Golden Crocodile and Guang Ling's Peering Eyes

As Nan Feng's flamboyant words fell, the atmosphere across the entire battlefield turned incredibly bizarre. Not to mention the members of the Clear Sky Sect, even those on the side of the Martial Soul Hall had not expected such a "top-tier powerhouse" to appear among their ranks.

Without even manifesting his Martial Soul, he had easily caught a strike from a Clear Sky Sect Elder who had activated his Martial Soul Avatar!

For a moment, the morale of the Martial Soul Hall side surged inexplicably, while a faint trace of despair began to sprout among the Clear Sky Sect members.

If a powerhouse like this were to go on a killing spree, how many of them would be left alive?

The Sixth Elder of the Clear Sky Sect, who had launched the attack, was even more shocked.

He knew better than anyone what had happened with the hammer he had swung down. This person had absolutely not used any Spirit Skills, nor was it any kind of Spirit Bone Skill!

In other words, this man had truly blocked a strike from his Clear Sky Avatar with just a single finger!

Yue Guan and Gui Mei, who knew the inside story, were also completely bewildered.

They had clearly sensed it—Nan Feng only had level 40 Spirit Power!

Steady and exact, not a drop more!

How did he block the Clear Sky Avatar?

No joke, that strike just now—let alone a Soul Ancestor, even they wouldn't dare to play it like that!

They would either have to dodge or activate their own Martial Soul Avatars to block it!

"Did you not hear what I said?" Nan Feng waved his hand, pulled a large recliner out of his Soul Tool, and lounged back onto it lazily.

"I'll say it again: you aren't qualified to fight me. Bring Tang Xiao out!"

Damn it, completely unscathed?

No, no, no. The only explanation for him being unscathed is that the hammer strike just now could have insta-killed him!

The kind that empties the health bar in one hit!

To put it more vividly, it was like triggering a Name Blade at full health!

Thrilling!

A single hammer blow wiped out ten percent of his Spirit Power!

The Clear Sky Hammer is truly terrifying!

With that kind of lethal attack, if he had to take nine more, he would be finished on the spot!

"May I ask, which High Priest are you, Senior?" The Sixth Elder's attitude had become much more respectful.

To be able to block his attack in this manner, there was only one possibility: a Title Douluo!

And a peak Douluo of level ninety-five or higher at that!

Legend had it that they were hidden deep within the shadows of the Elder Hall, the highest defensive force of Martial Soul Hall!

A High Priest?

Nan Feng leaned back on his lounge chair, coldly glancing at the giant hammer opposite him. "Do I need to say it a third time?"

The Sixth Elder felt a surge of anger, yet he dared not show it. He cupped his hands in a salute and retreated in a flash.

If the other party could easily catch his Clear Sky Avatar, then killing him would be just as effortless!

With that level of strength, he wouldn't even have a chance to fight for his life!

At this point, the battlefield fell into a dead silence. Nan Feng lay in the center of the battlefield in such a bizarre manner, eyes closed in rest, yet not a single person dared to make a move.

"Second Brother, this kid... have you figured out his trick?"

In the shadows, the Second Worship, Golden Crocodile Douluo—who had been ordered by Qian Daoliu to oversee the battle and incidentally kill two Clear Sky Sect elders—along with the Fifth Worship, Guang Ling Douluo, who had come along to watch the spectacle, had also witnessed that strange scene.

Guang Ling truly did not understand it.

Without activating his Martial Soul, and without using any Spirit Bone Skills, he had actually managed to block a Clear Sky Avatar unleashed by a Spirit Douluo without suffering a scratch?

To be honest, he wouldn't dare to play like that.

In the entire Martial Soul Hall, the only person who might dare to play like that was likely the one standing right beside him.

Golden Crocodile Douluo, with his Golden Crocodile King Martial Soul, possessed defensive capabilities that were practically a joke; even the Grand Priest would have to get serious to have any chance of breaking through Golden Crocodile's defenses.

As for others, even if the rest of the High Priests attacked together, they could only hope to break his defense after Golden Crocodile's spirit power was exhausted. While his spirit power was full, that was just a pipe dream.

"At the moment of impact, there was a momentary, minute fluctuation of spirit power on his body, but..." Golden Crocodile looked puzzled.

"Even I couldn't possibly tank a Clear Sky Avatar without activating my Martial Soul."

A Spirit Master's physical strength depended on their level and their Martial Soul. Spirit Masters with Beast Martial Souls generally had stronger bodies than those with other types, but this was mostly due to their physical constitution; it was impossible for anyone to tank someone else's Martial Soul Avatar without activating their own.

