Dai Mubai's Frustration

Spectators never took responsibility for their words, even though they had already been slapped in the face once.

They still erupted into cries and discussion, all convinced that Lin Feng was about to be in serious trouble.

But Lin Feng's eyes lit up. Not only was he unafraid, he was actually a little pleased.

Another one? Looks like today's earnings are going up again.

Li Song, pinned beneath his foot, was practically finished. If this continued, he would be beaten to death.

Lin Feng had long noticed the bulging money pouch on Li Song's body. It contained the several hundred Gold Coin Registration Fees he had just collected!

Thus, under Zhao Wuji's furious gaze and everyone's dumbfounded stares, Lin Feng casually began searching Li Song's body and quickly pulled out a heavy money pouch.

He weighed it in his hand, listening to the pleasant clinking of Gold Coins inside, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

"Mm, my labor fee is in hand."

No wonder they say murder and arson bring gold belts. This no-investment business really brings in money fast!

Just as Zhao Wuji, carrying overwhelming fury, was about to reach him, Lin Feng had already deftly tucked the pouch of Gold Coins into his clothes.

Then, as if kicking aside a stone blocking his path, he casually sent the limp Li Song flying with one kick.

By sheer coincidence, Li Song's body traced an arc through the air and landed precisely back on the chair where he had originally been sitting to collect fees, letting out a dull thud.

Only, he had been beaten beyond recognition now and could only continue playing dead to avoid becoming a laughingstock.

Frustrating. It was truly too frustrating.

Zhao Wuji was powerless to stop him. His eyes bulged with rage, and his thick beard nearly stood on end!

How long had it been? How long since anyone had dared to act so arrogantly before him, the Immovable Ming King?

"You little bastard! You're fucking courting death!" His voice boomed like a great bell, making everyone's eardrums tingle.

Zhao Wuji was not some watered-down Spirit Emperor like Li Song. He was a vicious figure who had fought his way out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood!

Lin Feng merely sneered, his thoughts shifting slightly.

In an instant, immense Soul Power fluctuations surged from his body, and brilliant Soul Rings rose one after another beneath his feet—purple, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black!

Seven Soul Rings in total. He was actually a Soul Saint as well!

Zhao Wuji's charging momentum came to an abrupt halt, his bell-sized eyes filled with disbelief!

He rubbed his eyes. If he had not seen wrongly, this Youth's first Soul Ring was actually purple? And he was a Soul Saint?

How old was this Youth?

He did not look much older than Dai Mubai and the others. How could he possibly be a Soul Saint?

But there was no time to worry about that now.

Lin Feng did not care how turbulent Zhao Wuji's thoughts were. He clenched his right hand loosely, and a phantom longsword radiating sharp, icy light instantly condensed in his grip.

He pointed the sword tip at Zhao Wuji and spoke in a flippant tone.

"Big bear, don't say I didn't give you a chance. How about you make the first move?"

Provocation! Naked humiliation!

"Fuck your mother! Second Soul Skill: Great Strength Vajra Palm!"

Zhao Wuji flew completely into a rage. No longer hesitating, he swung his massive fan-like palm forward, wrapped in fierce wind.

At the same time, flashes of light flickered around him—Immovable Ming King Body! Great Strength Vajra Palm Enhancement! Gravity Enhancement! Gravity Compression!

In an instant, he had raised his condition to its peak. A series of enhancement Soul Skills stacked together, and his aura surged wildly, making him seem like a true humanoid violent bear!

Watching him laboriously stack buffs, Lin Feng was not anxious at all. Instead, he leisurely raised an extremely insulting middle finger at him, then spat lightly.

"You dumbass, you've got quite a few tricks. Let me remind you: if you didn't bring money today, I'll fucking kill you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Feng's gaze sharpened, and he shouted, "Fifth Soul Skill: Boundless Lotus Tomb!"

Buzz—

An invisible domain force abruptly spread outward from him, instantly enveloping Zhao Wuji!

Zhao Wuji felt the surroundings around him change drastically, as though he had fallen into a barren, Deathly Silence! graveyard.

His movements suddenly became incomparably sluggish. Countless tiny, peerlessly sharp Sword Qi also formed from thin air, invading and cutting through his protective Soul Power from every direction without leaving any openings!

Meanwhile, Lin Feng stood calmly at the center of the domain, a teasing smile at the corner of his lips.

Like a cat playing with a mouse, he casually controlled the omnipresent Sword Qi within the domain to harass Zhao Wuji, treating it all as a monkey show.

Let this big bear suffer properly first.

Elsewhere, Zhu Zhuqing's battle with Dai Mubai had also entered its most intense stage.

The longer Dai Mubai fought, the more alarmed he became. At the same time, he increasingly felt an odd sense of familiarity.

That was because he seemed to have seen this black-clad Maiden's movement techniques and Soul Skill aura in the family records...

Suddenly, he thought of something. Had he just heard that person call her Zhu Qing?

"Stop!"

He fiercely deflected one of Zhu Zhuqing's sharp claw strikes and urgently shouted, "That person just called you Zhu Qing? You... are you Zhu Zhuqing?"

He recognized her. That uncanny speed and those fierce claw strikes aimed specifically at vital points were clearly the inherited Martial Soul and combat techniques of the Zhu Family of the Star Luo Empire!

However, Zhu Zhuqing had perfectly inherited Lin Feng's particular talent for infuriating people to death without paying for it.

She could not be bothered to respond to Dai Mubai at all. Instead, her attacks became even fiercer and sharper, every strike aimed directly at his vital points, leaving Dai Mubai utterly frustrated and miserable enough to vomit blood.

At that moment, her mind was clear and empty, with all her attention focused on putting into practice the new Cultivation Method her teacher had bestowed upon her through Direct Transmission the previous night.

The more she fought, the deeper her understanding of the Cultivation Method became, and the more naturally she wielded it.

This Cultivation Method came with an armor-piercing effect. Dai Mubai's prized White Tiger Body Protection Barrier often shattered with a bang before enduring even two exchanges under her attacks.

Her speed, strength, and attack penetration had all increased astonishingly.

Although her Soul Power Level was only 28, far below Dai Mubai's 37, her movement technique was more agile, her methods more cunning, and her Cultivation Method more bizarre!

"I told you to stop! Did you hear me?!"

"If you don't stop, don't blame me for truly showing no mercy!"

"Bitch, you're courting death..."

Dai Mubai roared repeatedly, trying to intimidate her with words.

Zhu Zhuqing continued to turn a deaf ear, and a mocking cold smile even curled across her lips.

He had been the one getting suppressed and beaten from beginning to end. Where did he get the confidence and nerve to talk about showing no mercy?

She had long been familiar with the various Soul Skill patterns of the Dai Family's White Tiger Martial Soul, and she already had ways to deal with them.

As long as she broke that turtle shell, Dai Mubai was simply no match for her!

She was fast, but he still had to be able to hit her first.

Slash—

Another claw swept past, adding another bloody gash to Dai Mubai's arm.

In just a short while, dozens of wounds of varying depths covered his body. His clothes were torn, and blood streamed down him.

Zhu Zhuqing was extremely measured in her attacks. None of them were fatal, yet every one tore open his flesh and made pain bore into his heart.

The force was just right—enough to leave him dazed without damaging his brain.

Dai Mubai bared his teeth in pain. Despite possessing a body full of Soul Power, he was suppressed until he had no ability to fight back. He could only defend passively, utterly bedraggled.

Frustrating! Too frustrating!