Yan Shaozhe's Asura Field, Feng Ling's Bold Move

Chen Xuan ignored him because he sensed another presence.

A cold aura like blood and fire was emerging behind Zhongli Wu.

Feng Ling.

She strode through the air, her red robes fluttering as she came to stand on Zhongli Wu's other side.

Nine soul rings slowly rose around her—three purple, five black, and one red.

The Evil Phoenix appeared behind her, and her entire aura surged sharply.

Chen Xuan's eyelid twitched, but he was the first to find it amusing.

Well, damn. The Holy Spirit Cult had really brought out its entire arsenal.

The Cult Leader, Vice Cult Leader, worshippers, elders—one after another.

These Evil Soul Masters really did whatever popped into their heads.

Was all this really necessary for one Gray Harrier? This lineup was practically on par with the siege against Huo Gua.

The corners of his lips curled unconsciously. The smile vanished in an instant, but Feng Ling across from him caught it clearly.

Feng Ling ignored him. Her gaze passed over Chen Xuan and landed on the frozen man atop the city wall.

Yan Shaozhe.

The flames of the Light Phoenix were nearly extinguished at that moment.

"Shaozhe," Feng Ling said softly.

Yan Shaozhe did not answer. His fingers trembled faintly.

Cai Mei'er stood beside him and drove the Break Evil Dragon Soul Spear heavily into the ground.

"Hmph."

That soft snort shook Yan Shaozhe's heart even more violently than the previous clash between Zhongli Wu and Chen Xuan.

He abruptly came back to his senses, as though awakening from a great dream.

The Light Phoenix's flames ignited again, though a nearly imperceptible tremor still lingered deep within them.

"Feng Ling." Yan Shaozhe finally spoke, his voice somewhat hoarse. "You... shouldn't have come."

Feng Ling looked at him. Her red robes stirred gently in the night wind, her expression calm.

She was like a flame fallen upon water—scalding enough to make one shiver, yet betraying no warmth at all.

"If I hadn't come, you would have killed them all tonight," she said.

Yan Shaozhe did not deny it.

Cai Mei'er's face was icy, silver light still flowing across the Break Evil Dragon Soul Spear.

She stepped forward, shielding Yan Shaozhe as her gaze stabbed straight at Feng Ling.

"This is Shrek, not a place for you Evil Soul Masters to run wild. If you want to reminisce, get the hell somewhere else."

The look in Cai Mei'er's eyes was frigid, and her voice was cold as ice.

Only then did Feng Ling shift her gaze from Yan Shaozhe to Cai Mei'er's face.

She looked Cai Mei'er over, and the faintest hint of a smile unexpectedly appeared at her lips.

"Cai Mei'er." She softly spoke the name. "After all these years, you're still so protective of him."

"He is my husband." Cai Mei'er enunciated every word. "If I don't protect him, who will I protect?"

Feng Ling did not reply. She merely looked back at Yan Shaozhe, the light in her eyes dimming as though something had been pressed back into deeper depths.

"Shaozhe, come with me," she suddenly said.

The entire scene fell silent.

Chen Xuan nearly choked on his own saliva.

What the hell was this development? Snatching someone else's husband right in front of her own husband?

Feng Ling was way too wild. She hadn't been this ruthless even in the original story!

Yan Shaozhe froze.

"Feng Ling, do you know what you're saying?"

His voice grew hoarser, as if he were squeezing out each word from his throat.

"I have always known," Feng Ling said.

"You're insane!" Yan Shaozhe snapped.

"Whether I'm insane or not, you know perfectly well."

Feng Ling looked at him and spoke each word distinctly.

"Back then, when you didn't kill me, I knew there was still a place for me in your heart.

"All these years, I have been waiting for you to say those words."

"Feng Ling!" Yan Shaozhe finally grew angry.

"You are an Evil Soul Master now! Where do you expect me to go with you? To become one of those people who cannot show their faces in the light?"

Cai Mei'er's expression had turned utterly cold. She gripped the Break Evil Dragon Soul Spear, its tip pointed directly at Feng Ling.

"Feng Ling, I'll say this one last time. Get lost."

Feng Ling did not look at her. She only stared at Yan Shaozhe, her gaze seeming ready to pierce straight through him.

"Shaozhe, you will regret this."

Yan Shaozhe did not answer. He turned his face away and no longer looked at her.

Feng Ling gave a soft laugh. That smile held endless disappointment and self-mockery.

"Fine."

She turned around and walked back behind Zhongli Wu.

Zhongli Wu had remained silent throughout. When Feng Ling retreated, he merely glanced at her indifferently, as though watching a play that had nothing to do with him.

Chen Xuan secretly let out a breath of relief.

If those two had really started fighting on the spot, that would have been a real spectacle.

But judging by Yan Shaozhe's face, he was probably going to kneel on a washboard when he got home tonight.

He did not dare look at Yan Shaozhe or Cai Mei'er again, afraid he would fail to hold back his laughter.

At that moment, Zhongli Wu finally spoke.

"Xuanzi, let this end tonight." His voice remained low, revealing neither joy nor anger.

"I am taking my people away now. You have already killed three of our Titled Douluo. If we continue, neither side will benefit."

Chen Xuan raised an eyebrow and was about to speak when his expression suddenly shifted.

He sensed it.

Mu En's aura stirred in the direction of Sea God Pavilion.

"There is no need for Elder Mu." He instinctively wanted to throw out a few more threats to save face.

But before he could finish, Mu En's aged voice came from the depths of the night.

"Let them go."

Chen Xuan was startled, then immediately understood.

As expected, Elder Mu had spoken.

Still, that made sense. In Elder Mu's current condition, how could he truly face Long Xiaoyao head-on?

Long Xiaoyao felt guilty toward Elder Mu. With how things stood tonight, he probably would not make a move. He only wanted to take his people away.

He had understood this all along. The others did not know Long Xiaoyao existed, but he was a transmigrator—he knew the full story.

In truth, he had not planned to keep them here anyway.

Zhongli Wu alone could contend with him, not to mention that Long Xiaoyao in the original story could fight him three rounds over.

But though he thought that way, he wore an expression of unwillingness to let the matter rest.

"Elder Mu!" He deliberately turned around, his voice carrying a trace of reluctance.

"Xuanzi." Mu En's voice sounded again, not loud, yet carrying unquestionable authority. "Enough people have died tonight. Let them go."

Chen Xuan let out a heavy sigh, as though it took great effort to suppress that "rage." He turned back to Zhongli Wu and said coldly:

"Fine. Elder Mu has spoken, so I won't hold it against you.

"Take your people and get lost. If I run into you again next time, I won't be so polite."

Zhongli Wu said nothing further and turned to leave.

The true form of the Death God Demon Puppet swiftly faded away, and his ash-gray robes spread once more in the night wind.

With one hand, he grabbed Duanmu Yao. With the other, he seized the unconscious Level 97 worshipper from the ground and retreated.

Feng Ling and Zhang Peng followed closely behind.

The four fled into the northern night sky, vanishing into the depths of darkness in the blink of an eye.

Chen Xuan stood amid the ruins, watching the direction in which they had disappeared as he slowly unclenched the fist he had kept tightly balled.

"It was good that they left," he muttered. "If this fight continued tonight, it really would have gotten out of hand."

Yan Shaozhe still stood where he was, like a silent stone statue.

Cai Mei'er put away her spear and walked to his side. She said nothing, only reaching out to take his icy-cold hand.

"Debts of love are hard to repay, hard to repay indeed." Chen Xuan merely shook his head as he watched him.