"Hm?"
When Feng Ling left the border of the Sun Moon Empire, she gradually sensed that something was off.
When the Holy Spirit Cult lost contact with its first branch, it had made preparations for such a possibility. Naturally, those preparations held little hope of catching the person who had destroyed the branch on the spot. They merely hoped that some loyal believers of the Holy Spirit Cult would use their lives to leave clues for the higher-ups.
And those loyal believers of the Holy Spirit Cult had not disappointed Feng Ling. After searching for a while, she truly discovered the clues they had left behind.
Following those clues, she was practically tracing every step of Lin Feng's route. Though she moved a little slower because she had to follow the trail, she accurately walked every path Lin Feng had taken.
Everything had gone incomparably smoothly, yet it was precisely because it had gone too smoothly that Feng Ling gradually sensed something was wrong.
"A little too smooth. So smooth that it's like..."
Feng Ling frowned. From beginning to end, the clues had shown no sign of being cut off. It was as if someone had deliberately left them behind, waiting for her to give chase.
After thinking briefly, Feng Ling gave a disdainful smile. "Clever little fool. I hope the trap you've set for me is interesting enough."
A moment later, Feng Ling continued her pursuit.
She was a ninety-sixth-level Titled Douluo, a ninety-sixth-level Evil Soul Master Super Douluo whose soul ring configuration exceeded the normal optimal ratio and who possessed Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring skills.
In terms of overall strength, even a ninety-seventh-level Titled Douluo would find it far from easy to defeat her. Moreover, because her martial soul and soul skills were powerful enough, even a ninety-seventh-level Titled Douluo could possibly be killed in return by her.
Such formidable strength meant she did not fear an ambush from the original three Douluo nations.
The reason was simple: the original three Douluo nations did not possess Soul Tools capable of restraining a Super Douluo like the Sun Moon Empire did.
As long as they did not have Soul Tools capable of restraining her, even if Feng Ling could not win, escaping would not be difficult for her.
According to Feng Ling's estimate, she most likely would not even need to run.
In the original three Douluo nations, only Mu En, Xuan Zi, and Du Busi of the Body Sect had strength at level ninety-seven or above.
Those three would not act lightly. Aside from them, only Shrek had Song Yunzhi at level ninety-seven, while the Dou Ling Empire had the Heavenly Sun Douluo at level ninety-seven. As for Star Luo and Heaven Soul, they truly had very few even at level ninety-six.
How could beings of that level possibly deal with her? At most, they might let her kill a few Titled Douluo before they could only rage helplessly.
It was even possible that her concerns about being surrounded were excessive. Under such circumstances, Feng Ling naturally could not give up the pursuit. In the era when Douluo 3 was written, it was not yet a time when everyone demanded absolute safety before daring to move forward. There were plenty of gamblers then, and in Feng Ling's view, she had almost no chance of losing.
Thus, after tracking Lin Feng for some time longer, Feng Ling passed through Star Luo City and ultimately stopped at a city near it.
"She's here?"
Lin Feng looked in Feng Ling's direction. The fact that Feng Ling had been able to find him was naturally the result of Lin Feng's deliberate arrangement.
After all, with his previous experience of getting six soul bones from Nightmare Douluo alone, including one hundred-thousand-year soul bone, Lin Feng was now quite interested in Titled Douluo Evil Soul Masters who came to kill him.
This was the kind of thing that both eliminated evil for the people and brought profit. It satisfied Lin Feng's moral needs as well as his material needs. It was a complete win-win situation—the kind where Lin Feng won twice by himself.
Originally, Lin Feng had planned to take care of the Evil Soul Master following him along the way. But now that Han Ruoruo had finished absorbing her soul rings and soul bones and had gained confidence in controlling a Titled Douluo, some plans needed to change.
"Lexuan, Ruoruo, a Super Douluo has followed us here. She should be the tail I left behind when I killed those Evil Soul Masters. Her cultivation is stronger than an ordinary Super Douluo, but not by much. Her Soul Power should be at level ninety-six. This time, I'll hold the line. Leave her to you two."
Upon hearing this, Zhang Lexuan and Han Ruoruo's hearts tightened. But when they looked at Lin Feng and recalled his power to kill even a ninety-eighth-level Titled Douluo, they gradually calmed down.
"Was it you who destroyed the branches of my Holy Cult?" Feng Ling stood in the air, her icy gaze fixed on Lin Feng, Han Ruoruo, Zhang Lexuan, and Nana. The pressure of her ninety-sixth-level Soul Power erupted without the slightest concealment.
In response, Zhang Lexuan stepped forward. Then, two yellow, two purple, three black, and one red soul rings appeared around her. With her eighty-fourth-level Spirit Douluo cultivation, she forcibly withstood Feng Ling's ninety-sixth-level pressure.
Looking at Zhang Lexuan's youthful face, then at her soul ring configuration of two yellow, two purple, three black, and one red, Feng Ling's eyes lit up.
Such a young Spirit Douluo, and she even possessed a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring. If she were brought back to the Holy Cult and raised properly, her future strength might not fall below that of Dragon Emperor Douluo Long Xiaoyao.
"A Saintess? Heaven is aiding my Holy Cult! To think my Holy Cult has obtained a Saintess with such talent! Good! Very good! Excellent!"
As Feng Ling spoke, she raised a hand and reached for Zhang Lexuan. A ninety-sixth-level cultivator against an eighty-fourth-level one appeared to be a difference of twelve levels of Soul Power, but in reality, the two realms of Titled Douluo and Super Douluo stood between them. Thus, Feng Ling had no concern that she could not seize Zhang Lexuan barehanded.
But then Feng Ling realized she had been overthinking it.
When she neared Zhang Lexuan, Zhang Lexuan activated her torso bone soul skill: Invincible Shield!
"Level eight? No, that has the strength of a level-nine Invincible Shield! Is that a hundred-thousand-year torso bone?"
The moment Feng Ling finished speaking, she felt her mind go hazy. Han Ruoruo activated the hundred-thousand-year soul skill of her head soul bone: Mental Interference.
"Ugh! A spiritual-type Titled Douluo? How is that possible? Without becoming an Evil Soul Master, how did you survive that weak early stage of spiritual cultivation?"
Feng Ling asked in confusion, but no one answered her. Or rather, even if someone answered her now, she could no longer hear it.
Mental Interference was a preliminary test to ensure Han Ruoruo would not suffer backlash. Once she confirmed that Feng Ling had no ability to turn the tables in terms of spiritual power, Han Ruoruo replaced it with another skill from her hundred-thousand-year head soul bone: Mind Control.
As Mind Control activated, Feng Ling directly knelt before Han Ruoruo. "Master."
Looking at the kneeling Feng Ling, Lin Feng rubbed his chin. "She's under control, but can you make her do things?"
Han Ruoruo did not answer him. She merely waved her hand, using the Blue Silver Grass Soul Spirit to control the Blue Silver Grass on the ground and make it grow wildly, eventually forming a chair.
Han Ruoruo sat on the chair, crossing her right leg over her left and resting her delicate hand beneath her cheek.
Then Lin Feng watched as Feng Ling removed Han Ruoruo's high-heeled boots and the white stockings on her feet, revealing her snowy-white legs and exquisite jade-like feet.
At this point, Lin Feng had not felt much. Even when Feng Ling placed one of Han Ruoruo's jade-like feet on her thigh, Lin Feng felt nothing—until Feng Ling opened her mouth and silently began washing Han Ruoruo's foot.
Lin Feng: "..."
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