Battle Maniac, Sword Saint Chen Xin

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Seeing that Prince Xue Xing was about to leave, Ye Feng heard the system's voice and his body began to tremble. He shouted hoarsely, "Stop!"

Prince Xue Xing turned around, his eyes filled with an imposing aura, and stared at Ye Feng, asking, "Do you have anything else to say?"

"Certainly."

Ye Feng's voice changed, becoming hoarse like that of an elderly man, "You bullied someone, and you think you can just walk away? There's no such thing as a free lunch."

On one side, Zhao Wuji was stunned. He couldn't help but murmur, "That voice... that voice... that voice..."

Flender didn't understand what Zhao Wuji meant at that moment. He turned his head to look at Zhao Wuji and noticed the look of utter shock in the latter's eyes. He asked with concern, "Wuji, what's wrong?"

Zhao Wuji looked at Flender, paused, and replied, "It's nothing. Dean, there's a good show about to begin."

"A good show? What good show?"

"Just watch."

"Why have you suddenly become so mysterious?"

Unable to extract any information from Zhao Wuji, Flender could only turn his gaze to Ye Feng. His intuition told him that the "good show" Zhao Wuji had mentioned must be related to Ye Feng's suddenly changed voice.

At the same time, Tang San was also stunned. He murmured, "That voice... could it be... he's about to appear again?"

Tang San suddenly remembered his time entering Shrek Academy.

At that time, Zhao Wuji was itching to bully Tang San, Xiao Wu, Ning Rongrong, Zhu Zhuqing, and Ye Feng, who had come to the Shrek Academy to register. Zhao Wuji challenged Ye Feng and the others to hold out for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn. As a result, Ye Feng fought Zhao Wuji one-on-one, and in the end, Zhao Wuji Ye Feng beaten so badly that he vomited blood.

Afterwards Tang San and Zhao Wuji questioned Ye Feng about the incident, asking how he, with only Soul Power of around forty, could suddenly possess such explosive combat power and defeat Zhao Wuji. Ye Feng's explanation was that he didn't know either. Tang San's speculation was that Ye Feng's body contained the soul of a master, a powerful old man. It was that old man who intervened, which is why Ye Feng suddenly possessed combat power far exceeding his own.

Tang San stared at Ye Feng. Sure enough, Ye Feng had another epileptic seizure. However, this time Ye Feng's "attack" was very mild; he merely trembled all over, as if a god was about to possess him.

Prince Xue Xing frowned, glanced at Ye Feng sideways, and asked, "What do you want?"

"Simple."

To make it easier to explain, Ye Feng continued his self-directed act, saying, "You let this kid hold on in your hands for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, and I'll let you hold on in mine for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn. If you can hold on, then the matter is settled."

Are you kidding me?

Xue Xing remained silent, but Prince Xue Beng couldn't help but interject, laughing mockingly, "What level of Soul Power do you have, yet you dare to speak to my Uncle Wang like that? A low-level Soul Master using Soul Power to directly suppress a high-level Soul Master, are you out of your mind?"

Snap

Ye Feng casually waved his hand, his Soul Power compressing the air, and slapped Xue Beng across the face. Xue Beng was sent flying away.

"You..."

Prince Xue Beng glared at Ye Feng, got up from the ground, and wanted to teach Ye Feng a lesson, but was stopped by Prince Xue Xing.

"Good."

Prince Xue Xing's lips curled into a mocking smile. Although he sensed something strange about Ye Feng's words, he remained unperturbed, standing with his hands in his sleeves, and said sarcastically, "Not to mention a stick of incense, even a whole day wouldn't be a problem. You can make your move now."

Buzz

Ye Feng really made a move.

Ye Feng stretched out his hand, and surging Soul Power enveloped his body. With a thought, the Soul Power transformed into a mountain peak, landing on Prince Xue Xing's head.

"Level 80!"

Prince Xue Xing exclaimed in surprise. He was astonished to discover that Ye Feng's Soul Power Level had reached level eighty.

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Prince Xue Xing's expression changed drastically, and he had no choice but to summon the Swan Spirit once again.

"Eighty-one levels!"

"Level 82!"

"Level 83!"

Ye Feng's Soul Power was continuously increasing.

Seventh Spirit Ability: Swan Spirit Avatar

Helpless, Prince Xue Xing could only use his Martial Soul Avatar to resist the direct pressure from Ye Feng's Soul Power.

Eighty-eight!

Eighty-nine!

"Level 90!"

When his Soul Power reached Level 90, Prince Xue Xing was drenched in sweat and had to use the Soul Skill within his Soul Bone. A golden light shield appeared around him.

Prince Xue Xing comes from the Heaven Dou Empire. He obtained three Soul Bone as a prince of the Heaven Dou Empire.

"Level 91!"

"Level 92!"

"Level 93!"

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When Ye Feng Feng's Soul Power reached level ninety-three, the defensive light shield formed by Prince Xue Xing's Soul Bone shattered. Without the shield's protection, the pressure from the level ninety-three Soul Power pressed down on Prince Xue Xing, turning his face pale and forcing him to the ground. He coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Only then did Ye Feng withdraw his Soul Power. He said softly, "Get lost!"

Prince Xue Xing was, after all, a prince of the Heaven Dou Empire; injuring him and killing him were two different things. Prince Xue Xing dared to Xiao Wu against Prince Xue Xing; this was Ye Feng Feng's punishment for him.

Prince Xue Xing was defeated, and Prince Xue Xing Xue Beng stepped forward to help him up. Seeing Prince Xue Xing's pale face and noticing his hand clutching his chest, the curious Xue Beng Prince Xue Xing out and touched Prince Xue Xing's chest. He exclaimed, "All twelve ribs are broken!"

"What?"

Flender stared at Ye Feng in shock.

The human body has twenty-four ribs. Ye Feng only used a little skill just now, yet he broke half of Xue Beng's ribs. Such a severe injury will keep Xue Beng in bed for quite some time.

As night fell, an elderly man with snow-white hair arrived at the gate of the Prince's Residence.

The old man kicked open the door of the Prince's Residence 'Prince's Residence. The commotion alerted the guards. Armed with spears, they immediately attacked the old man, attempting to subdue him. With a flick of his finger, the old man unleashed a torrent of silver Soul Power, stunning all the guards who attacked him.

"Titled Douluo!"

The commotion alerted more and more guards. To their horror, the guards discovered that the person who had broken into the Prince's Residence was actually a Titled Douluo of level ninety-something.

"The Sword Saint Chen Xin!"

Before long, Prince Xue Xing arrived. Prince Xue Xing looked at the old man in shock. The old man's Martial Soul was the Seven Kill Sword, and he was none other than Sword Saint Chen Xin, the Guardian Douluo of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

As a prince, Prince Xue Xing dared not be negligent towards Sword Douluo. Although he did not bow, he still asked in a very polite and respectful tone, "Your Excellency, who has made you so angry? Tell me, and I will personally bring him to you bound."

"Who else but you!"

The voice of Sword Saint Chen Xin, capable of slicing through one's soul, rang in Prince Xue Xing's ears.

P. S.: Today is January 1, 2022, New Year's Day. I wish everyone a prosperous new year, academic success, and great fortune in the Year of the Tiger.