A Spirit Master's cultivation revolved around their Martial Soul, which was their foundation. Without using a Martial Soul and relying solely on spirit power reinforcement, attacking might be possible, but as for defense, even he wouldn't dare to play like that.

In a state of Martial Soul Avatar, he was confident that the hammer strike from earlier wouldn't hurt him, but to do it without activating his Martial Soul, relying purely on his physical body, was a joke.

"Could this kid be some kind of humanoid spirit beast?" Guang Ling wondered aloud.

"That's not it. Back in Martial Soul City, when Bibi Dong appointed this kid as a strategist to head to the front lines with Yue Guan and the other, I saw his Martial Soul," Golden Crocodile said.

"That thing was quite strange. I don't know if it belongs to the Beast Martial Soul category or some kind of support-type Martial Soul."

Guang Ling looked puzzled. "What did it look like?"

"It looked like a statue of a Coiled Dragon," Golden Crocodile said.

"A statue?" Guang Ling was taken aback.

"Can he use Martial Soul Avatar?"

"I don't know. I didn't ask too much at the time; I just had him release his Martial Soul," Golden Crocodile said.

"I originally thought he was just cannon fodder Bibi Dong was using to bluff, but I didn't expect him to have such ability."

"Cannon fodder?" Guang Ling wore a strange expression.

"What do you mean?"

"He's only level forty," Golden Crocodile said.

"..."

"Huh?" Guang Ling looked bewildered.

A level forty Soul Ancestor blocked a Clear Sky Avatar without a scratch?

Are you kidding me?

Skeptical, Guang Ling didn't care about exposing his presence and directly released his Spiritual Power to probe Nan Feng.

"Hmm? Why can't I sense anything?" Guang Ling asked, confused.

High-level Soul Masters can probe low-level Soul Masters through Spiritual Power scanning to roughly judge their Soul Power Level. Of course, this method is not accurate; after all, Spiritual Power can be interfered with. To accurately judge the other party's Soul Power Level, direct contact is still required.

But now, after his Spiritual Power rushed toward that kid, it simply vanished into thin air. He couldn't see anything.

"It should be because of that strange Martial Soul of his," Golden Crocodile said.

"It was the same when I was in Martial Soul City before. My Spiritual Power couldn't see through it; only by direct contact could I sense his actual Soul Power fluctuations."

"The methods he used just now are also highly likely to rely on his special Martial Soul. Perhaps his Martial Soul possesses special abilities in that regard."

The Martial Souls on the Douluo Continent are strange and varied. In addition to the common blades, spears, swords, and halberds, as well as various Beast Martial Souls, some bizarre Martial Souls occasionally appear that might possess special abilities.

"I see..." Guang Ling nodded.

A peculiar Martial Soul ability—that could explain it. After all, he had seen many strange Martial Souls before. Take Gu Rong of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, for instance; because of the uniqueness of his own Martial Soul, he is hailed as the most mysterious and troublesome among the Title Douluos.

I don't know how much time passed, but just as Nan Feng was about to fall asleep in his chair, there was finally some movement from the Clear Sky Sect's side.

The Sixth Elder who had left earlier walked out, accompanied by an old man and a middle-aged man who looked to be in his forties or fifties.

Of course, one cannot judge a Spirit Master's age by their appearance. Once a Spirit Master reaches a certain realm, they can consume their spirit power over a long period to maintain their appearance, halt the aging process, or even become younger to a certain extent.

Generally speaking, only a Title Douluo possesses the ability to make their appearance revert to youth. However, those who have cultivated to that realm do not care much about whether they look young; on the contrary, many prefer to maintain the image of middle age or even old age.

Because this is the most intuitive display of seniority.

It also does not rule out the possibility of some old eccentrics preferring to keep themselves in the state of their youth.

"Clear Sky Sect Master Tang Xiao greets the senior." Tang Xiao walked in front of the two elders, standing at a position about thirty meters away from Nan Feng.

Nan Feng opened his eyes. "You are Tang Xiao?"

"That is correct." Tang Xiao was neither servile nor overbearing.

"Do you know why I have come?" Nan Feng asked, resting his chin on his hand.

"Please enlighten me, Senior." Tang Xiao said in a deep voice.

As his older brother, how could he not know what kind of temperament Tang Hao had?

It was clearly the Martial Soul Hall coveting a 100,000-Year Transformed Spirit Beast. They had failed to succeed years ago and were now acting even more unscrupulously, with three Title Douluo surrounding and killing him. If they were inferior in skill, then Qian Xunji had only himself to blame. Yet, he never expected these people to turn around and bite back; they were truly shameless!