Again facing the storm, Crane Saber: Wind Piercer—as a Soul Emperor, Feng Xiaotian's Soul Power could support him in maintaining a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Skill for a longer time.
He was not like Huo Yu, who could only erupt for an instant.
Even so, Huo Yu's final pincer attack had successfully threatened Feng Xiaotian, forcing him to use his fifth soul skill in a fight against a Soul Ancestor.
That alone was enough to prove just how astonishing Huo Yu's performance had been.
If the two of them had possessed equal Soul Power, Huo Yu's Third Soul Skill would not have merely split half the energy from the original Fire Crane, but would have truly replicated two complete Fire Cranes at full strength.
At that point, the Crane Feather Storm Huo Yu unleashed would require even Feng Xiaotian to face it with all his strength.
And Feng Xiaotian himself knew this very clearly. As a genius, he had actually felt somewhat frustrated inside. Being caught off guard one after another by two Soul Ancestors was completely different from what he had expected.
He admitted he had underestimated them too much. So from this moment on, he decided to use absolute strength to crush Huo Yun and give him no chance to counterattack.
The Tornado Wind Blade howled as it swept toward Huo Yun.
Huo Yun looked at the wind blades, and a familiar feeling rose in his heart.
This was already the third time he had faced a storm.
The first two storms had allowed him to comprehend the true essence of the saber. For some reason, he felt that all those previous experiences had been preparations for this very moment.
Feeling the storm draw near, Huo Yun felt no fear. All he had was a faint sense of