Sacred Spirit Sect Squad, Brutally Beaten

Little did they know, the movements of Yan Feng and his group had long been seen clearly by Yu Daoyun.

He had not expected to encounter this bunch of rats from the Sacred Spirit Sect in the Extreme North.

These fellows seemed to be preparing to hunt Soul Beasts; it appeared they had learned their lesson after suffering too many setbacks in the Star Dou Great Forest, to the point that they had to come all the way to the Extreme North to carry out their mission.

As the future Sea God Pavilion Master, Yu Daoyun naturally could not stand idly by.

Yu Daoyun muttered to himself in his heart, "My current status is the Emperor of the Extreme North; even without the Snow Empress's order, I can command the Soul Beasts. The Titan Snow Demon tribe happens to be nearby—it's the perfect opportunity to let these big guys give these Evil Soul Masters a taste of misery."

"It is a pity that I cannot have a hearty battle; the Sacred Spirit Sect's operation is too well-planned. There is actually a high-level seventh-ring Soul Saint in this team."

With that, Yu Daoyun turned and left the area, heading toward the nearby Titan Snow Demon tribe to fetch reinforcements.

He also wanted to play the role of a beast tamer for once, shouting at the Soul Beasts: Go, hundred-thousand-year Titan Snow Demons, use your giant fists to smash them to pieces!

In the blink of an eye, several hours passed.

The team of Evil Soul Masters from the Sacred Spirit Sect had set up their Soul Tool traps and were hiding in the valley, waiting for an opportunity, keeping watch like their elder for the prey to arrive.

Yan Feng and his team members were discussing tactics, thinking about how to quickly hunt down the Soul Beasts.

Soon, the ground began to tremble, shaking the mountains.

Yan Feng and the others were overjoyed.

It was here; the fat meat they were waiting for was coming.

But what was with this commotion? They were supposed to be hunting Icefield Crocodiles, right? How could a crocodile cause such a massive tremor that the ground itself was cracking?

However, just at that moment, the leading elder suddenly said, "This is bad! What's coming isn't an Icefield Crocodile, but Titan Snow Demons—and not just one, but several hundred-thousand-year Titan Snow Demons, along with Ice Jade Scorpions from the Extreme North. We are surrounded by Soul Beasts!"

The expressions of Yan Feng and his group changed drastically.

Hundred-thousand-year Titan Snow Demons?

This... how could this be? This wasn't the territory of the Titan Snow Demon tribe.

Yan Feng's mouth twitched as he asked, "Elder, are you joking?"

The elder had no mind for jokes; he immediately grabbed his disciples and grand-disciples and began to flee for his life.

The Titan Snow Demon tribe and the Ice Jade Scorpions were the clans of the three great kings of the Extreme North.

If they didn't leave now, none of them would make it out today.

They hadn't waited for the Icefield Crocodiles, but instead, they had waited for Titan Snow Demons with bodies larger than mountains.

The next moment, a heaven-shaking, earth-shattering sound erupted from the outer region of the Extreme North as countless Titan Snow Demons, resembling small mountains, launched an attack on the group of Evil Soul Masters.

In an instant, glaciers collapsed and avalanches broke out everywhere.

At this moment.

Yu Daoyun stood atop a hundred-thousand-year Titan Snow Demon, watching the Sacred Spirit Sect elder being swatted like a rat, and laughed with a sound like a goose cry.

This disheveled appearance looked exactly like Jerry getting beaten up.

So this is how satisfying it feels to do bad things!

Thinking this, Yu Daoyun immediately issued an order: "Kill them all, leave no one alive."

Once the order of the local Emperor of the Extreme North was given, the Titan Snow Demons and Ice Jade Scorpions instantly went into a frenzy, launching a wild assault on the enemies fleeing across the ground.

The elder of the Sacred Spirit Sect felt a bitterness beyond words.

Being kicked around like a ball, yet unable to show any temper.

Just then, the Sacred Spirit Sect elder and Yan Feng spotted Yu Daoyun standing on the Titan Snow Demon not far away.

That red school uniform was far too conspicuous.

It was someone from the Shrek Inner Court Inspection Team.

Yan Feng, who had spent years playing cat-and-mouse with the Inspection Team, recognized him instantly, his face twisting in rage.

Yan Feng was furious, shouting, "Shrek, I will never share the same sky as you!!"

Yu Daoyun's expression darkened.

