Holy Light

Wang Dong was the first to unleash two Wing Guillotines, trying to stop Mu Feng from charging toward Huo Yuhao. But with a sweep of his right hand, a longsword engraved with gilded patterns appeared in his grasp.

With two slashes, he cut through the two blades of light as easily as chopping vegetables.

Wang Dong cried out, "What is that?!"

That longsword clearly did not look like a Soul Tool. It was part of Mu Feng's Martial Soul. That meant Mu Feng had used only part of his strength in their previous battle and had still defeated her with ease.

Wang Dong's heart tightened. Seeing Mu Feng effortlessly neutralize her attack, she hurriedly flew toward Huo Yuhao.

"Cauldron Shockwave!" Xiao Xiao used her Fusion Ring Skill the moment she attacked. Seeing that even Wang Dong's proud and powerful attack had been useless against Mu Feng, Xiao Xiao did not dare be careless and immediately unleashed her strongest move.

The two wings behind Mu Feng split apart, and the dazzling, radiant feathers instantly seemed less tangible. Two Sacred Flame Flying Swords shot out from behind him.

Before Xiao Xiao's three cauldrons could merge into one, the two flying swords had already crashed into two of them. Even with Huo Yuhao's Spiritual Sharing, Xiao Xiao could only watch helplessly as two streaks of golden light slammed into her small cauldrons.

A tremendous boom rang out. How could Xiao Xiao, merely a Soul Grandmaster, withstand such a heavy blow from a ten-thousand-year External Soul Bone? The two flying swords swiftly retreated, while the two small cauldrons they had struck became covered in dense cracks.

Xiao Xiao's face turned deathly pale. Her Martial Soul had been damaged, and her Fusion Ring Skill had been interrupted. She herself was not in much better condition.