Xiao Yan then turned his gaze back to Feng Ye. Although he had deceived Feng Ye into helping him kill Feng Chu, Feng Ye himself was still an extremely troublesome opponent. He was relying on a single winning trick to conquer all before him, yet Xiao Yan had no answer to the ability he took such pride in.
"Looks like I can only try wiping out his soul directly." Xiao Yan knew he held little advantage in Dou Qi. If he fought Feng Ye head-on, it would be difficult to decide a victor quickly. But he remained highly confident in his soul power, and with Feng Ye's soul already wounded, this was his only chance to defeat him.
Xiao Yan's soul power began gathering. He still had one trump card, and it was just right for dealing with Feng Ye.
After all, Feng Ye had not even realized that Xiao Yan had escaped his attack. He was still dealing with the residual power of the Shadow Piercing Needle inside his body, giving Xiao Yan ample time to unleash his ability.
"Come on!"
Xiao Yan's soul power spread toward Feng Ye as though it had sprouted countless tentacles, beginning to surround him. It did not openly display its sharp edge, and at first, it did not even seem directed at anything. It appeared to be nothing more than ordinary soul power. But once it truly approached Feng Ye, it began invading every inch of his body.
The moment the soul power entered his body, Feng Ye shuddered violently, snapping out of his single-minded focus. As he opened his eyes, his gaze immediately met Xiao Yan's.
Towering waves of shock surged through Feng Ye's heart. He wasn't hit? Why?!
Feng Ye was utterly stunned to discover that his judgment had been wrong.