Although Mu Feng had seized the initiative and used his elemental advantage to inflict some damage on Yan Kun, who was encountering this strange fighting style for the first time.
The gap of nearly thirty Soul Power Levels between them was not something that could be easily bridged. As Yan Kun gradually figured out the characteristics of Mu Feng's soul skills, his abundant Soul Power allowed him to hold Mu Feng at bay even while injured.
For a time, neither could do anything to the other. Yet compared to Yan Kun's composure, Mu Feng grew increasingly agitated as the battle dragged on.
He knew all too well that Mu Feng was not the only evil Soul Master. Two more were currently slaughtering people throughout the village. If he could not end this fight quickly, Stone Village would still face only destruction.
Even facing Yan Kun alone, a Soul King, was already exhausting for him. Once the other two arrived, he likely would not escape death.
The more Mu Feng thought about it, the more anxious he became to finish Yan Kun quickly. Yan Kun soon noticed his intentions and refused to give him any chance to close in.
Using his talent for setting traps, Yan Kun played hide-and-seek with Mu Feng amid Stone Village's maze-like houses. As he ran, he cursed his two idiot teammates in his heart.
"Is the fighting over here not intense enough? Are those two idiots blind?"
On the large locust tree in the middle of the village, neither the pair of evil Soul Masters carrying out the slaughter nor Mu Feng and Yan Kun, one pursuing and one fleeing, noticed a figure seated on a thick branch.
Through the leaves, her porcelain-white skin could be seen. Her long, brilliant golden hair cascaded down like a waterfall, and the outer corners of her eyes rose slightly above the inner corners. Her beautiful phoenix eyes carried a heroic air.
She watched in Mu Feng's direction, her brows slightly furrowed, seemingly lost in thought.
Mu Feng furiously slashed through the surrounding spiderwebs. This was the third time—already the third time—he had fallen into Yan Kun's trap. The first two times, he had accidentally touched the webs, and the paralytic toxin on them had nearly robbed him of his ability to move.
He could only deal with the webs carefully, but that only made him more irritable. The scorched stench and smell of blood around him were growing ever stronger.
He had considered abandoning his attempt to kill Yan Kun and going to save the others instead. But whenever he did, Yan Kun would interfere. As the battle continued, Yan Kun constantly shifted the battlefield, using the complex terrain to shield himself and prevent Mu Feng's Sacred Radiance from reaching its full potential.
The harsh disparity in strength caused by their enormous Soul Power Level gap now became apparent. It was just like when Mu Feng had fought the Ironclad Rhino, except this time Yan Kun was the one employing a kiting strategy, while Mu Feng had become the clumsy rhinoceros.
The slaughter proceeded quickly. The two evil Soul Masters had long noticed the battle over there. Possessing evil martial souls, they had sensed that detestable sacred aura from the start.
Yet they could also sense that Yan Kun's aura had not vanished, only weakened somewhat. Clearly, that side had fallen into a stalemate, which meant their opponent was not particularly powerful.
Just as Yan Kun looked down on them, they too were deeply dissatisfied with him as their leader. Yan Kun often bullied them under all kinds of pretexts and even squeezed them for their cultivation resources.
The Holy Spirit Cult had no complicated sect rules. Naturally, whoever had the stronger fist held the right to speak. It was rare to see Yan Kun suffer a setback, so neither of them was in any hurry to help him.
As he thought this, the cleaver in the Green Bone Revenant's hand behind him plunged straight into the body of the Soul Master before him, who had only one soul ring. What he had his eye on was the pretty woman behind that Soul Master.
He had been cooped up in the Holy Spirit Cult's underground caverns for so long that it had nearly driven him mad. Hearing that the man had already fallen silent, a lewd smile appeared on his face. Compared with saving Yan Kun, enjoying the beauty before him was far more important.
Every time Yan Kun relocated the battlefield, countless corpses came into Mu Feng's view. Of course, Yan Kun was not fleeing like a headless fly. He was luring the rage-blinded Mu Feng toward the other two. Once there, the three of them could join forces and kill Mu Feng.
Worried that Mu Feng might see through his scheme, Yan Kun had to turn back from time to time to provoke him. But he could not evade Mu Feng's attacks every time. He paid for it with several more bloody holes in his body, and it only made him hate Mu Feng even more bitterly.
Having already lost half a hand, his strength would surely be affected in the future. Mu Feng had caused all of this. Yan Kun hid in a corner, his gaze cold and sinister as he watched Mu Feng still searching for his trail.
A chill curled at the corner of his lips as he imagined Mu Feng dying miserably at his hands.
At that moment, he could clearly sense that those two idiots were in the house next door. All he had to do now was lure Mu Feng inside.
With that thought, Yan Kun sprang from the corner and stomped on a wooden board. The sheer force shattered it beneath his foot, and he raced toward the house from which screams were coming.
Such a commotion naturally caught Mu Feng's attention. Overwhelmed by emotion, he had long since cast everything else from his mind. His eyes held only Yan Kun.
He hurried after Yan Kun and slashed his sword at the door Yan Kun had shut. The room was a complete mess, with broken furniture scattered across the floor. A gentle-looking man lay in a pool of blood.
Mu Feng, who had followed close behind, suddenly trembled. The familiar sight before him overlapped endlessly with the images flashing through his mind, stirring the pain buried deep in his heart.
He looked ahead and saw a woman pinned beneath a middle-aged man. The Green Bone Revenant martial soul was manifesting behind the man's back.
In an instant, a tremendous roar exploded in his mind. It was as if he was no longer standing at the doorway, but had instead curled up in a corner just as he had three years ago.
Blood surged into his head. Only then did he realize Yan Kun's intention. Facing two Soul Ancestors and a Soul King among the evil Soul Masters, he had almost no chance of winning.
If he confronted them head-on, there was only one outcome: death. The most correct choice was to flee.
But both his towering rage and obsession with revenge locked his legs in place.
He had an absolute reason not to run!
Suddenly, Mu Feng seemed to go mad as he unleashed his Soul Power. The soul ring beneath his feet lit up, and several Sin-Breaking Flying Blades shot toward the three of them. This was already every soul skill he could currently unleash.
The two Soul Ancestors reacted quickly as well, immediately joining Yan Kun to block the attack. The Sin-Breaking Flying Blades exploded the moment they collided with the three men's soul skills, and countless rays of light flooded the cramped room.
"Damn it!" Alarm bells rang wildly in Yan Kun's heart. Having grown familiar with Mu Feng's fighting style, he had already predicted Mu Feng's next move: detonating all the Sacred Radiance. In such a confined space, there was almost nowhere for him to evade.
Suddenly, he looked at the two stunned men in front of him, and a plan instantly formed in his mind.
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