Soul Douluo Experience Card

Soul Douluo Experience Card: After use, grants the Soul Power of an eighty-ninth-level Soul Douluo for thirty minutes.

"Soul Douluo Experience Card?" Ye Feng froze.

Ye Feng had not expected to receive a Soul Douluo Experience Card. The temporary Soul Power it granted was not level eighty, but the peak Soul Power of an eighty-ninth-level Soul Douluo. One step further would mean becoming a level ninety Titled Douluo.

With the Soul Douluo Experience Card, Ye Feng could end the battle quickly. But how was he supposed to explain it to the companions beside him? After all, his Soul Power Level was currently forty-eight. Suddenly gaining the Soul Power of level eighty-nine would inevitably arouse suspicion.

"You should discuss how to fight first. Without coordinated teamwork, you won't last through even one wave of Teacher Zhao's attacks." Dai Mubai shook his head. Even though Xiao Wu's Soul Power had reached level thirty-three and Ye Feng's had reached level forty-eight, he still did not think highly of Xiao Wu, Ye Feng, Zhu Zhuqing, Ning Rongrong, and Tang San.

"He's right. We really do need to coordinate properly. I have an idea. Everyone, come over and listen." Tang San agreed with Dai Mubai. Joy rose in his heart. His chance to steal the spotlight had come.

Tang San was skilled at plotting, and he had already come up with a plan for facing Zhao Wuji.

Seeing Tang San about to steal the spotlight again and begin laying the groundwork to become the soul of the Shrek Seven Devils, Ye Feng suddenly began convulsing all over as though he were having an epileptic fit.

"Brother, what's wrong?" Xiao Wu anxiously asked Ye Feng with concern.

"Senior Brother, are you all right?" Ning Rongrong frowned as well, looking at Ye Feng, who had suddenly fallen ill.

"Could he have epilepsy?" Tang San blurted out thoughtfully, his tone surprised.

"Epilepsy?"

"Epilepsy?"

Xiao Wu and Ning Rongrong spoke in unison. They looked at Tang San anxiously and asked, "What is epilepsy?"

"Epilepsy is a relatively rare illness. During an episode, one may collapse to the ground, convulse in the limbs, roll their eyes upward, foam at the mouth, lose bladder control, and lose consciousness for several seconds or minutes. Some patients also experience brief lapses in awareness, which are called minor seizures," Tang San explained in detail.

At that moment, Ye Feng was merely lying unconscious on the ground, his limbs convulsing and his eyes rolled upward. He was not foaming at the mouth or losing bladder control.

Thud

Suddenly, Ye Feng's body stopped convulsing. With a kip-up, he sprang from the ground.

"No need," Ye Feng said.

"Brother, are you okay?" Xiao Wu asked worriedly.

"I'm fine," Ye Feng answered.

"Ye Feng, Xiao Wu, come over quickly. We only have One Incense Stick to discuss our strategy," Tang San urged.

"No need," Ye Feng replied.

"Ye Feng?" Tang San frowned.

"Why should everyone have to join forces against a Soul Saint in his seventies? Before absolute strength, every tactic is useless. Zhao Wuji, you really have some nerve. Bullying the young with the old. A Soul Master in his seventies, already dozens of years old, yet you still bully a few youngsters like this." Ye Feng's tone was stern, his gaze fixed on Zhao Wuji the entire time.

"This is an assessment!" Zhao Wuji retorted. Looking at Ye Feng, he gave a contemptuous reminder out of apparent goodwill. "Hurry up and discuss your tactics. Soon, you won't have the chance."

"No need. I alone am enough to deal with you," Ye Feng said firmly.

"By yourself?"

"Ye Feng, you want to fight Teacher Zhao alone?"

"Senior Brother, are you sure?"

Dai Mubai, Xiao Wu, and Zhu Zhuqing all stared at Ye Feng in shock. Tang San looked at him skeptically. As for Ning Rongrong, who called Sword Saint Chen Xin Sword Grandpa, she asked Ye Feng with uncertainty.

"It's my duty to carry the whole show. I'll let Shrek Academy see that not just anyone can bully Ye Feng." Ye Feng's tone was strange, making it seem as if he had become a completely different person.

"Are you sure?" Zhao Wuji asked.

"Begin, Zhao Wuji," Ye Feng said without hesitation.

"Are you really sure?" Zhao Wuji asked once more.

As soon as the words fell, seven Soul Rings appeared beneath Zhao Wuji's feet—two yellow, two purple, and three black. Light gathered behind him, forming an upright Vajra Bear.

After Zhao Wuji fused with the Vajra Bear, his entire body looked even more burly. A savage aura radiated from within him.

"I'm sure," Ye Feng replied calmly.

As Ye Feng finished speaking, four Soul Rings appeared beneath his feet—two yellow, one purple, and one black.

"Oh, a Soul Ancestor. The Dean will definitely be overjoyed when he learns about this. But even if you're a Soul Ancestor, you still... won't... be... my... opponent!" As Zhao Wuji spoke, his eyes suddenly widened in the next instant as if he had seen a ghost, staring fixedly at Ye Feng.

Soul King

Soul Emperor

Soul Saint

"Soul Douluo!"

Zhao Wuji was dumbfounded as the titles of three powerful realms burst from his mouth.

Ye Feng's Soul Power rapidly soared until it finally reached the realm of a Soul Douluo.

"Y-you... how is your Soul Power in the eighties?" Zhao Wuji stared at Ye Feng in astonishment.

Ye Feng had only four Soul Rings, so his Soul Power should have been no higher than level fifty. Yet Ye Feng's Soul Power Level had now reached the eighties.

This completely defied common sense.

"Why can't it be? Weren't you trying to bully a few juniors just now? Today, this old man will bully you, the Immovable Bright King." A hoarse voice drifted from Ye Feng's mouth.

"This old man?" Zhao Wuji froze, looking at Ye Feng in surprise. He had finally noticed Ye Feng's self-reference.

Ye Feng was calling himself this old man?

But Ye Feng was only twelve years old!

What exactly was going on?

Zhao Wuji's heart was filled with endless questions. Why, why, why, why, why... Ye Feng had only four Soul Rings, yet his Soul Power was in the eighties.

Ye Feng raised one finger.

"What does that mean?" Zhao Wuji asked gravely.

"One move. It will take only one move for me to defeat you. Take this, Zhao Wuji." As Ye Feng finished speaking, the Soul Rings around him vanished, and the Nine Heart Profound Tang martial soul in his right palm disappeared. A three-foot golden sword appeared in his left hand.

One side of the blade was engraved with the sun, moon, and stars; the other with mountains, rivers, plants, and trees. One side of the hilt bore the arts of farming and animal husbandry; the other bore the strategy of unifying the four seas.

It shimmered with flowing light and radiated an extraordinary presence.

Although the miniature golden Precious Sword had no Soul Rings attached to it yet, tiny ripples could still be seen spreading around it.

This was Ye Feng's first martial soul—the Xuanyuan Sword.

Boom

After the Precious Sword appeared, Tang San frowned. He could clearly feel his hammer martial soul trembling without end, as though it had encountered something terrifying.

As Soul Power continuously poured into the Xuanyuan Sword, it began to shine with dazzling brilliance.

Zhao Wuji's expression became incomparably grave as the Seventh Soul Ring around him lit up with black light.

Seventh Soul Skill: Vajra Bear True Body