God King Weiling

In the Arena World, Luo Feng stood suspended in the air. His opponent had two arms, two legs, and a face so stiff it looked like a mask. If Luo Feng had not seen his true form, he would have thought the God King really was wearing one.

His face resembled that of a square-faced monkey, except it was silver and utterly hairless. Apart from his eyes, nothing on it seemed able to move.

Strangest of all, a huge tendril grew from his head and trailed naturally behind him like a single strand of hair.

"God King Weiling," Luo Feng said, studying that motionless face.

"Starlight of Frost City, you defeated You Shi. That proves you're strong enough to deserve my full strength." God King Weiling's voice sounded distant, as though it came from outside this time and space. If they had not been using Divine Power Clones, Luo Feng felt the voice alone might have disturbed his mind.

God King Weiling's true strength lay in his Soul Will techniques.

As he spoke, God King Weiling took out a long brush, much like a calligraphy brush.

Before the battle, God King Jin He had warned Luo Feng to pay particular attention to Weiling's "paintings." They were a form of Soul Attack that worked through sight, weakening an opponent's control over their power. That shift would widen the gap between them.

"God King Weiling, are you inviting me to admire your painting? I don't have time for that. Let's fight." Luo Feng narrowed his eyes, gripped his blade, and attacked.

"How impatient." God King Weiling's voice drifted through the air. He moved like a ghost, his body and feet remaining perfectly still as he glided in one direction.

While evading Luo Feng, he swept his brush through empty space. With every