"You..."
Feng Xiaotian's breathing caught.
The jealousy in his eyes had faded, but his fury burned even more fiercely. His expression grew graver and more serious.
Flapping his Wind Wings as he hovered in midair, Feng Xiaotian looked down at Ye Qifeng below and said in a deep voice:
"That was merely an appetizer. Next, I'll go all out. Don't say I didn't warn you—you'd better summon your Martial Soul."
Ye Qifeng rubbed his forehead speechlessly.
Are you really that eager to get beaten up?
You insist on making me activate my Martial Soul?
Do you really want me to do that?
Any one of his Shadow Martial Soul's four Spirit Skills—Dark Moon of the Black Blade, Shadow Bind, Dark Shadow Vision, or Night Slaughter—would be enough to crush Feng Xiaotian back and forth several times.
In truth, even without activating his Martial Soul, Ye Qifeng could still crush Feng Xiaotian. He had no shortage of cultivation techniques and combat skills from his previous life.
For movement techniques, Ye Qifeng had Meteor Phantom.
Meteor Phantom was a top-tier movement technique from an advanced fantasy world, far beyond what Tang San's Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track from a low-martial world could compare to.
Even though he had only grasped the most basic fundamentals of Meteor Phantom, it was still far stronger than Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track—not by just a little.
That bastard Tang San had been able to evade Feng Xiaotian's aura lock with Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track.
There was even less need to mention his Meteor Phantom.
Feng Xiaotian's First Spirit Skill, Wind Blade Array, could not lock onto him at all and was utterly ineffective against him.
As for speed, Feng Xiaotian was no match for him either.
For close combat techniques, Ye Qifeng had Taiji Fist and Heaven and