Don't Hit the Face

A muffled thud echoed as Wu Feng stumbled back four or five steps, each footprint cracking the hardened ground beneath her.

Wang Dong flew backward for twenty or thirty feet, her butterfly wings fully unfurled to barely arrest her momentum.

Both were Power Attack System Soul Masters, but while the Red Dragon martial soul focused on physical strength, the Goddess of Light Butterfly favored energy-based attacks; in this exchange, Wang Dong was at a slight disadvantage.

At this moment, Nanmen Yun'er of Ning Tian's team seized the opportunity to strike, moving like a wisp of green smoke to cross over thirty feet in an instant and arrive before Xiao Xiao.

A pair of emerald wings sprouted near Nanmen Yun'er's shoulder blades.

These emerald wings were petite and lacked the brilliance of butterfly wings, but they beat with incredible speed, leaving only afterimages that made the physical form impossible to track. Nanmen Yun'er struck toward Xiao Xiao's face with hands that looked as delicate and verdant as carved jade.

In the distance, Ning Tian extended his right hand, his voice crisp and clear, "Seven Treasures turn out a glazed tile."

A brilliant, multicolored seven-colored rainbow light erupted from his body, converging upon his right palm to form a pagoda. It was layered and distinct, its surface shimmering with light as if inlaid with rare gemstones.

Two yellow and one purple soul rings rose rapidly, pulsing rhythmically around the exquisite pagoda hovering above his palm. Ning Tian held the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda aloft with both hands and shouted, "Seven Treasures has a name, the first is: Speed."

The first soul ring lit up, and the exquisite pagoda bloomed with a bright yellow radiance, gathering into a scorching beam that bolstered both Wu Feng and Nanmen Yun'er.

The speed of Nanmen Yun'er's strikes against Xiao Xiao surged abruptly; her palms became a blur, losing all discernible shape.

Xiao Xiao had not expected Nanmen Yun'er's assault to be so swift, but unfortunately, Nanmen Yun'er only managed to strike a mere inch before failing to achieve a breakthrough.

A Psychic Shield—Ralts was monitoring the battlefield at every moment and instantly constructed a psychic barrier to block Nanmen Yun'er's rapid-fire strikes.

When Nanmen Yun'er's attack failed, the shield transformed into chains, binding her limbs and vital joints.

Xiao Xiao's thoughts shifted, and the Three-Life Soul-Suppressing Cauldron split into three, the three cauldrons landing with a roar to surround Nanmen Yun'er on three sides.

Cauldron Shock! Cauldron Sweep! Xiao Xiao's first and second soul rings lit up in sequence as the three cauldrons slammed heavily into the ground, their three shockwaves converging before the cauldrons themselves followed up with a ferocious collision.

Nanmen Yun'er's two soul rings flashed simultaneously, her hands blooming with emerald light as a faint green hue covered her arms, shattering the psychic locks on her elbows. She pressed her palms together, preparing to release her second soul skill.

However, the converging shockwaves enveloped her in an instant, feeling like a heavy hammer striking the back of her head; Nanmen Yun'er nearly lost consciousness, and the release of her soul skill stalled.

A checkmate?

"Seven Treasures has a name, the second is: Release; the third is: Power."

Ning Tian chanted the soul incantations at high speed, and two beams of light passed through the gaps between the three cauldrons, striking Nanmen Yun'er simultaneously, while a third beam hit Wu Feng, who was still entangled with Wang Dong.

The dizziness was dispelled, and with a massive surge in strength, Nanmen Yun'er immediately broke free from the psychic locks and instantly released her second soul skill. The emerald light on her palms fused and extended into blades of light, spinning to slash at the three cauldrons.

The sound of metal striking stone rang out sharply, and the cauldrons stalled for a split second, allowing Nanmen Yun'er to leap away and avoid their combined strike.

Although she successfully escaped, Nanmen Yun'er paid a heavy price; her hands were nearly numb, her arms trembled violently, and her combat effectiveness plummeted.

It was not without gain, however, as Nanmen Yun'er stared at Xiao Xiao.

Having released two soul skills and driven the three cauldrons, Xiao Xiao's soul power expenditure must have been higher than her own; yet, Xiao Xiao's cultivation was only at level 22, meaning their side still held the upper hand.

"Imprison."

Bai Cai was full of confidence, as if victory were already in his grasp.

