Extreme Wind Meteor Kill

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

"How could someone possess five Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Rings at the Soul King stage!"

Zhao Wuji blurted out subconsciously, but as Lin Feng's first Soul Ring lit up and the Wind Blade, a Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Skill, was unleashed, Zhao Wuji felt something was wrong.

The Wind Blade Soul Skill is quite common on the Douluo Continent. Martial Souls like the Swift Wind Demonic Wolf have Wind Blade as their first Soul Skill. Besides them, some other wind-attribute Martial Souls also have Wind Blade as their first Soul Skill.

However, in all his years and having witnessed so many powerful individuals, Zhao Wuji had never seen such a formidable Wind Blade.

Even when he had offended the Martial Soul Hall back then, the bishop with a wind-attribute Martial Soul sent by the Martial Soul Hall, his first Soul Skill, Wind Blade, was nowhere near as powerful as Lin Feng's first Soul Skill. Keep in mind, that bishop with the wind-attribute Martial Soul had a Soul Power of level sixty-eight, a high-level Soul Emperor.

Lin Feng's Wind Blade didn't resemble the first Soul Skill of a Soul Emperor at all. Its power was more akin to the sixth Soul Skill of an ordinary Soul Emperor.

Only the sixth Soul Skill of a Soul Emperor could briefly repel him, a Soul Sage with Soul Power at level seventy-six.

"What's going on with your Soul Rings? A Soul Master with a wind-attribute Martial Soul should have Wind Blade as their first Soul Skill, but it shouldn't be black, let alone possess the power of a Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Skill." After being repelled outside the hotel by Lin Feng's attack, Zhao Wuji looked warily at Lin Feng's Soul Rings.

However, Lin Feng had no intention of answering Zhao Wuji. "Guess."

With a wave of his folding fan, a massive Wind Blade over ten meters wide shot towards Zhao Wuji with terrifying speed. At this moment, Zhao Wuji had snapped out of his shock regarding Lin Feng's Soul Rings. Then, his first yellow Soul Ring lit up. Immovable Ming King Zhao Wuji's first Soul Skill, Immovable Bright King Body!

When Lin Feng's Wind Blade was less than a meter away from Zhao Wuji, a golden light erupted from Zhao Wuji's body, directly reflecting Lin Feng's first Soul Skill. Clearly, even with a Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Skill, a Soul King facing a Soul Sage was not an easy feat.

As Lin Feng's Wind Blade was easily neutralized by Zhao Wuji, his second Soul Ring lit up. "Great Vajra Palm!"

Zhao Wuji's hands transformed into bear paws, striking towards Lin Feng with terrifying force. Empowered by his level seventy-six Soul Sage cultivation, a single strike could severely injure a Soul Emperor or kill a Soul King.

This was especially deadly for agility-type and support-type Soul Emperors and Soul Kings facing Zhao Wuji's attack.

However, Lin Feng was not an ordinary Soul King. As a Soul Master born after the Douluo III era, fighting opponents above his level was commonplace for ordinary geniuses. Therefore, facing Zhao Wuji's Soul Sage-level attack, Lin Feng showed no panic at all. The chubby cat on Lin Feng's shoulder opened its mouth, and then Lin Feng's fourth Soul Ring lit up.

"Fourth Soul Skill, Cloud Mist Control."

Everyone watched as the small cat on Lin Feng's shoulder spat out a large amount of smoke, which instantly covered a radius of several hundred meters, obscuring everyone's vision.

Before Zhao Wuji's Great Vajra Palm could even touch Lin Feng's body, the dense cloud of mist around him rendered him completely blind.

"Oh no, Teacher Zhao can't see!" Tang San's expression darkened. Having fought Zhao Wuji before, he knew Zhao Wuji's strength lay in close combat. Once the fight moved to long range, Zhao Wuji's power couldn't be fully utilized, and his strength would be greatly diminished.

Thinking about how he could exchange a few blows with Zhao Wuji, Tang San felt that Zhao Wuji was likely in trouble.

However, just as Tang San was thinking this, Dai Mubai patted his shoulder. "Don't worry, Tang San, it'll be fine. Teacher Zhao will avenge Fatty."

Hearing this, Tang San looked at Dai Mubai in surprise. Dai Mubai didn't seem surprised by Tang San's confusion and calmly explained.

"Tang San, I know you're thinking about the fight you had with Teacher Zhao not long ago. But have you ever considered that you were Teacher Zhao's student then, not his enemy?"

"Teacher Zhao was always restrained when he attacked you, and there was a very short time limit. He had to defeat you, but not truly defeat you, while also controlling the force of his blows. Because you were a student of Shrek, but does that kid have any of those conditions?"

Hearing this, Tang San immediately understood Dai Mubai's meaning.

"That's right, this isn't an exam. Facing the person who killed Hong Jun, Teacher Zhao has no reason to hold back, nor can he hold back. Teacher Zhao's level seventy-six Soul Power means time is ultimately on his side. Even if that person's Soul Skills are powerful, the more powerful the Soul Skill, the more Soul Power it consumes. In a battle of Soul Power, Teacher Zhao naturally wouldn't lose to a level sixty Soul King. As long as the fight continues, Teacher Zhao is bound to win."

Tang San spoke, and at the same time, he recalled Lin Feng's Soul Skills. Thinking of the uniformly Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Rings, Tang San couldn't help but feel a pang of envy. He subconsciously thought of Master, who was known for his invincible theories and should have a way to make Soul Rings reach ten thousand years. But then he remembered that Master only had two Hundred-Year Soul Rings.

Tang San immediately frowned. Thinking that Master had never told him how to achieve all Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Rings, he felt a slight suspicion towards Master. But then he shook his head, casting aside the doubts in his heart.

How could Master, who was known for his invincible theories, possibly not know something? After all, Master had seen at a glance that he had Twin Martial Souls. It wasn't possible that he was clueless about Twin Martial Souls, right?

That kind of thing would be like him not being human, utterly impossible!

Thinking this, Tang San's mood settled slightly, and he decided to ask Master later how to elevate his Soul Rings to ten thousand years to resolve the weakness of his Blue Silver Grass.

While Tang San and Dai Mubai were completely unconcerned about Zhao Wuji, Zhao Wuji, within the range of Cloud Mist Control, was panicking immensely.

Theoretically, facing a level sixty Soul King who was still one Soul Ring away from a Soul Emperor, he shouldn't be under any pressure. In a battle of attrition, he should have an absolute advantage. After all, Soul Power becomes more condensed as one progresses, and the gap between each level widens. In terms of Soul Power endurance, he should be able to say he had the advantage.

But the problem was, ever since Lin Feng unleashed Cloud Mist Control, he seemed to have thrown all pretense aside. A torrent of Wind Blades rained down on him from all directions, as if they weren't Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Skills but Hundred-Year first Soul Skills. He was being battered mercilessly.

However, Zhao Wuji, who couldn't locate the enemy and could only endure the Wind Blades, wasn't the most miserable. The most miserable part was that Lin Feng was preparing to get serious.

"Fifth Soul Skill, Wind's Extreme: Meteor Kill!"