"In … in the Underground Prison."
The disciple didn't dare to hide anything, he told them the location where Chang Qing and the others were imprisoned. The Shura Temple was in chaos, the air was filled with the stench of stinky farts. In such a chaotic situation, he met Tan Lang, who was accompanied by a terrifying monk. If Tan Lang wanted to kill him, he could do it with just a flick of his finger.
Tan Lang's estimation was correct. The Freezing Hell Jail was destroyed. Even if it could be rebuilt, it wouldn't be completed in such a short time. Furthermore, Chang Qing and the others didn't commit any serious crimes, they wouldn't be imprisoned in a place like the Freezing Hell Jail.
Tyrant and Tyrant didn't waste any time, they flew towards the direction of the Hall of Law. To them, the most important thing to do was to rescue the people and leave this place. Staying in a place that was shrouded in stinky farts was really uncomfortable.
Tan Lang was familiar with the route, he soon arrived at the Hall of Law. The Hall of Law was an important department of the Shura Temple, it was indispensable. The elder in charge of the Hall of Law was a Ninth Grade Combat King, but at this moment, all the Ninth Grade Combat Kings had gone to deal with Da Huang Dog and Jiang Chen. Even the Eighth Grade Combat Kings had left. The strongest guard of the Hall of Law was an old man of Seventh Grade Combat King. There weren't many people in the Hall of Law, it made the Hall of Law seem a little deserted.
However, no one would have thought that someone would break into the Hall of Law during the chaos of the Shura Temple. In fact, no one in the Shura Temple would have thought that Jiang Chen and the others would break into the Shura Temple for Chang Qing and a few other small fries. One should know that breaking into the Shura Temple was the same as seeking death.
As a core disciple of the Shura Temple, Tan Lang had been to the Hall of Law more than once, so he was very familiar with this place. He and Tyrant didn't disturb anyone in the Hall of Law, they quietly walked towards the direction of the dungeon.
The dungeon of the Law Enforcement Hall had almost hollowed out an entire mountain peak. The environment inside was extremely cold and gloomy. Of course, it was still a far cry from the Freezing Hell Jail. Normally, the security of the Law Enforcement Hall would be so tight that it would be impossible for a stranger to approach the dungeon.
But now that the Shura Temple was in a foul atmosphere because of Da Huang Dog, it gave them a great opportunity.
The two of them quickly arrived at the entrance of the dungeon. The door was made of hard rock and was extremely sturdy. Furthermore, there were restrictive seals on the outside, making it difficult to open.
"This is the dungeon. Chang Qing and the others are imprisoned here."
Tan Lang said.
"Step aside."
Tyrant waved his hand at Tan Lang.
Before Tan Lang could react, he saw Tyrant hit the stone door with his palm. A loud bang was heard and the stone door was shattered. Even the restrictive seals were broken. The huge movement shook the entire dungeon.
Tan Lang rolled his eyes. This damned monk was too barbaric. That restriction was very simple, and even if it was broken, it wouldn't take much effort. However, this monk had to use such a violent and direct method to destroy the stone door. Wasn't this clearly showing that he wanted to attract experts?
Fortunately, those Ninth Grade Combat Kings were chasing after Da Huang Dog in the sky. They didn't have the energy to care about the people of the Law Enforcement Hall. Otherwise, it would be difficult for them to save the others.
"Little Chenzi destroyed the Freezing Hell Jail. Let's destroy the dungeon."
Tyrant smirked and strode into the dungeon.
"Who dares to break into the dungeon?"
At this moment, a loud shout suddenly rang out from outside. Then, a figure appeared outside the dungeon like a bolt of lightning. When he saw that the dungeon's door had been destroyed, the person's expression changed drastically. The elder raised his head and saw the two people who were heading into the dungeon. He immediately shouted, "Stop!"
Tyrant and Tan Lang turned their heads. It was a Seventh Grade Combat King. Tyrant's mouth revealed a faint smile. "You go and save the others. Leave this old man to me."
Tyrant waved his hand at Tan Lang. Tan Lang smiled and dashed into the dungeon without turning his head back. Others might not know how powerful Tyrant was, but he knew that Tyrant was a peak Sixth Grade Combat King. Killing an ordinary Seventh Grade Combat King was a piece of cake for him. Even if he encountered an Eighth Grade Combat King, he would be able to handle it. Killing an Eighth Grade Combat King wasn't impossible.
* Clang! *
The elder recognized Tyrant. Tyrant's reputation was similar to Jiang Chen's. His name had spread across the entire Liang Province. He knew that Tyrant wasn't easy to deal with, so he took out his combat weapon. It was an extremely long and narrow sword. The sword shook and tore the void apart, slashing toward Tyrant's head.
"Amitabha."
Facing the powerful attack of the Seventh Grade Combat King, Tyrant fiercely waved his palm. An extremely bright palm print appeared. It wasn't the Fudo Seal, it was just an ordinary seal of Buddhism Sect. To deal with a Seventh Grade Combat King, there was no need to use the Fudo Seal.
