Feng Yusheng stopped in midair.
Lin Fei and Huanhuan stood before him, while Ying Wushuang stood behind him.
A wolf in front, a tiger behind.
He was trapped between advancing and retreating.
He secretly regretted it. Had he known these two would be so difficult to manipulate, he would have been better off fleeing alone.
The only thing he could do now was sow discord.
He had to prevent Ying Wushuang and Lin Fei from joining forces, perhaps even provoke a conflict between them.
That way, he would have a chance to escape.
"Brother Wushuang, you and I are both ranked among the prodigies. Why should we fight and let outsiders reap the benefits?"
"Those two have unknown origins and cannot be trusted. As long as you're willing to spare me, within this Immortal Selection Ground, I am willing to follow your every command."
Ying Wushuang looked at Feng Yusheng with a smiling face, not the least bit anxious.
"Hahaha, Feng Yusheng, you fickle little man. Do you really think I'd believe you?"
"Friends ahead, I think your proposal is quite good. The three of us should join forces and kill him."
"I don't want anything. I just want him dead!"
Feng Yusheng's face turned livid. He clenched his fists tightly, producing crackling sounds.
"Bastards!"
"You want to kill me? No chance!"
Feng Yusheng suddenly formed a hand seal and cast a spell.
His figure transformed into a ball of water.
The water ball burst apart, becoming ten water men that fled in different directions to either side.
The auras of these ten water men were identical, making it impossible to tell which one was the true body.
Lin Fei frowned and immediately cast a spell.
"Life-Locking Soul-Chasing Art!"
This technique was an inheritance of the White Bone Divine Lord.