Chapter 458: Saving White-Robed General, Daoist Shas Extreme Rage

Chapter 458: Saving White-Robed General, Daoist Sha's Extreme Rage

"Tsk tsk, this man is the famed White-Robed General, one of the almighty Ancient Battlefield's Three Kings Yet now, he is imprisoned here like a hound."

Outside the prison, a tormented soul mocked him. He was even toying with a mask in his hands — a mask that belonged to the White-Robed General.

However, it was now fiddling in the hands of a tormented soul.

Inside the prison, the White-Robed General remained silent. His long black hair fell over his shoulders and covered half of his face, making it hard to make out his true looks.

His energy was extremely weak as the innate ferocious qi within his body was constantly drained out. This process was not torturous, but it felt like an eternity. Sooner or later, his consciousness would be slowly sapped too.

It was just like a human who was sucked dry of his or her blood.

These innate ferocious qi were like his blood.

The White-Robed General was half-human and half-tormented-soul. Hence, to extract innate ferocious qi from his body was by no means an easy thing to accomplish.

If it were any usual tormented soul, the ferocious qi inside them could be obtained by killing them, but things were different for him. The innate ferocious qi had already fused with his flesh as one, so killing him would not yield his innate ferocious qi at all.

One could only use this blood-sucking-like method to draw out the innate ferocious qi inside him.

"Heh, judging by his look, I reckon he won't last much longer. The great Daoist Sha is truly marvelous. Props to him for figuring out such a way to suck out his innate ferocious qi." One of the tormented souls chuckled and said.

"Hey, some of the adventurers that I've killed in the past mentioned you. They said that you're an army general from ancient times. It must feel really good to have commanded a million-strength army. Why don't you tell us some of your glorious tales?"

A tormented soul asked mockingly.

Despite these tormented souls poking fun at him, the White-Robed General did not respond to them. Instead, he remained half-knelt on the floor like a sculpture.

The tormented souls were already accustomed to this. Many days have passed since he was captured here, and all this while he had been silent.

They were teasing their prisoner because they were bored. It felt especially fun for them when their target was the famed and prestigious White-Robed General of the Ancient Battlefield.

Some people feel an inexplicable excitement to see a prestigious character fall from the height of their fame. It was especially convenient when they could humiliate their target whenever they pleased and not worry about him seeking vengeance on them.

Even for tormented souls, such an intolerable behavior was still hard to get rid of.

Creak...

Just then, the chains started to make some sounds.

The White-Robed General suddenly lifted his head and stared out of the dungeon. Under his black hair, there was suddenly a bizarre look in his eyes.

"Eh, he's moving today."

The tormented souls glanced into the prison at the White-Robed General in amazement.

Suddenly, footsteps were heard.

Two figures were slowly walking into the dungeon, and with these two's arrival, the dark prison was suddenly plunged into pin-drop silence.

All the tormented souls stared at the two people, dumbfounded.

After all, this was the dungeon of the Blood Fury Palace, which belonged to one of the Ancient Battlefield's Three Kings, the Blood Fury Sage Ruler.

How the heck did these two make it down there?!

"Ah, this darkness is really uncomfortable."

Chu Kuangren snapped his finger once.

Several flame runes gathered and lit up the whole place.

"Who are you?!"

"Say it. How did you get down here?!"

The tormented souls all around the place quickly became vigilant.

However, Chu Kuangren did not pay them any heed at all. He lifted his arm and produced several dozens of runic swords. In less than a minute, these dozen or more tormented souls were massacred until none of them was left.

"Senior, you look pretty desolate."

Chu Kuangren walked to the front of the prison and left a snarky remark.

The White-Robed General smiled when he heard that. "I must say, I never thought you'd find this place so quickly. It seems that in the past few years, your growth has far exceeded my expectations. Right, where's Blood Fury Sage Ruler?"

"Oh, he's dead."

Chu Kuangren said nonchalantly before he broke the prison open with his bare hands. He snapped loose the few chains that were restraining the White-Robed General.