* Hong Long … *
The terrifying seal collided with the Seventh Grade Combat King's combat weapon. The combat weapon in the elder's hand was bounced off. His entire palm that held the weapon was shattered. He let out a blood-curdling scream as he was bounced off, lying on the ground, twitching non-stop.
A terrifying Seventh Grade Combat King was beaten half to death by Tyrant's palm. He was like an arrow at the end of its flight, he didn't have any combat strength left. This was just an ordinary palm. If it was the Fudo Seal, this Seventh Grade Combat King would have been killed instantly, there was no chance for him to survive.
"Amitabha."
Tyrant put his palms together, the kasaya on his body was fluttering. He stood outside the entrance of the dungeon, giving off an aura of a man who could hold off ten thousand enemies. With his strength, it was enough to stop any expert below the Eighth Grade Combat King of the Shura Temple.
The dungeon was dark and damp. The environment was terrible, but to a powerful cultivator, it wasn't a problem. At least, it was much better than the Freezing Hell Prison.
At this moment, there were seven to eight people imprisoned in the dungeon. All of them had extremely ugly expressions on their faces. They were none other than Chang Qing and the other disciples of the Asura Palace who had followed Tan Lang in the past. They were looking at the cages in front of them. The cages were made with ordinary materials, and to them, they could easily break the cages. However, none of them did so, because they knew that breaking the cages would be useless. They wouldn't be able to walk out of the dungeon either.
Chang Qing and the other disciples were disheartened. Apart from anger, there was also endless sadness. They were the disciples of the Shura Temple, they had always been loyal to the Shura Temple, treating this place as their home. Now, because they used to follow Tan Lang, they were thrown into the dungeon. The iron cage in front of them was a humiliation to them.
They had only been in the dungeon for a day, but on this day, their feelings for the Shura Temple had disappeared without a trace. This was a merciless sect, leaving them with only endless sadness.
The door of the dungeon was pushed open, and the light from the outside shone in. Chang Qing and the others who were listless suddenly stood up from the ground and looked outside. They had just heard the sounds of fighting outside, and then they saw a figure flying in like lightning. When they saw who it was, their faces were immediately filled with surprise.
"Senior Brother Tan!"
"This is great! Senior Brother Tan is here to save us!"
… …
Everyone was instantly overjoyed. They were originally Tan Lang's followers, but because of Tan Lang, they were imprisoned in the dungeon. In the beginning, they still held some grudges against Tan Lang, but after a day in the dungeon, all their grudges were transferred to the Shura Temple. When they saw Tan Lang barging into the dungeon to save them, their hearts were filled with gratitude.
* Rumble … … *
Tan Lang waved his hand and shot out a ray of light, breaking the cage in front of him, releasing Chang Qing and the others. Seeing that they were not injured, he heaved a sigh of relief.
"Senior Brother Tan, why are you here? It seems to be quite chaotic outside. "
Chang Qing asked. The moment the dungeon door was broken by the monk, they heard the commotion outside. In their memory, the Shura Temple had never been so chaotic. Tan Lang's cultivation was much stronger than a few months ago, which made Chang Qing and the others feel a trace of pressure, but at the same time, they were also happy.
"Jiang Chen is dealing with the elders of the Shura Temple outside. I will bring all of you out of here now."
Tan Lang said. He turned around and brought everyone out of the dungeon. They saw a domineering little monk blocking the entrance. On the ground in front of them, there were a few people lying on the ground, and none of them could move. Chang Qing and the others were shocked. These people were no strangers to them. They were all elders of the Law Enforcement Palace, and the weakest among them was a Sixth Grade Combat King. But now, they were beaten like dead dogs by Tyrant.
"Tyrant, we have rescued them."
Tan Lang said.
"You two, leave the Shura Temple immediately after rescuing them."
At this moment, Jiang Chen's voice sounded in Tyrant and Tan Lang's ears. Both of them looked at each other and nodded. The current Shura Temple was in a state of chaos. Chang Qing and the others were too weak, so it would be difficult for them to take them away. They had to take advantage of the chaos. As for Jiang Chen and Da Huang Dog, they didn't need to worry about them. If these two freaks wanted to leave, the people of the Shura Temple wouldn't be able to stop them.
"Let's go. All of you hold your breath."
Tyrant reminded them. The group quickly left the Shura Temple.
"Wah! It stinks! What is this smell? Blargh … "
Chang Qing was the first one to vomit when they walked out of the dungeon of the Law Enforcement Palace. He swore to the heavens that this was the most unpleasant smell he had ever smelled. The faces of the others turned ugly and started to vomit.
"I told you to hold your breath."
Tyrant shook his head. Only now did they understand why Tyrant warned them. The smell was too poisonous.
"Let's leave from the back of the mountain."
Tan Lang said. All of them were disciples of the Shura Temple. They were familiar with the way to leave the place. The group carried the smell of farts and quickly headed toward the back of the mountain.
Wakaka …
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