Martial Soul New Effect, True Damage Plus Burning!

At this moment, Zhao Wuji looked at Chen Feng. He did not know that Chen Feng was the grandson of Sword Douluo Chen Xin; otherwise, even if he were given a hundred guts, he would never dare to lay a hand on Chen Feng.

Chen Feng had just upgraded his Martial Soul, and he wanted to test the strength of this Purple Nether Divine Sword.

Although Zhao Wuji was a Soul Saint, even Tang San's hidden weapons could injure him, so how could his own Purple Nether Sword Martial Soul be inferior to Tang San's hidden weapons?

Even if he were not a match and found himself in mortal danger, he did not believe that Zhao Wuji would dare to harm him once he revealed his identity.

Therefore, he could use Zhao Wuji to practice his skills!

He looked coldly at Chen Feng and said, "Kid, let me see what you're truly capable of!"

As he spoke, Zhao Wuji threw a punch down toward Chen Feng.

Earth-yellow soul power fluctuations condensed, roaring like a collapsing Mount Tai, making the entire space seem to tremble, with sonic booms echoing through the air.

Chen Feng took a deep breath, and the next moment, he bent his legs and leaped lightly.

In an instant, Chen Feng dodged Zhao Wuji's attack.

"Hmph! Kid, you're quite good at dodging!"

Zhao Wuji let out a cold snort, stomped his left foot on the ground, and a rich yellow light erupted from his body. At the same time, a layer of yellow barrier quickly covered his entire frame.

"Kid, don't run!"

Accompanied by Zhao Wuji's roar, two massive fists smashed violently toward Chen Feng with a piercing whistle of wind.

Chen Feng's figure shifted rapidly, dodging Zhao Wuji's attack in an instant.

Chen Feng's speed was extremely fast. Although it was not as violent as Zhao Wuji's attacks, every step he took seemed exquisite and peerless.

He kept moving, always maintaining a safe distance, refusing to engage in close combat with Zhao Wuji—a very clever strategy.

Under the execution of his footwork, he appeared as elusive as a phantom.

Every punch Zhao Wuji threw hit nothing but air, and his anger grew with every miss.

Chen Feng's footwork was profound and mysterious, and his speed was immense.

However, Chen Feng could always predict his attacks in advance. His fists could not touch even a hair on Chen Feng.

Chen Feng was very clear that Zhao Wuji possessed a very cumbersome Martial Soul; as long as he maintained a safe distance, he could not be harmed.

"Gravity Enhancement!"

Zhao Wuji let out a low shout, and his third thousand-year soul ring lit up.

The surrounding air suddenly became incredibly heavy!

That kid's speed was too fast; Zhao Wuji couldn't even see his figure clearly. If he didn't slow the opponent down, he wouldn't even have a chance to find him, let alone attack.

As soon as this soul skill was unleashed, Chen Feng's figure did indeed slow down by a few notches!

"Targeting Lock!"

The kid's speed was too monstrous, and opportunities were fleeting. If he were to be suppressed like this, he would truly have no chance to react!

The tracking lock attached to his fourth soul skill instantly locked onto Chen Feng's figure!

"Gravity Squeeze!"

Seizing this fleeting opportunity, Zhao Wuji roared furiously!

In an instant, the air within a hundred meters seemed to be compressed by a terrifying force, centered on Zhao Wuji!

Chen Feng was instantly caught in the squeeze!

Once tracked, Zhao Wuji could follow him, greatly reducing his speed advantage!

And this Gravity Squeeze left him with no chance to escape!

Chen Feng felt a slight sense of surprise.

At this moment, the Kamisato beside him immediately took action, and the Kamisato Art Tachi in her hand radiated a terrifying light.

"Kamisato Art: Frostfall!"

In an instant, a terrifying storm surged toward Zhao Wuji, and the chilling frost condensed instantly, temporarily freezing Zhao Wuji and pinning him in place.

Immediately following this, the first soul ring on Chen Feng's body lit up.

"First Soul Skill, Falling Clear Autumn!"

Chen Feng's first soul skill was a fusion of movement and attack. Once activated, he could immediately enter an untargetable state, break free from control instantly, and make his footwork even more ethereal.

In an instant, Chen Feng broke free from Zhao Wuji's control.

Zhao Wuji then coldly shouted, "Do you think mere ice can trap me?"

Boom—

With a loud noise, Zhao Wuji shattered the ice and charged toward Chen Feng.

At this time, Chen Feng was still in the state of Falling Clear Autumn, instantly turning into a series of afterimages as the long sword in his hand swung continuously.

"You are just a Soul Grand Master; can your sword really cause damage to me?"

Zhao Wuji let out a cold shout as he stood his ground, while Chen Feng's sword slashed against his body, strike after strike.

He suddenly discovered with astonishment that Chen Feng's blade seemed to possess some mysterious power, capable of easily piercing through his skin.

Blood flowed down from his skin, and furthermore, the purple flames on Chen Feng's longsword continued to scorch the surface of his flesh.

His body was not only in pain but also plagued by an unbearable, maddening itch—it was a form of extreme agony.

"How can this be? How did you brat break through my defense, and how does your attack carry a burning effect?"

This was the new effect of Chen Feng's Purple Nether: true damage and burning.

The flames attached to his longsword carried a true damage effect; as long as it broke the enemy's skin, the purple flames would cling to the target and begin to burn continuously.

Not only that, but the purple flames also carried paralysis and toxins.

That was precisely why Zhao Wuji's body felt so itchy.

"Get lost!"

Zhao Wuji struggled frantically, unleashing a series of terrifying soul skills, but they were of no use; under Chen Feng's Falling Clear Autumn state, he had no way to lock onto Chen Feng at all.

In the end, Zhao Wuji could only watch helplessly as the wounds on his body multiplied, blood dripping down continuously until it stained the entire ground red.

At this moment, shock was visible in everyone's eyes.

Whether it was Dai Mubai, Ning Rongrong, or Zhu Zhuqing.

Their hearts were filled with immense awe.

Zhao Wuji was a Soul Saint powerhouse, his strength terrifyingly formidable.

Yet now, he was covered in so many wounds from Chen Feng's sword, and he looked to be in such unbearable distress?

How could this be possible?

Ning Rongrong took a step back, murmuring, "Chen Feng, is this the real you? Have you been hiding your strength all this time?"

Dai Mubai was utterly shocked; he knew very well in his heart that if Chen Feng had used his full strength that day, he would have undoubtedly been the one to die.

With those words finished, Zhao Wuji gritted his teeth fiercely and formed hand seals.

"Seventh Soul Skill, Avatar of the Martial Soul!"

Suddenly, heavy metallic armor emerged all over Zhao Wuji's body, and his skin began to shimmer with golden light.

"Rumble..."

Waves of terrifying power erupted continuously from Zhao Wuji's body, causing the plants surrounding him to shatter into pieces and vanish into the air.

Zhao Wuji's body grew instantly, transforming into a massive bear standing over ten meters tall.

His entire body was covered in pale yellow soul power armor, radiating a sharp, piercing edge as if he were a humanoid Vajra!

Zhao Wuji's eyes were bloodshot, his killing intent soaring to the heavens as he glared fixedly at Chen Feng, a formidable pressure erupting from his body!

Chen Feng narrowed his eyes; he knew he had encountered a troublesome opponent!

"Little brat, today, I will definitely teach you a lesson!"

Zhao Wuji roared, his body flickering as he arrived before Chen Feng in an instant.

He threw a punch, and a golden fist shadow whistled through the air, flying straight toward Chen Feng.