While Xiao Yan headed to the Flower Sect, at the Soul Clan's headquarters...
Hun Feng stood within her private training ground. She was the undisputed powerhouse of the Soul Clan's younger generation, though she had no fondness for empty fame. Even so, the Soul Clan's allocation of resources to her was considerable. Not only had they completely healed her injuries immediately after her return from the Heavenly Tomb, but at her request, they had also arranged for a three-star Dou Sheng elder to specifically assist her training.
Hun Feng gripped a black-gold long whip in her right hand. As it danced through the air, it rang with the scrape of metal. Dark metallic blades were attached along its length, making it a weapon built purely for killing!
Vast yet chilling Dou Qi surged continuously in the direction indicated by the whip, utterly shattering every attack that tried to close in on her.
Where the blade passed, space tore apart, Dou Qi shattered, and soul force burst open.
Hun Feng clenched her teeth tightly. Though sweat covered her forehead and an unnatural flush colored her cheeks, the ferocity in her eyes remained terrifying.
Hun Feng was undeniably a peerless beauty. Yet her eyes bore none of a woman's gentleness. Instead, they were vicious and icy, undermining the beauty of her features.
She calmly judged the direction of every attack. The long whip followed her will, precisely and viciously shattering each attack at its strongest point.
Had she chosen another method of dealing with them, she would have conserved far more energy and would not have exhausted herself to this extent. Yet Hun Feng did not hesitate for even a moment. Every time, she chose to confront the strongest point of the attack.
This was her brutally ruthless training regimen. It was