Yan Feng, Zhongli Wu's Direct Disciple

The instant that golden, sacred light appeared, the black-robed youth who had been sitting on a bluestone with his eyes closed suddenly opened them!

His gaze was as sharp as a blade. Without the slightest hesitation, he swept his right hand.

In the next instant, dense black light burst from his palm like a bolt of black lightning, striking the golden light with perfect accuracy.

Boom—!

The golden and black lights collided, unleashing violent energy fluctuations.

The shockwave swept outward, sending dust and ashes from the ground swirling through the air.

The two lights neutralized each other and finally dissipated into the air at the same time.

The black-robed youth slowly rose to his feet, his blazing gaze piercing through the drifting smoke and dust.

He looked toward the direction from which the golden light had come and demanded in a low, icy voice, "Who goes there?!"

Not only him—those evil soul masters who had been immersed in cultivating their evil arts also stopped and rose to their feet.

Though having their cultivation interrupted displeased them, they knew they would have plenty of time to make up for it later.

But someone capable of unleashing such pure sacred power was something they had never encountered before. They could not afford to let down their guard.

"Those who came to kill you!"

A crisp but icy female voice rang out, filled with undisguised killing intent and resolve.

The next moment, two graceful figures emerged from behind the ruins not far away.

The girl on the left wore a long golden dress, her pale golden hair fluttering in the firelight.

Anger blazed in her golden eyes, while a faint sacred halo radiated from her body. It was Ye Guyi.

The girl on the right wore white, her features exquisitely beautiful and gentle.

Though her face was still somewhat pale, there was now an added trace of determination in her gaze. It was Jiang Nannan.

When the evil soul masters saw that their visitors were merely two girls who looked no older than fifteen or sixteen, they froze for a moment before breaking into unrestrained laughter.

"Ha ha ha ha! Kill us? Just the two of you? Do you even have what it takes?"

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Look at those faces, those figures... What beautiful women! Before killing them, we have to enjoy them properly!"

"Right, right! We'll all enjoy them together! Let them learn the consequences of offending us!"

As soon as the words fell, all six evil soul masters aside from the black-robed youth shrieked and charged forward.

Like a pack of starving wolves pouncing upon two lambs, greed and lust gleamed in their eyes.

Ye Guyi sneered. Rather than retreating, she advanced.

The next instant, a sacred and vast aura erupted from within her!

Golden light shot into the sky, condensing behind her into the massive phantom of an angel.

Six wings spread wide, holy light shone everywhere, and pure, majestic pressure spread like a tide!

The Sacred Angel Martial Spirit appeared!

The savage grins of the evil soul masters charging at the front froze the instant they saw the angel phantom, replaced by stunned disbelief and terror.

"The... the Sacred Angel Martial Spirit? How is that possible?"

"How could this Martial Spirit appear here?"

Their cries were full of panic.

To evil soul masters like them, the Sacred Angel Martial Spirit was practically a natural enemy.

That innate suppression at the very essence of their Martial Spirits made even their souls tremble.

Ye Guyi did not give them much time to remain shocked.

With a flash, golden light condensed in her palm into a sacred sword of light.

Wherever its radiance passed, evil energy scattered. Three evil soul masters were forced back again and again, left in a miserable state.

On the other side, Jiang Nannan gritted her teeth and faced the other two evil soul masters.

Though her combat experience was not as extensive as Ye Guyi's, her agile footwork and solid fundamentals allowed her to barely hold on for the moment.

At that moment, the youth who had been watching from the rear finally spoke.

His voice was not loud, but it carried unquestionable authority. "You lot, keep an eye on them. Don't let them find a chance to break out."

Though the evil soul masters were somewhat unwilling, they obediently adjusted their positions.

They formed an encirclement from several directions, firmly trapping Ye Guyi and Jiang Nannan in the middle.

The black-robed youth slowly stepped forward, walking toward Ye Guyi one step at a time. With every step, his aura rose another level.

As he walked, he said in a calm yet slightly expectant tone, "Let me see whether the Sacred Angel Martial Spirit truly is, as the legends say, the bane of us evil soul masters."

Holding her light sword, Ye Guyi fixed her golden eyes warily on the black-robed youth approaching step by step and asked coldly, "Who are you?"

"My name is Yan Feng. My Martial Spirit is the Bone Dragon. I am a level forty-eight assault-type Battle Soul Ancestor."

After stating his name and rank, his gaze settled on Ye Guyi. His tone carried a hint of amusement. "Let me see just how much strength someone with the Sacred Angel Martial Spirit possesses."

Before his words had even faded, he forcefully pushed off the ground. His body shot forward like a bolt of black lightning as he launched the first attack!

A glint of excitement flashed through Ye Guyi's eyes. Not only did she not retreat, she charged straight at him!

That was simply her personality.

If she could win, she would not back down.

If she could not win, she still would not back down.

Whether she could win or not, she would only know after fighting!

Ever since coming to Mingdu, she had kept enduring and restraining herself, with a bellyful of pent-up anger and nowhere to vent it.

Now, she had finally found her chance!

The moment Ye Guyi and Yan Feng clashed, Li Changqing stood hidden in the shadows, his gaze passing through the drifting smoke and dust as it locked onto that black figure.

Yan Feng?

He remembered that name.

If he recalled correctly, this man should be the direct disciple of Zhongli Wu, the leader of the Holy Spirit Cult.

Among the younger generation of the Holy Spirit Cult, he could be considered a leading figure.

Li Changqing had not expected to encounter him here.

Of course, to Li Changqing, whether it was Yan Feng or ten Yan Fengs, it did not matter.

What truly concerned him was another question.

As the disciple of the Holy Spirit Cult's leader, did Yan Feng have a powerful expert secretly protecting him while he ventured outside to train?

If so, that would be somewhat troublesome.

Li Changqing only hoped that the person secretly protecting him was not Zhongli Wu himself.

Otherwise...

While Li Changqing was lost in thought, the battle in the field had already grown even fiercer.

The Sacred Angel Martial Spirit truly lived up to its reputation as the nemesis of evil soul masters. Even against a top-tier dark beast Martial Spirit like the Bone Dragon, Ye Guyi was still able to steadily suppress Yan Feng with the inherent advantage of Martial Spirit suppression.

Every swing of her golden light sword carried purifying power, forcing Yan Feng to retreat again and again. Several gashes had been cut into his black robe, revealing the pale skin beneath.

The evil soul masters who had originally been watching from the sidelines saw that their leader did not seem to be gaining any advantage, and their expressions turned ugly as well.

"No! We can't let her leave alive!"

"If the Sacred Angel Martial Spirit grows stronger, our lives won't be easy in the future!"

"Attack together! Kill her!"