Dai Mubai's Provocation!

Dai Mubai's cold, wicked gaze landed on Chen Feng, and he nodded. "Very good. It has been a long time since anyone dared to speak to me like that."

"There are soul power fluctuations on you both; you must be Soul Masters."

"In that case, come at me together. If you can beat me, I will leave immediately. Otherwise, this young lady will have to join me for dinner tonight."

Hearing the double-pupiled man's words, the twin girls beside him couldn't help but giggle. They showed no signs of worry, obediently releasing the arms they were holding and stepping aside.

Just then, the manager of the restaurant hurried out, his face full of anxiety. "Let's talk this over, let's talk this over. Please, don't resort to violence."

Dai Mubai glanced at him sideways. "Manager, what is it? Do you not want me to patronize your establishment anymore?"

The manager wiped the sweat from his forehead and forced a smile. "Young Master Dai, please don't say that. I only run a restaurant, and I hope everyone can value peace above all else!"

Chen Feng looked at Dai Mubai with icy eyes. "I just taught Tang San a lesson this morning. I didn't expect to have to teach you one now."

"Kid, are you that confident? Just based on you, you think you're worthy of teaching this young master a lesson?" Dai Mubai said coldly.

"Young Master Dai, Young Master Dai, please..." Manager Wang was frantic, his expression full of pleading.

A sharp light flashed in Dai Mubai's eyes. "Enough nonsense. I will cover all damages."

At this moment, Kamisato Ayaka stood up and came to Chen Feng's side, whispering a reminder: "Traveler, please be careful. He is even stronger than that Tang San!"

Chen Feng remembered that in the original story, Dai Mubai and Tang San had fought the moment they met.

In the end, the two were evenly matched, with Dai Mubai not having much of an advantage. Since he was able to defeat Tang San, it shouldn't be difficult to win against this Dai Mubai.

At this moment, Dai Mubai looked at Chen Feng coldly and said, "Kid, you two come at me together. This young master never bullies people!"

Hearing Dai Mubai say this, Kamisato immediately prepared to respond, ready to fight side-by-side with Chen Feng.

Chen Feng shook his head, stepped forward, blocked Kamisato behind him, and whispered, "Don't worry, Ayaka. To deal with him, I alone am enough."

"Traveler, you..."

Chen Feng gave Kamisato Ayaka a firm look and then said, "Trust me."

Kamisato finally nodded. She knew that Chen Feng was not a reckless person; since he chose to challenge Dai Mubai alone, he must have his reasons.

At this moment, Dai Mubai's eyes were filled with frost. He looked at Chen Feng coldly and said in a deep voice, "Since you are seeking death, then I shall grant your wish!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his entire body turned into a phantom and charged forward. His speed was as fast as thunder, and his momentum was vast and imposing.

Chen Feng narrowed his eyes. He dared not be careless. He kicked the ground hard with his right leg, and with the immense force from his soles, his figure shot out. At the same time, he clenched his right fist, circulating his soul power frantically, concentrating it into his fist before slamming it toward Dai Mubai.

Bang!

Their fists collided, instantly erupting with a violent shockwave.

Dai Mubai let out a muffled groan and was forced back several steps.

Chen Feng also retreated a step. He had to admit that Dai Mubai's cultivation realm was indeed a bit higher than his.

However, that did not mean he had no chance of winning.

"White Tiger, Possession." A layer of intense, pale white light suddenly erupted from his body. Dai Mubai stretched both arms out to his sides, puffed out his chest, and his entire skeleton crackled as his muscles suddenly expanded, stretching his clothes.

Every muscle became extremely prominent beneath his clothing, and even the air around him seemed to become agitated.

His golden hair instantly turned black and white, with white being the dominant color, though several strands of black were distinctly visible. Four faint lines appeared on his forehead—three horizontal and one vertical—forming the character for "King."

His hands underwent the most significant change, growing to twice their original size. White fur covered his palms, and as his fingers twitched, dagger-like claws continuously extended and retracted. Each claw was like a blade, eight inches long, flickering with a sinister, cold light.

Dai Mubai leaned forward slowly, his double pupils turning a deep, dark blue. He gave off the feeling of a killing machine.

Beneath his feet, three bright rings rose in succession—two yellow and one purple. As the soul rings swirled, a surging, wave-like pressure of soul power rushed toward them.

One could see three soul rings appearing on Dai Mubai's body; his third soul ring was purple.

"Dai Mubai, Martial Soul: White Tiger, Level 37 Battle Soul Elder." Amidst his overbearing aura, the young master announced his martial soul and level, signifying a formal challenge.

Chen Feng's gaze remained calm, and he extended his hand, instantly manifesting the Frost Snow Sword.

Then, Chen Feng's two soul rings also emerged.

One yellow, one purple.

Seeing Chen Feng's purple soul ring, Dai Mubai was shocked, his eyes filled with confusion.

According to the plot, it should be impossible for Chen Feng to possess a purple soul ring!

But soon, his gaze locked onto Chen Feng again, because he noticed that although Chen Feng had released his soul skill, his soul power fluctuations remained at around level 25, or even lower.

Yet, how could someone like that have a thousand-year second soul ring?

"Your second soul ring is actually a thousand-year one?" Dai Mubai asked, looking at Chen Feng.

Chen Feng looked at Dai Mubai calmly. "What, are you afraid?"

Dai Mubai sneered coldly. "I am a Soul Elder, and you are merely a Soul Grand Master. Do you think I would be afraid of you?"

"Go to hell!"

Dai Mubai moved. After his Martial Soul Possession, he seemed to have turned into a completely different person. Just as his white hair began to flutter, his body, filled with explosive power, had already arrived in front of Chen Feng.

The claws on his ten fingers extended simultaneously, raking toward Chen Feng's body.

Chen Feng sneered, waving the long sword in his hand. A terrifying sword aura erupted, rushing head-on to meet Dai Mubai's attack.

A cruel arc appeared at the corners of Dai Mubai's mouth; he brought his claws together, and a strange melody suddenly burst forth.

At the same time, the White Tiger phantom behind him suddenly raised its forelimbs, striking toward Chen Feng with claws as sharp as blades.

Simultaneously, Chen Feng flipped his wrist, his blade slicing through the air to strike directly at Dai Mubai's throat.

Everything happened too quickly, in the blink of an eye.

Before the savage grin on Dai Mubai's face could even fade, the sword energy had already arrived.

Sshhh—

The sound of shattering claws rang out as Dai Mubai winced in pain; the terrifying sword energy instantly slashed across his arm, drawing blood!

Dai Mubai looked at the blood on his hand, secretly shocked.

He had never expected that a mere Soul Grand Master could actually wound him!