Soul Hall (Part 2)

After the soul power of a Grade Eight alchemist spread out and confirmed that Mu Gu had indeed left, the smile on Han Feng's face slowly faded. Han Feng sat back down at the desk, picked up the Soul Hall token and jade slip before him, but instead of immediately opening the soul jade slip to obtain the soul cultivation method within, he casually tossed it aside and lifted his tea to drink.

Han Feng gazed at the view outside the window, his left fingers stroking the ancient storage ring on his right hand. It was Yao Chen's storage ring. He turned the ring as though recalling something, and the entire room fell utterly silent.

Gradually, the calm on Han Feng's face began to change, turning savage and vicious, completely unlike his usual image. "Old bastard, if you'd been willing to teach me the Flame Mantra, then... then how could you have ended up like that?! Why would I have needed to collude with the Soul Hall and do something like this?!"

Han Feng's expression was incomparably twisted, his teeth clenched as though the mask of his disguise had been torn away, revealing an utterly distorted face beneath.

"Back then, I knelt right here and begged you to teach me the Flame Mantra. Yet you said my intentions were corrupt, that I couldn't control the Flame Mantra and would be burned to death by the Heavenly Flames!" With a crash, the sound of waves swept through the entire pavilion. The Sea Heart Flame transformed into a blue cloak, stirring in the wind under Han Feng's control.

"Can't control the Flame Mantra? Look! Look at me! I'm cultivating the Flame Mantra right now! You said my intentions were corrupt? Ha! Those alchemy insights you hid away, those high-level cultivation methods—which one wasn't stripped from someone else's corpse? Your Flame Mantra was also obtained from mountains of corpses and seas of blood. What are you pretending to be so lofty for?!"

Han Feng recalled the final look in Yao Chen's eyes. That gaze had been filled with disappointment. As the Sea Heart Flame withdrew, the entire pavilion instantly darkened. Within the darkness, Han Feng's voice softened, carrying a gentleness that sent chills down one's spine. "Master, oh Master, on the Dou Qi Continent, the strong are revered. You cannot blame me."

Within the darkness, only the Bone Flame Ring emitted a faint glow, like an eye that refused to close.

Of course, Zhu Jin knew absolutely nothing about what had happened at the Four Pavilions Assembly or within Starfall Pavilion. If he had known, he would definitely have cursed, "Who the hell set this to hell difficulty?! A Dou Venerate Han Feng? What kind of bullshit monster setting is this?!"

Right now, however, Zhu Jin was busy with his grand ambitions.

"Mountain-moving Strength, activate!" Above the clouds, a young dragon nearly twenty meters long, covered in grayish-purple dragon scales, erupted with Dragon Dou Qi. Scorching dragonfire condensed around his right fist!

Taking advantage of the enemy's inability to fly, Zhu Jin had scouted ahead and learned that the strongest magical beast in the nest was only Tier Four.

A Tier Four magical beast? Did they know what it meant to be invincible among those of the same tier?!

Thus, he decided to go all the way. Since they were already preparing to join forces and surround him, why should he be polite? Strike first and gain the advantage; strike late and suffer. So Zhu Jin flew above the Purple Cloud Scorpion Serpent nest, directly activated his newly acquired combat skill to raise all his strength, then condensed dragonfire onto his fist!

Anyone who played games knew that before entering a dungeon, it was best to charge up a powerful finishing move in advance and give the enemy a "little surprise."

"Self-created combat skill—Dragonfall!"

Zhu Jin plummeted downward. There was nothing profound about his attack—he simply threw a punch with all his strength, yet insisted on calling it a self-created combat skill! His fist descended toward the ground like a flaming meteor falling from the heavens. That one punch alone was enough to destroy a small mountain peak.

With the body of an Ancient Void Dragon, the cultivation of a three-star Dou Ling, and a high-level Mystic Tier combat skill boosting his power, one hand weighed as much as millions of pounds. For the Ancient Void Dragon Clan, his overwhelmingly powerful physique allowed him to slaughter enemies without unleashing the might of combat skills or relying on weapons!

The Purple Cloud Scorpion Serpents had received no warning of this sudden strike from above the clouds. The magical beast race was already weak in soul power, and how could the Purple Cloud Scorpion Serpents have imagined that the target they planned to surround would instead come to surround them?!

With a thunderous boom, like a meteor crashing down, every Purple Cloud Scorpion Serpent's expression instantly changed. The terrifying impact spread out in an instant, and the earth immediately split apart. With that single blow, the mountain where the Purple Cloud Scorpion Serpent nest stood actually cracked apart!!!

"Hiss hiss hiss!! (What happened?!)"

"Hiss hiss! (A meteor!)"

"Hiss! (No, it's a dragon! A dragon is attacking us!)"

In an instant, all the scorpion serpents of the Purple Cloud Scorpion Serpent territory swarmed over from every direction. When they saw the mountain where their leader resided blown apart by a single strike, with countless rocks tumbling down and massive clouds of dust engulfing the surroundings, they all froze. None dared approach, and they did not even dare attempt a rescue.

"What happened?!" At that moment, a gigantic purple scorpion with six legs and a black giant python for a tail came rushing over. It was a Tier Four Purple Cloud Scorpion Serpent. This tribe possessed two Tier Four leaders.

As the dust gradually settled and dispersed, Xie Dong, the deputy leader of the Purple Cloud Scorpion Snake Tribe, had his pupils contract as every hair on his body stood on end. Within the dust, he saw a scene he would never forget for the rest of his life. A giant dragon with gleaming golden pupils stood at the center of the disaster. Without question, he was the one responsible for everything.

"A... a dragon?!" Xie Dong was dumbfounded. Their tribes had only judged from the traces of battle and the aura of Dou Qi that a Tier Four magical beast had defeated the three leaders of the Flame Wolf Unicorns and taken control of that region. They had never known it was a dragon!

With a crash, Zhu Jin gave them no time to react. He knew full well that this was war, this was battle! On the battlefield, one must never underestimate the enemy. Against an opponent, one had to unleash a thunderous offensive and crush them.

Dragon claws tore through the air, and the stunned Purple Cloud Scorpion Serpents were instantly sliced apart. Before those dragon claws, their bodies were as fragile as paper.

"I heard you were going to surround me?" Zhu Jin's golden dragon eyes swept across everything as he said coldly, "I'm here now."