Shadow Assault

Old Wu led Yu Xiaofeng onward, and the two chatted casually along the way. Curious, Yu Xiaofeng took out the Silk Gloves.

The Silk Gloves were light and thin. The instant he put them on, they actually melted into his palms.

Seeing Yu Xiaofeng's stunned expression, Old Wu smiled. "This is a Spirit Tool. It will let you make better use of your Eight Trigram Palm. From now on, even when facing someone with a Weapon Spirit, you can fight them barehanded."

The night sky was dazzling. Yu Xiaofeng and Old Wu rested against a tree. Yu Xiaofeng had just fallen asleep when he suddenly sensed something was wrong. The moment he opened his eyes, he saw Old Wu standing before him with only his back facing him.

"Chen Hao, the last time you barged into our Martial Hall, Xiaofeng seriously injured you, and I let it go. Yet today, you still dare come looking for trouble. Do you think I don't dare kill you?"

Old Wu demanded.

"Kill me? Heh heh... Why don't you see whether you've got the teeth for it?"

"You're just a gatekeeper for the Martial Hall. What makes you worthy of this prince's attention? You're really full of yourself."

Chen Hao said brazenly.

Old Wu did not get angry. Instead, he looked at Chen Hao with a cold smile, as though he were looking at a dead man.

Yu Xiaofeng got up and walked to Old Wu's side. Looking at Chen Hao, he said, "As far as I know, I bear no grudge against you. Why do you keep picking fights with me?"

Chen Hao gritted his teeth. "Yu Xiaofeng, you've got some nerve saying that to me! You still dare claim that I'm the one picking fights with you?"

"It was clearly your appearance that led to my situation today, yet you say I'm the one making trouble for you?"

"I was supposed to be the only one testing my Martial Spirit. Hu Liena was supposed to like only me. I was supposed to become a student of His Holiness Pope Bibi Dong. Perhaps even His Holiness the Pope Qian Daoliu would have accepted me as his disciple."

"But when you came, you not only stole my place, you also took Hu Liena away from me. Tell me, don't you deserve to die?"

"Don't you deserve to die?"

Yu Xiaofeng was utterly bewildered. Then he looked at Chen Hao sympathetically. "You had so many 'supposed tos.' Why didn't a single one come true?"

"You can only blame yourself for taking things for granted. As for Hu Liena, I can't really say. After all, we're still young, aren't we?"

"Hao'er, this kid is the one with that so-called Body Martial Spirit?"

"He doesn't look like much. He's skinny as a twig. Does an ant like him deserve to contend with you? Watch me kill him and vent your anger for you."

A black-robed middle-aged man beside Chen Hao cut in. Yu Xiaofeng looked at him. His gaze was extremely sharp, and he wore a thin mustache. One look told Yu Xiaofeng that he was no good person.

Yu Xiaofeng instinctively glanced at Teacher Wu. Old Wu smiled. "Don't worry, Xiaofeng. I can crush trash like this in minutes."

"I don't have that much time to listen to those two bragging."

Old Wu's words hit hard. The other side had just called Yu Xiaofeng an ant, and Old Wu immediately answered with "trash like this." It was truly an eye for an eye.

The middle-aged man gave an eerie smile, and Chen Hao immediately stepped back. Yu Xiaofeng knew they were about to fight, so he also began retreating to the side.

Seeing the other party make a move, Old Wu secretly went on guard as well.

Both sides were done bragging. Who was stronger and who was weaker would only be decided by the final result.

But even after all that bragging, Chen Hao still seemed unwilling to let it go. He immediately released his soul rings, determined to slap Yu Xiaofeng in the face again.

Vast sword intent rose up and spread through the surroundings in an instant. Then, two golden soul rings rose from beneath his feet.

Strands of golden light circled Chen Hao and lingered in the air. The next second, a sword cry rang out, and the sky-piercing sword intent forced Yu Xiaofeng to stagger backward again and again.

As he retreated, Yu Xiaofeng said in surprise, "You're already a Great Soul Master?"

Chen Hao looked at Yu Xiaofeng with disdain and mocked him. "Do you think I'm like you? This prince is a genius. How could trash like you compare to me?"

At that moment, Chen Hao wore the smug expression of someone saying, I'm your father—why aren't you kneeling at my feet? It made people want to go up and slap him a few times.

The middle-aged man beside him sneered as well, clearly looking forward to a good show.

Old Wu was somewhat surprised, but his reaction was nowhere near as strong as Yu Xiaofeng's. He glanced at Yu Xiaofeng and said, "He can't die for now."

Yu Xiaofeng understood the implications and nodded to show that he understood.

But that scene made Chen Hao rather uncomfortable. He immediately cursed arrogantly, "If I don't teach you a lesson, you'll really think I'm all show and no substance?"

"Is that so?"

As soon as the words fell, Yu Xiaofeng's Body Martial Spirit, the Rebirth Eye, appeared behind him out of thin air. The space within several hundred meters instantly transformed into an endless starry sky.

Countless starlights blossomed in the sky, radiating brilliant light and making everyone feel as though they had entered the cosmic expanse.

A golden soul ring rose from beneath Yu Xiaofeng's feet. Surging Soul Power instantly formed a storm and swept outward in all directions.

Killing intent filled Yu Xiaofeng's eyes. At that moment, he was like an ancient ferocious beast. No one knew what would happen in the next instant.

"Chen Hao..."

Before Yu Xiaofeng could finish speaking, Chen Hao vanished from where he stood. When he appeared again, he was already behind Yu Xiaofeng.

The golden longsword glinted coldly. Its bone-piercing chill drenched Yu Xiaofeng's clothes in cold sweat, and he shouted, "Divine Realm Shield."

The instant the longsword stabbed forward, a barrier condensed from Soul Power formed before Yu Xiaofeng.

(Divine Realm Shield was a manifestation of Soul Power mixed with repulsive force. The strength of one's Soul Power determined how long it could last.)

A metallic clang rang out, and sparks flew from the longsword. Chen Hao's gaze sharpened. Then he stomped his foot and thrust three more times.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

All three strikes landed on the Divine Realm Shield, but Yu Xiaofeng was horrified. The Chen Hao before him was practically a different person from before. The Chen Hao he had known had definitely been an idiot, but this Chen Hao was not only ruthless, his mind was much sharper as well. What was even more frightening was his speed.

Yu Xiaofeng had the Rebirth Eye active, with no blind spots across three hundred and sixty degrees. Yet even so, he simply could not evade the other party's attacks.

Yu Xiaofeng was horrified, but Chen Hao was equally shocked. His Martial Spirit was unusual—a rare clone Martial Spirit. The clone could use all of the original body's skills, and its only flaw was that once it went beyond a thousand meters from the original body, its mind became no different from that of a fool.

But now, Chen Hao himself was controlling the clone. Though its power was not as great as when they were combined, this let him fully understand why his clone had been beaten so badly before.

Killing intent flashed through his eyes once more as he directed the clone to attack again.

When Yu Xiaofeng saw the golden longsword coming at him again, he prepared to use Almighty Push. But he suddenly discovered that Chen Hao before him had split into more than ten figures, and every one of them possessed equal Soul Power.

Just as he searched for Chen Hao's true body, the dozen or so Chen Haos shouted, "First Soul Skill, Shadow Assault."