Then, he looked toward the iron spikes on his back and exclaimed, "There shouldn't be an issue if I just pluck these thingies out directly, right?"

"No problem."

Chu Kuangren immediately used his mind power to pull out those iron spikes. Those spikes that were hinged onto his backbone earlier were dislodged just like that, making the White-Robed General wince and his lips twitch.

"You can still feel pain, Senior?"

"I may be a half-dead being, but I'm not completely dead yet."

"Alright, then."

It did not matter to Chu Kuangren anyway, and he kept that bottle which was filled to the brim with innate ferocious qi directly into his Yin and Yang Ring.

The White-Robed General stepped out of the prison feebly, picking up his mask from the ground and then put it back on.

Meanwhile, Chu Kuangren had finally taken a good look at his face. His appearance was quite gentle and elegant, nothing like a great general who conquered many barren dunes.

"Let's go."

Chu Kuangren nudged and brought him out of the dungeon.

Just a few moments after they left the place.

A large group of people returned to the place.

Among this group of people was one of the Ancient Battlefield's Three Kings, Giant Tormented Sage Ruler.

The person that was leading the group was a teen in black armor. There was a delighted expression on his ferocious qi-filled face.

"We've finally collected enough innate ferocious qi. With this, I can now improve my Innate Ferocious Foundation to its maximum level. Once I've ascended into a Sage, my foundation level would be at least fifth-tier and above. I would be the Innate Ferocious Sage who's most skillful in battle!" the black-armored teen, Daoist Sha, muttered.

"Hang on. Something's not right."

Suddenly, Giant Tormented Sage Ruler noted something amiss.

There were always numerous tormented souls here patrolling, but today, this place seemed unusually quiet. "Where is everyone? Besides, why isn't Blood Fury Sage Ruler out here to greet us yet? Quick, let's go inside and have a look."

Giant Tormented Sage Ruler hurried everyone into the palace.

Along their way, they did not come across a single tormented soul, and every corner of the palace was covered with traces of battle. An intense brawl had clearly happened here earlier.

Who was here?

Who had the capability of resisting the Blood Fury Sage Ruler to this extent?!

"Oh no!"

Something seemed to have crossed the black-armored teen's mind at that moment. With an abrupt change in expression, he rushed into a deeper part of the palace. He came to the place where he had set up the altar only to find the place empty.

His face looked incensed, and his breathing pacified. He was so furious that his eyeballs almost popped out and he nearly coughed blood. "Find it!! Find me my Innate Ferocious Altar!!"

Giant Tormented Sage Ruler and the rest of the crew hurried towards there.

"It's not just the Innate Ferocious Altar. The White-Robed General has disappeared too. I don't see Blood Fury Sage Ruler anywhere, so I think chances are slim that he's still alive. As far as I know, none of the tormented souls in the Ancient Battlefield have such capabilities. Who the hell did this?!" Giant Tormented Sage Ruler questioned furiously.

"I don't care who this person is. Since he has the audacity of touching my Innate Ferocious Altar, I'm going to break his body into a million pieces!!" The black-armored teen declared as he gritted hard on his teeth.

That Innate Ferocious Altar had taken him three years of effort to build. It contained innate ferocious qi that he had painstakingly gathered throughout these three years. It was a key to improving his foundation level and helping him become a Sage!

Yet, someone had now taken it away!

This affected his foundation level and his Sagehood, so he could not bear this!

Three whole years!

Three god d*mn years!

He did not have three more years to prepare anymore. The race to Emperorship had become tighter than ever. If he were to falter one step behind his competitors, he may never see the light of day in this race ever again!

"Now that Xiao Jingchen has become a Sage, I cannot delay my progress any longer. I must hasten my route to becoming a Sage. I can't lose the Innate Ferocious Altar. Send the word out that I want the whole Ancient Battlefield placed on lockdown! Find me my altar!"

"Yes."

With that order out, the entire Ancient Battlefield's tormented souls who had gained their spiritual egos gathered in mass. They concentrated all their efforts on finding where Chu Kuangren and his little gang were.