Just when Shangyue thought this was a good opportunity to escape, the man suddenly stopped.

"What do you think the chances are that you can escape from under my nose?"

Shang Yue was silent. The pressure from the other party was too strong, and she could not see through the man's cultivation at all, which meant that the other party's strength far exceeded hers.

Therefore, the chance of escape is almost zero.

"Then what do you think is the probability of you being killed by one slap from me?" the man continued to ask.

Hearing this, Shangyue stepped forward without hesitation and followed the man.

This person broke into the Holy Prison alone and in such a high-profile manner, which shows that his courage and ability should not be underestimated.

Therefore, the chance of being beaten to death is almost 100%.

"Very good. I appreciate your timely attitude."

The man showed a satisfied smile, and a hint of smile flashed in his eyes.

He shuttled back and forth in the intricate Holy Prison and stopped at a wide wall.

He glanced around casually, his eyes lingering on the wall, his index finger lightly touching it, as if looking for something.

Finally, his eyes locked on a seemingly ordinary mural.

The mural depicts a powerful man wearing ancient armor, holding a sword, and looking heroic.

He stared at the painting, a hint of doubt in his eyes.

He walked closer to the mural and looked at it carefully.

Suddenly, he discovered a barely visible groove on the hilt of the warrior's sword.

He extended his index finger and gently pressed the groove.

The wall suddenly made a low roar, then slowly moved, revealing a hidden secret door.

He smiled slightly.

"Finally, I found your hiding place?"