Is that any way to speak to the local Emperor of the Extreme North?

Not a shred of manners.

Yu Daoyun shouted again, "Form up! Give these Evil Soul Masters a sound thrashing and let them know who their daddy is."

The Titan Snow Demons launched another attack.

The members of the Sacred Spirit Sect were trampled like ants.

They were anxious and furious, yet they had no way to deal with the opponent.

But if they continued to flee, it would surely be a dead end.

Thinking this, the Sacred Spirit Sect elder had a flash of inspiration and said to Yan Feng, "I will create an opening for you; take the chance to kill that Shrek Inner Court disciple. He is only a fifth-ring Soul King."

Yan Feng nodded firmly, indicating that he would certainly be able to do it.

He possessed a top-tier Bone Dragon Martial Soul; killing a Soul King in an instant would not be difficult.

There was no time left for them to dwell on why a Shrek student could command the Soul Beasts of the Extreme North; their minds were entirely focused on killing.

As long as they eliminated that student from the Shrek Inner Court, they would surely have a chance to escape.

The next moment, the elder of the Sacred Spirit Sect abruptly activated his Martial Soul Avatar, dodging a lethal strike from the hundred-thousand-year Titan Snow Demon before vanishing from sight.

His Martial Soul was a Ghost, a pure Evil Soul.

Yu Daoyun narrowed his eyes.

An Evil Soul Master is truly an Evil Soul Master; they certainly have plenty of ways to save their own skins.

However, in the very next second, Yan Feng appeared behind Yu Daoyun, his hands transforming into Bone Dragon Claws as he lunged forward, roaring, "Go to hell!"

Yu Daoyun reacted instantly, the corners of his mouth curling upward.

To unleash a Dragon Martial Soul in front of a possessor of the Golden Dragon King bloodline—he truly had no fear of death.

He took a single step forward, and his Dragon Might erupted instantly.

Yan Feng's expression shifted violently; it was as if he had seen the ancestor of his own Martial Soul, and he withered in terror. Before his dragon claws could pierce Yu Daoyun's chest, the opponent grabbed them and crushed them into powder in an instant.

Yu Daoyun raised his fist, his Second Soul Skill lighting up as he swung it fiercely toward Yan Feng's chest.

"To unleash a Martial Soul in front of a Dragon King Martial Soul, you truly do not know the height of the sky or the depth of the earth."

"Second Soul Skill, Golden Dragon Blast."

BOOM—!

A powerful surge of soul power tore through Yan Feng's body, sending him flying like a cannonball for several hundred meters.

When Yan Feng stood up again, he spat out several mouthfuls of blood; his ribs were shattered, and his internal organs had been displaced.

So strong, such terrifying power.

This person possesses a Dragon King Martial Soul; he cannot be defeated by force.

Just then, seeing Yan Feng defeated, the Sacred Spirit Sect elder didn't have time to think and shouted, "Young Master, go! This old man will cover the retreat."

With that, he resolutely stood in front of the sect disciples and activated an Invincible Barrier.

Yan Feng and the others immediately pulled out one-time-use Invincible Barriers, forcibly charging out of the encirclement of Soul Beasts.

Several minutes later, the Sacred Spirit Sect elder was smashed into pulp by the Titan Snow Demon, while Yan Feng and the others retreated to safety.

Watching this scene, Yu Daoyun did not give chase.

Do not pursue a desperate foe; the disciples of the Sacred Spirit Sect had too many trump cards, and he was alone—he might run into high-level Evil Soul Masters coming to their aid.

Although there was an eighty percent chance of killing them all, a twenty percent risk was still too great.

Regardless, he had played the role of the local emperor of the Extreme North enough for this time.

Afterward, Yu Daoyun said to the Titan Snow Demon, "Strengthen the defenses of the outer perimeter to prevent human Soul Masters from entering the Extreme North for poaching. I am heading back now; give my regards to my sister."

The Titan Snow Demon raised its head and beat its chest excitedly, saying, "I understand, Young Master, travel safely!"

Hundred-thousand-year Soul Beasts are capable of speech, but many simply choose not to speak.

This is because learning human language makes them feel as though they are betraying the Ice God.

Of course, it is different for those of noble status.

For instance, their Young Master of the Extreme North.

Yu Daoyun nodded and flew off toward the Heaven Dou Empire.

Calculating the time, it was almost time for class.