Xiao Wu's Eight-Stage Throw?! Qin Feng's Brutal Rabbit!

"Is this all the skill you have, and you still want to kill me?"

Qin Feng's tone was indifferent.

The next moment, he slammed his right hand downward and used the momentum to fling his opponent.

BOOM!

Dai Mubai's sturdy body was smashed heavily onto the floor at the edge of the arena; the hard granite ground cracked instantly, and gravel flew everywhere.

Immediately after, Qin Feng waved his hand as if tossing out trash.

Dai Mubai flew like a kite with a broken string, soaring directly out of the arena and crashing heavily onto the open ground outside.

"Pfft—"

A mouthful of blood mixed with fragments of internal organs sprayed out wildly.

Dai Mubai rolled his eyes back, nearly fainting on the spot.

The entire arena fell into a deathly silence.

A one-hit kill.

Another one-hit kill.

If the previous punch could be dismissed as a sneak attack or an accident, this time, Dai Mubai had been suppressed with a single hand while at his full explosive power.

Zhu Zhuqing, dangling in Qin Feng's hand, felt her body go limp, but her gaze remained fixed outside the arena.

Watching her fiancé twitching on the ground like a dead dog, a trace of deep disappointment flashed in the depths of her eyes.

Trash.

Is this the prince of the Star Luo Empire? Is this the so-called Evil-Eyed White Tiger?

Aside from being capable of nothing but impotent rage, he couldn't even withstand a single move in front of a true powerhouse.

"Boss Dai!"

On the Shrek Seven Devils side, Oscar cried out in alarm.

Everyone's eyes turned red.

Seeing Dai Mubai beaten so miserably was undoubtedly a slap in the face to the Shrek Seven Devils.

"You dare hurt Boss Dai and bully Zhuqing? You're courting death!"

A pink figure darted out fiercely.

Xiao Wu.

The little girl, a transformed hundred-thousand-year-old hooligan rabbit, was filled with murderous intent.

Although she was only at the thirty-something level, she often made those with higher soul power suffer through her Soft Technique and Teleportation.

"Teleportation!"

A flash of pink light.

Xiao Wu's figure vanished from her spot, and when she reappeared, she was already above Qin Feng's head.

Her long scorpion braid whipped through the air as she performed an incredibly flexible backbend, her legs snapping toward Qin Feng's neck like a pair of scissors.

"Dare to bully Zhuqing? Taste my Eight-Stage Throw!"

Xiao Wu was very smug.

As long as she ensnared someone with her waist-bow, even a Soul Ancestor-level powerhouse would be left dazed and confused by her throws.

Qin Feng looked up at the pink figure descending from the sky.

This girl also needed to be taught a lesson.

He casually released Zhu Zhuqing's tail, letting the Hell Spirit Cat fall to the side.

Just as Xiao Wu's legs were about to wrap around his neck, Qin Feng's hand moved once again.

This time, he didn't block; he reached out and grabbed directly at Xiao Wu's legs.

Fast, accurate, and ruthless.

It was a speed that completely transcended dynamic vision.

Xiao Wu only felt her ankles tighten, followed by an irresistible force.

Before she could even unleash her pride and joy, the Soft Technique, she was frozen in mid-air.

Qin Feng's large hand gripped her lower legs firmly, with a force that felt as if it would crush her bones.

"Such great strength..."

Xiao Wu's beautiful eyes widened in shock.

She tried to activate her second soul skill, Charm, but before she could even look into Qin Feng's eyes, a massive centrifugal force struck her instantly.

Qin Feng swung his arm, as if wielding a pink whip.

The sound of wind whistled in her ears.

Xiao Wu felt the world spinning as her entire rhythm of attack was completely shattered.

"You dare to embarrass yourself with such low-skill wrestling?"

Qin Feng sneered.

He showed no sign of chivalry, grabbing Xiao Wu by the leg and slamming her fiercely against the ground.

Bang!

Xiao Wu crashed heavily onto the stage, the pain bringing tears to her eyes.

But it wasn't over; Qin Feng hoisted her up again and delivered another brutal slam.

"Stop!"

In the distance, Tang San saw this scene, his previously calm face twisting instantly.

His Purple Demon Eye turned blood-red, and his entire body radiated a terrifying killing intent.

That was his Xiao Wu!

The little sister he had sworn to protect with his life!

"Let go of my Xiao Wu!"

Tang San roared, his Blue Silver Grass spirit surging wildly as several thick vines shot toward Qin Feng like venomous snakes.

Qin Feng didn't even glance at Tang San, merely offering a faint smile.

"You want her? Then take her back."

As he spoke, he exerted force through his arm and violently hurled the dazed and battered Xiao Wu away.

Xiao Wu traced a miserable arc through the air, soaring across more than half the Great Soul Arena before crashing off the stage.

Though she didn't cough up blood like Dai Mubai, she was left disheveled and unable to climb back up for a long time.

"I'll kill you!"

Tang San had completely lost his mind.

A dragon has its reverse scales, and touching them means death.

Xiao Wu was his reverse scale.

He slammed both hands down onto the ground, his first and second soul rings lighting up simultaneously.

"Blue Silver Entanglement! Parasite!"

Countless thorny Blue Silver Grass vines erupted from the cracks in the stage, surging toward Qin Feng like a tidal wave, as if to swallow him whole.

On the stage at this moment, Zhu Zhuqing had taken advantage of the chaos to retreat to the side.

She hugged her knees, trying to hide the strange sensations in her body.

The tingling numbness from having her tail toyed with repeatedly still lingered, making her tremble uncontrollably.

The flush had yet to fade from her cold, aloof face, making her look both wretched and strangely alluring.

Ning Rongrong hurried over to support her, asking with concern:

"Zhuqing, are you alright?"

Zhu Zhuqing shook her head, remaining silent, her gaze fixed firmly on the arrogant man ahead.

That bastard... he was too strong.

Strong to the point of despair.

Just as everyone thought Qin Feng would be engulfed by the enraged Tang San's Blue Silver Grass, Qin Feng finally made his first formal move.

"A bunch of weeds."

He spat out the four words with disdain.

Then, a vast, ancient, and chaotic aura suddenly erupted from within him.

Hum—

The space within the entire Great Soul Arena seemed to tremble.

A green lotus quietly manifested behind him.

The lotus was not large, only about a zhang in size, but it was lush and vibrant, surrounded by swirling, greyish chaotic energy.

The moment it appeared, the world seemed to fall silent.

Chaos Green Lotus.

This was Qin Feng's martial soul.

The instant this green lotus emerged, a bizarre scene unfolded.

The Blue Silver Grass vines, which had been charging at Qin Feng like mad dogs, suddenly ground to a halt in mid-air.

Immediately following this, as if they were low-level creatures encountering a natural predator, those vines began to tremble violently before frantically retreating.

Even though Tang San desperately urged his spirit power, attempting to command the Blue Silver Grass to attack, his martial soul simply refused to obey.

It was a fear and submission that originated from the depths of the soul.

"What... what is going on?"

Tang San's face turned deathly pale as he stared in disbelief at his martial soul, which was now curled up on the ground.

His Blue Silver Grass had undergone multiple mutations and evolutions; although it had not yet awakened as the Blue Silver Emperor, it was undoubtedly a top-tier plant-type martial soul.

How could it be scared into retreating without even making contact?

Furthermore, that suppression was so intense that the flow of spirit power within his body had become incredibly sluggish.