Fierce Battle, II

Glancing at the Heavenly Demon Puppet in the distance, he saw the Heavenly Demon Puppet kicked away by the Soul Hall Venerable Elder. Elder Yuan swiftly formed a hand seal, aimed his palm at the Dou Zun, and gently clenched it.

"Wood Binding!"

With a low shout, countless towering trees surged forth, directly wrapping the Dou Zun within them. In the next instant, the Heavenly Demon Puppet charged out once more and battled the Soul Hall Dou Zun.

On such a chaotic battlefield, it was truly difficult to determine victory or defeat. The scales of victory could only tilt bit by bit; deciding the outcome in an instant had always been impossible.

Meanwhile, Venerable Wind was facing an old acquaintance. However, their relationship had never been particularly good, so they could not truly be called acquaintances—they merely knew each other.

With a sweep of his sleeve, a powerful force descended. A stone wall rose up, blocking the wind blades. The two collided, immediately producing an enormous roar.

As the stone wall fell, the gray-robed elder revealed his true face. He bared his somewhat yellowed teeth at Venerable Wind and sneered, "Feng Xian, after all these years, your strength has only grown this much? You truly disappoint me!"

"Back then, you and Yao Chen roamed the continent so freely. Did you ever imagine that this day would come?"

Venerable Wind looked coldly at the man before him. He had met this man at a grand gathering held by a sect long ago and had even exchanged blows with him. Yet he had never expected that this man would join the Soul Hall as well, and that his strength would now far surpass what it had been back then.

"You merely became the Soul Hall's dog in exchange for some strength. The