His yellow soul ring flashed repeatedly, and a surging mental wave rolled forth; the yellow, yellow, and purple soul rings were stained with a grayish-white hue, sealing them all completely.

Ning Tian remained exceptionally calm. "Yun'er, pin down Xiao Xiao. Wu Feng, end this quickly!"

The effects of Bai Cai's soul skill had already been exposed, and as the young master of the Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Sect, Ning Tian naturally had his own channels for gathering information.

On the surface, their team held an absolute advantage, but against Bai Cai's team, the win rate was likely only seventy percent, if not lower.

Although Wu Feng and Yun'er's attributes were equivalent to Soul Elders after the buffs, Wang Dong's second soul ring was already a thousand-year ring. Furthermore, was sealing three soul rings truly the limit of Bai Cai's ability?

Delay leads to change; they had to end this quickly!

"Dragon's Fury!"

A crimson light bloomed from her petite body as her second soul ring suddenly flared. The Dragon Fire took on a scorching dark red hue, her fine scales became ferocious and thick, her eyes turned blood-red, and her left hand transformed completely into a dragon claw.

Second soul skill, Dragon's Fury!

In the state of Dragon's Fury, attack power increased by one hundred percent, defense by one hundred percent, and other soul skill effects were boosted by an additional fifty percent. The temperature of Wu Feng's body climbed sharply, the heat waves distorting the air until the horizon became blurred.

At the Soul Elder rank, the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda's boost had already reached forty percent. With the Dragon's Fury state layered with a forty percent speed boost and a forty percent strength boost, Wu Feng's true combat power was no less than that of a Soul Elder.

Side kicks, piercing claws, knee strikes, elbow strikes—every one of Wu Feng's attacks carried scorching flames, leaving Wang Dong struggling to parry and unable to defend.

Nanmen Yun'er pinned down Xiao Xiao; whenever the soul cauldrons moved even slightly, she would immediately charge forward to intimidate Xiao Xiao, forcing her into a defensive stance.

The scales of victory gradually tipped toward Ning Tian's team as Wu Feng's attack style grew increasingly wild, forcing Wang Dong to retreat again and again.

"Light of the Butterfly Goddess!"

Wang Dong had nowhere left to retreat; behind her stood Xiao Xiao and Bai Cai. Her second soul ring lit up, the purple ring shining brilliantly as the four wings of the Goddess of Light Butterfly martial soul radiated intense light.

Across the magnificent azure butterfly wings, golden light patterns bloomed with blinding radiance, as if there were two suns in the sky. The light patterns converged on the two forewings, and the brilliant golden light instantly swallowed Wu Feng, who was still in the state of Dragon's Fury.

A thousand-year soul ring, an offensive soul skill: Light of the Butterfly Goddess!

With the boost from the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda layered over the Dragon's Fury, Wu Feng, her body burning with dragon fire, successfully resisted the power of the Light of the Butterfly Goddess, stumbling back only a few steps.

"Light of the Butterfly Goddess!"

Regardless of the soul power cost, her second soul ring lit up once more, and the brilliant golden light instantly engulfed the stubbornly resisting Wu Feng, shattering the dragon fire with sheer force.

The brilliant golden light extinguished the dragon fire and, with its power undiminished, struck Wu Feng down directly, causing the hardened ground to shatter into a web of cracks.

Butterfly wings fluttered as Wang Dong gathered momentum, pinning her down with a knee; Wu Feng let out a muffled groan, a trace of blood spilling from the corner of her lips. The beautiful youth panted incessantly, the burden of unleashing the Light of the Butterfly Goddess twice in succession proving immense.

A rich fragrance permeated the air, accompanied by humid mist; Wu Feng's breathing grew rapid as she suddenly snapped to her senses, her first soul ring lighting up once more as the Dragon Fire blazed fiercely.

However, the dual amplification of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda had already dissipated, and with the continuous use of Dragon's Fury, Wu Feng's soul power consumption was now little different from Wang Dong's.

Although Wang Dong was handsome and dashing, Wu Feng still felt she had suffered a tremendous humiliation. Their fighting posture was particularly unseemly, bearing no difference to the flirtations described in romantic novels.

Regrettably, Wang Dong paid no heed to this delicate and alluring atmosphere, swinging a heavy fist into the left side of Wu Feng's cheek; the half of her face covered in fine dragon scales possessed an exotic beauty, the skin surprisingly supple and feeling excellent to the touch.