"Let Yuhao go!"
Bei Bei, who had only just reacted, saw Dai Yuhao's miserable state and immediately transformed into lightning as he charged forward. Xu Sanshi at his side did the same, even preparing to use Profound Nether Displacement to rescue Tang Wutong.
Someone reacted faster than they did. A figure flashed past, and the rapidly charging Bei Bei crashed to the ground, his limbs severed from his torso.
Xu Sanshi suffered the same fate on the other side. His limbs were cut off, leaving him sprawled on the ground. Even under Martial Soul Possession, he could not withstand that terrifying sharpness.
"We meet again!"
The figure flashed to Bei Bei's side and crouched down, driving a longsword into his chest to disrupt the circulation of Soul Power within his body, preventing him from doing something like self-detonating.
A longsword was likewise embedded in Xu Sanshi's body. The disruption of his Soul Power made it impossible for him to mobilize it, and he had even been forced out of his Martial Soul Possession state.
"Who are you?"
Suppressing the pain, Bei Bei stared at the newcomer in confusion. He did not understand why this person was targeting him, much less why he had said they had met again.
He did not remember ever offending this person. He did not even recognize him.
Bei Bei's question left Yang Yifan's face dark with frustration. He had obsessed over this enemy for so many years, yet the other man did not even remember him. It was too absurd.
"Here's a hint: the Soul Duel Tournament, Zheng Tian Academy's representative team."
Kindly offering him a reminder, Yang Yifan considered himself a man of principles. Even if someone was an enemy, they had to die knowing exactly why.
"It was you!"
Bei Bei finally remembered,