The Power of Runes

Behind Mu Feng, Kayle raised her holy sword. Blazing white flames ignited along its blade, and a formation forged from Sacred Flame condensed above the explosion. A massive golden longsword patterned with flowing designs descended amid countless tiny sword-rains, stabbing straight into the spot Mu Feng had targeted.

The sword tip sliced through the air with a piercing shriek. The sound wave followed the blade, cleaving open the explosion's ball of light. The Radiant Rock Antelope looked up at the colossal weapon in the sky. The Sword of Sacred Judgment tore through its prized innate technique as easily as cutting mud, splitting it in two from the tip of its spiraled horn.

Even the spurting blood was completely vaporized by the Sacred Flame, leaving not a single drop behind.

Mu Feng took a deep breath. This combination was extremely effective against creatures like this turtle, but it also consumed a great deal of his strength.

He flapped his wings to disperse the smoke around the Soul Ring, then sat down. Song Lao, standing nearby, clicked her tongue in amazement at Mu Feng's wild and unconstrained fighting style. She had been prepared to intervene from the very beginning.

After all, very few Soul Masters could hunt their own limit Soul Ring without the guidance of an elder. For most five-ringed Soul Kings, fighting even an ordinary Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Beast was a life-or-death battle. Yet Mu Feng had slain a high-tier Soul Beast of over sixty thousand years. He was simply not comparable to an ordinary Soul King.

Mu Feng put a Soul-Recovery Pill in his mouth and sat cross-legged, guiding the Soul Ring onto himself. Though his Soul Power was not at its peak, he was already well-practiced at absorbing Light-element Soul Rings. As for the Spiritual Shock of a Ten-Thousand-Year