You Can Also Call Me Feng Xiu!
Feng Xiu raised his right hand, palm upward, and a ball of dark purple light gathered at his fingertips.
"One of Annihilation."
With a flick of his finger, he sent the purple light speeding through Dugu Bo's chest.
Time and space reversed...
Life and death cycled...
All things returned to life...
In a mere instant, Dugu Bo vanished completely from the Douluo Continent, reduced to flying ash.
Qian Renxue stood behind him, her face turning pale in an instant.
This...
One move had instantly killed a Titled Douluo!
Feng Xiu turned around, some of the coldness receding from his eyes.
His gaze softened for an instant when he looked at her, but that softness quickly faded.
Qian Renxue took a step back and questioned him warily.
"Should I call you Feng Ling or Demon God Emperor?"
"A name is only a form of address." Feng Xiu's lips twitched.
"You can also call me Feng Xiu."
Qian Renxue gritted her teeth, anger in her voice.
"So you've been lying to me all along? Having no Soul Power, being an ordinary person knocked down by a wild beast—it was all fake? You're Demon God Emperor Feng Xiu, the one who pinned an army of twenty thousand to the ground outside Treasure Sword City!"
"Yes." Feng Xiu offered no defense.
"What exactly did you want by following me?" Qian Renxue stared at him, her eyes reddening slightly.
"Was it amusing to watch me protect you like a fool?"
Feng Xiu was silent for two breaths before he spoke.
"During the time I spent traveling with you, I remembered some of the tenderness of the past."
"Don't worry. I won't kill you."
Qian Renxue let out a cold laugh.
"I'll even help you."
"After that battle at Treasure Sword City, your Spirit Hall's Pope, Bibi Dong, must have noticed something. Before long, she'll personally lead people into the Star Dou Great Forest. When the time comes, I'll kill her for you and help you become the Pope of Spirit Hall. How does that sound?"
When he finished, he raised a hand toward Qian Renxue's face.
Qian Renxue watched his approaching hand in silence for two seconds, then stepped back, evading Feng Xiu's hand.
"I won't believe you again."
Feng Xiu's hand stopped in midair. After a pause, he slowly withdrew it.
He was about to say something else when a dull pain suddenly welled up in his chest, fiercer than any of the previous times.
The backlash from the stripping of his Spiritual Power struck at this very moment.
He grunted, his knees buckling as he dropped to one knee. Cold sweat streamed down his forehead, and his face was pale.
Qian Renxue stood two steps away, watching him. She gritted her teeth.
She still stepped forward, then hesitated halfway through reaching out. In the end, she crouched down and supported his arm.
"...What's wrong? How are you hurt so badly?"
"The spring water."
Feng Xiu drew a breath and raised a hand, pointing toward the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well.
"Get me in there."
Qian Renxue glanced at it and asked no more. She helped him to his feet and moved toward the edge of the pool, one step at a time.
Half of Feng Xiu's body rested against her shoulder.
When they reached the edge, Qian Renxue was just about to help him sit down.
But in the next second, Feng Xiu toppled straight into the ice and fire spring water.
He vanished in the blink of an eye.
"Feng Ling!"
Qian Renxue crouched by the pool and shouted.
But still, there was no answer.
She reached out, intending to go in, but the instant her fingertips touched the red spring water, she snatched them back from the scalding heat.
"So hot."
Qian Renxue stared at the red spring water, her brows drawn tightly together.
"Even a Titled Douluo might not be able to withstand this spring water..."
"Will he... be all right?"
Underwater, Feng Xiu's body was sinking freely.
On one side of his body was scalding red spring water; on the other was spring water of extreme cold.
After sinking for an unknown length of time, Feng Xiu slowly regained consciousness.
The backlash from the stripping of his Spiritual Power was gradually being dispelled.
Heat expanded and cold contracted, setting the flow within his meridians in motion.
It sent Spiritual Power throughout his body, filling the void left by the stripping of his Spiritual Power.
An hour later, Feng Xiu opened his eyes in the spring and flexed his wrist.
Most of the backlash from the stripping of his Spiritual Power had been suppressed, and the tearing pain in his meridians had subsided as well.
He was about to rise to the surface when he suddenly paused and looked down into the deeper reaches of the spring.
The Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well had been formed from the corpses of the Water Dragon King and the Fire Dragon King.
Two dragons that enormous had died here; there was no way they had left nothing behind at the bottom.
Those two dragon king souls still haven't shown themselves. They've most likely sensed my presence and are hiding in their skeletons, afraid to come out.
"Since you're unwilling to come out, I'll go and find you myself."
With that, Feng Xiu changed direction and sank deeper toward the bottom of the spring.
The farther down he went, the heavier the spring water became.
The extreme cold and extreme heat, on the other hand, had weakened considerably.
In their place was a dense surge of dragon Qi.
The time it took an incense stick to burn passed.
Two enormous skeletons appeared beneath his feet, one fiery red and the other ice blue. They lay side by side at the bottom of the spring, Soul Power continuously seeping from between their bones and flowing into the surrounding water.
All the energy in the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well came from these two skeletons.
Feng Xiu landed in front of the skeletons and gave them a casual glance.
"Now that I'm here, won't you two come out and welcome me?"
The two skeletons shuddered violently, their bones rattling.
Immediately afterward, two illusory dragon souls flew out of the skeletons, shrinking to the size of a palm. They hovered in midair, trembling, one fiery red from head to tail and the other ice blue. Both kept their heads lowered, afraid to look Feng Xiu in the eye.
The Fire Dragon King's soul spoke tremulously. "May I ask... who are you, sir?"
The Water Dragon King's soul likewise asked, "Why is your dragon bloodline even more powerful than Lord Dragon God's?"
Feng Xiu gave them a cold look.
"You are not worthy of knowing who I am."
The two dragon king souls drew in their necks, not daring to ask anything else.
"I could, however, take you to see your Dragon God."
Both dragon king souls stiffened at once, then jerked their heads up.
The Fire Dragon King's soul spoke in a trembling voice. "Lord Dragon God isn't dead?!"
The Water Dragon King's soul was even more excited. "Lord Dragon God is actually still alive!"
A cold smile touched Feng Xiu's lips, but he did not respond.
Taking these two dragon souls to see Silver Dragon King Gu Yuena would be a convenient matter, but that doesn't mean I'll hand them over to her.
I'm still short quite a few materials for the Ten Earths Nine Heavens God-Slaying Great Array. These two dragon king souls will fill the gap nicely.
I won't sacrifice Demon Gods to the great array again. The cost is too great; using something else as the array cores is just right.
He could not be bothered wasting more words. He raised a hand and pressed forward, splitting open a rift in the void. Dark purple dimensional space surged out of the crack, wrapped around the two dragon souls, and dragged them inside.
Before the two dragon souls could make a sound, they were taken in. The rift closed, leaving nothing behind.
Feng Xiu looked down at the two Soul Bones scattered beside the skeletons.
One was red and one was blue, and both were Torso Soul Bones. But the Soul Power they contained had nearly run out; all their energy had flowed into the spring water.
Feng Xiu glanced at them, then looked away.
Useless. I'll leave them here.
He pushed off with his feet and shot toward the surface.
On the bank.
Qian Renxue had been anxiously calling into the spring the whole time.
"Feng Ling! Feng Ling, can you hear me?!"
"Feng Ling!"
"Feng Ling! Don't you dare die!"