(Eighth update)
Caterpillar, Vulture, and Hyena had joined forces. Even some Soul Saint-level experts would have found the three of them troublesome, let alone a mere forty-third-rank Soul Ancestor brat.
They could already imagine Yang Ming being defeated by their combined killing move in the next instant.
Yet in the very next moment, not only the three of them, but even the other assassins nearby had their expressions suddenly freeze. Like wax figures in a museum, they stood rooted to the spot without moving.
"Morning! Peacock!"
From within the cocoon wrapped in layer upon layer of Hair Silk came Yang Ming's unruly voice.
Beside Yang Ming, Huo Wu watched in shock as he clenched his fists. The skin over the backs of his hands had been scalded red by the overheated energy within his body, and thick smoke was still continuously rising from them.
In the next instant, that seemingly ordinary fist gathered Yang Ming's surging Soul Power and smashed forward at supersonic speed, shattering the sound barrier as it struck the cocoon trapping the two of them.
With that single punch, the extreme speed and friction against the air generated flames. Driven by Yang Ming's Green Lotus Core Flame Martial Soul, they immediately transformed into azure fire. Violent tremors rippled through the air, sending invisible waves outward, though the surrounding cocoon restrained those fluctuations and kept them from spreading beyond it.
Yet the ripples caused by that fist alone made the surrounding cocoon roll like stormy waves. Huo Wu, who stood closer, let out a muffled groan. She felt as if a train cutting into her lane had struck her head-on; immense pressure crushed her chest, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of her lips.
Then, centered on Yang Ming's fist, blazing fire erupted like a