie shouted fiercely. Immediately, a terrifying Mystical Energy gathered in Qiu Mingjie's palm and struck fiercely towards Aotian.
The wind from his palm sliced through the air as Mystical Energy surged relentlessly.
Aotian did not dare to be careless; just as he was about to make a move, a cold voice resonated:
"Qiu Mingjie, I want to see how you intend to harm someone right under my nose?!"
As he spoke, an icy Mystical Energy violently collided with Qiu Mingjie's attack directed at Aotian.
"Bang!"
Suddenly, the two collided! Qiu Mingjie's Mystical Energy was instantly shattered, and a wave of icy coldness rushed directly towards Qiu Mingjie.
In an instant, Qiu Mingjie staggered back several steps, a layer of light ice flakes covering his clothes.
"Your strength..." Qiu Mingjie looked at Snow Qincheng standing in front of Aotian, his face filled with disbelief.
During the competition for the Ice Lotus Pill, Snow Qincheng's strength was only on par with his own. However, not long after that, he found himself unable to match her. This made Qiu Mingjie's face alternate between shades of green and red.
"Haha, Qiu Mingjie, it seems you are outmatched! You can't even handle a woman!" Feng Moyang mocked Qiu Mingjie, but when he looked at Snow Qincheng, there was also a hint of fear in his eyes.
Feng Moyang was very clear about Qiu Mingjie's strength. However, seeing Qiu Mingjie suffer at the hands of Snow Qincheng made it impossible for Feng Moyang not to feel apprehensive.
"Hmph, Qiu Mingjie, Feng Moyang, last time you forced me to flee in embarrassment; today you will pay the price!"
Snow Qincheng shouted coldly, and then a pillar of Mystical Energy containing overwhelming coldness shot up into the sky, killing intent permeating the hall.
The expressions of Qiu Mingjie and Feng Moyang turned extremely grim. It wasn't that they feared Snow Qincheng; rather, her current strength was indeed vastly superior to before. If they were to engage her again, it could very likely result in both sides suffering heavy losses. At that point, the Treasure within this main hall would be completely out of reach for them.
"Kekeke, it seems you need some help..." Suddenly, the figure in black robes, who had been silent until now, spoke up.
Everyone in the hall paused slightly, unsure of who the black-robed figure was addressing.
"Two gentlemen, if I assist you in dealing with that woman, I hope you can hand over that kid named Aotian to me." The voice of the black-robed figure came again. Upon hearing this, both Aotian and Snow Qincheng's expressions changed slightly.
"Haha, rest assured! If we can capture that woman, you can do whatever you want with that kid!" Feng Moyang readily agreed.
In Feng Moyang's eyes, Aotian held no value; his target was Snow Qincheng. Therefore, upon hearing the black-robed figure's words, Feng Moyang immediately agreed.
Qiu Mingjie appeared somewhat hesitant. His primary target was still Aotian; if the black-robed figure captured Aotian not to kill him but for some other purpose, it would undoubtedly be like letting a tiger return to the mountain—leading to endless troubles. However, the black-robed figure exuded an aura that felt both dangerous and familiar to Qiu Mingjie. This made him reluctant to outright refuse the black-robed figure's offer and thus appeared somewhat indecisive.
"What's wrong? It seems that this Captain Qiu is somewhat unwilling?" said the hoarse voice of the man in black robes.
Qiu Mingjie slowly replied:
"Aotian killed my son, and I must kill him! If you have captured Aotian to kill him, then I can agree to your request. But if it is not to kill him, then I cannot comply!"
The atmosphere in the hall fell silent for a moment, and the man in black robes said:
"Rest assured, Aotian is as good as dead in my hands!"
Upon hearing the words of the man in black, Aotian's face instantly turned extremely ugly.
"Haha, Aotian, your doom has arrived!" shouted Shangguan Jin, who was standing next to Feng Moyang.
"I want to see who dares to touch even a hair on Aotian today?!"
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