Martial Soul Fusion Skill

Moreover, that flame was exceptionally strange.

Every time the force of a punch grazed him, he could feel a scorching heat drilling into his body along his Soul Power, forcing him to divert part of his Soul Power to suppress it.

What alarmed him even more was that Ye Feng's evasive movements were becoming increasingly fluid, and his use of the flames more and more skillful.

At first, he had needed to deliberately focus, but now he could evade attacks by instinct.

"This little brat is using me as a sparring partner?!"

Zhao Wuji's face darkened with rage, yet a chill rose in his heart.

Twelve or thirteen years old, a Soul Ancestor, two purple and two black.

This talent was simply unheard of.

If he were allowed to grow, forget the fatty—even all of Shrek, perhaps the entire continent, would be trampled beneath his feet!

Zhao Wuji's gaze darkened, and killing intent finally rose from the depths of his heart.

"Little brat, I admit it. You do have some skill."

He slowly straightened, clenching both fists.

The Soul Power around him began to surge with violent intensity, seven Soul Rings spinning rapidly beneath his feet as they blazed with light.

"But this is as far as you go."

With a furious roar, Zhao Wuji's earthy-yellow Soul Power exploded outward, and his body visibly expanded by a full circle.

His muscles knotted, veins bulged, and a faint golden sheen surfaced over his skin, as though he had donned armor of copper and iron.

"Seventh Soul Skill—Martial Soul Possession—Vigorous Vajra Bear!"

Zhao Wuji's eyes took on a golden hue, his breath scorching as it left his mouth. The bluestone slabs beneath his feet cracked inch by inch, spreading outward from him.

Ye Feng's pupils contracted slightly. With a tap of his foot, he retreated sharply.

"A Soul Sage needs Martial Soul Possession to fight a Soul Ancestor? Zhao Wuji, your skin is as thick as your defenses."

Zhao Wuji gave a savage grin, his voice low as a beast's growl. "Once I twist your head off, let's see if that mouth of yours is still so stubborn!"

He stomped the ground fiercely, turning into an earthy-yellow afterimage as he lunged straight at Ye Feng.

His speed and strength were more than twice what they had been before!

Ye Feng's heart tightened, and he did not dare let his guard down.

Crimson-gold flames surged instantly. He pushed his elemental transformation to its limit, turning into a mass of firelight as he darted to the side.

But Zhao Wuji's punch was absurdly fast.

The force of the punch brushed past Ye Feng's shoulder, tearing a gap in the flames. The scorching force scraped directly across his skin, leaving a shallow bloody mark.

After landing, Ye Feng staggered half a step. He lowered his head to glance at the wound on his shoulder, drew a sharp breath, then grinned.

"Tsk. Martial Soul Possession only managed to scrape a bit of skin?"

Zhao Wuji's face turned ashen as he stared fixedly at the bloody mark on Ye Feng's shoulder, which was slowly healing. Turbulent waves rose in his heart.

He had used seventy percent of his strength in that punch. With his full power after possession, even a Soul King would suffer shattered bones on the spot, let alone a Soul Ancestor.

Yet this brat had only lost a layer of skin?

And the wound was healing at a visible rate!

"What kind of fucking monster is this..."

Zhao Wuji muttered, a trace of retreat rising in his heart for the first time.

But that hesitation vanished in an instant, replaced by even stronger killing intent.

This brat had to die!

He took a deep breath and spat, pouring the Soul Power around him wildly into his legs as he prepared to unleash his strongest attack.

Sensing the increasingly violent fluctuations of Soul Power from Zhao Wuji, Ye Feng frowned slightly.

With his current strength, facing a Soul Sage alone was indeed difficult.

But he was not alone.

No sooner had the thought crossed Ye Feng's mind than an ice-blue figure landed at his side.

At some point, Shui Bing'er had already completed her Martial Soul Possession. Her ice-blue hair drifted without wind, and a tide of coldness surrounded her.

"Why are you trying to show off by yourself?"

Ye Feng grinned. "Wasn't I saving you a chance to show what you can do?"

Shui Bing'er rolled her eyes at him without replying, but she took half a step forward and stood shoulder to shoulder with him.

Between them, crimson-gold and ice-blue Soul Power flowed out naturally, intertwining in the air.

Watching this, Zhao Wuji furrowed his brow. "What, you two want to come at me together?"

He gave a savage grin as the phantom of the Vigorous Vajra Bear behind him swelled, earthy-yellow Soul Power surging like a tide.

"Two Soul Ancestors? I can still take you down one punch at a time!"

Ye Feng ignored him and turned toward Shui Bing'er.

Shui Bing'er happened to turn toward him as well.

Their gazes met in midair. Neither spoke, yet both nodded faintly at the same time.

The next instant, their two streams of Soul Power erupted.

Crimson-gold flames shot into the sky, while an ice-blue tide of cold swept outward.

One fire, one ice—two pillars of light intertwined, spiraled, and fused in the night sky.

Zhao Wuji's pupils shrank sharply. He stomped his foot and tried to rush forward to interrupt them.

But he was already too late.

Ye Feng and Shui Bing'er reached out at the same time, their fingers interlocking.

At that instant, crimson-gold and ice-blue light exploded, becoming a pillar of radiance that shot into the heavens and illuminated the entire street as brightly as day.

Within the pillar, Ye Feng's flames and Shui Bing'er's ice fused together in an unbelievable manner, forming a swirling vortex of energy that was half crimson-gold and half ice-blue.

"Martial Soul Fusion Skill!"

They spoke in unison, their overlapping voices seeming to come from the left and right channels of the same person:

"Ice-Fire Origin: Twin Phoenix Dance!"

The pillar of light exploded with a thunderous blast.

Crimson-gold and ice-blue motes of light rained down from the sky, and within that luminous rain, a figure slowly emerged.

It was the phantom of a phoenix, wholly translucent and flowing with crimson-gold and ice-blue radiance.

Its Phoenix Wings spread wide. One side burned with crimson-gold flames, while the other was covered in ice-blue frost. Two utterly opposing powers coexisted perfectly within its body.

Zhao Wuji's expression finally changed.

"What the fuck is that thing?!"

He roared, clenching both fists. The phantom of the Vigorous Vajra Bear expanded to its utmost, and he threw a punch at the ice-fire phoenix.

The phoenix phantom raised its head with a clear cry, beat its wings, and dove downward.

Crimson-gold flames and ice-blue frost intertwined into a spiraling pillar of light, colliding head-on with Zhao Wuji's fist.

"Boom!"

With a deafening crash, the entire street cracked apart inch by inch, rubble flying everywhere.

Zhao Wuji felt a searing pain erupt from his fist.

Then came a bone-piercing chill. The two completely opposing powers surged wildly into his body along his Soul Power, as though his organs had been roasted over flames, then thrown into an ice cellar to freeze.

He spat out a mouthful of blood and was sent flying, crashing heavily into a wall by the street. The wall collapsed with a boom, burying him beneath a heap of rubble.

The phoenix phantom circled once in the air before slowly dissipating.

Ye Feng and Shui Bing'er reappeared. Their fingers were still interlocked, and a trace of lingering warmth remained in their palms.

Beneath the ruins, Zhao Wuji struggled to prop himself up, gravel sliding from his shoulders.

"Cough... cough, cough..."

He spat out a mouthful of bloody phlegm and looked down at his chest.

His flesh was torn open, one half scorched black and the other covered in frost.

"You two little brats..."