Soul Chasing Yin Wind Curse

"Ye Zhen?"

"How was it you? You... you..."

Seeing the unfathomably powerful senior before him suddenly turn into Ye Zhen, Yan Cong let out a shrill, hoarse scream. But the instant the scream rang out, a streak of talisman light flew from Ye Zhen's hand, setting up a soundproof barrier around Yan Cong.

Under normal circumstances, one could never be too cautious. This was one of the lessons Ye Zhen had learned over his years wandering the martial world. Although Yan Cong's own protective talisman light surrounding the area had some soundproofing effect, it was still better to be careful.

"Haha, Tower Master Yan, didn't you call me Senior? Come, call me that again and let me hear it. Senior this, Senior that—it sounded quite pleasant!" Seeing Yan Cong's terrified expression, Ye Zhen laughed smugly.

Of the troubles Ye Zhen had encountered after arriving in the True Spirit Domain, at least one-third had been caused by Yan Cong, whether openly or in secret. Yan Cong had repeatedly tried to put Ye Zhen to death. Now that he had Yan Cong under his control, Ye Zhen naturally felt incomparably satisfied!

Yan Cong stared fixedly at Ye Zhen. His eyes, unable to move because of the Soul Locking Needle, revealed threads of utter despair. He knew very well that if he fell into Ye Zhen's hands, he was almost certainly dead.

Yet he could not understand it. How could Ye Zhen, a third-layer Pulse Forging Realm martial artist, possibly possess a true divine ability like earth escape?

Moreover, when he had first met Ye Zhen more than two years ago, Ye Zhen had only been at the peak of the fifth layer of the Spirit Transformation Realm. Now, he was already at the peak of the third layer of the Pulse Forging