Wait.
A Soul Saint?!
Flender, Master Yu Xiaogang, and Liu Erlong instantly revealed looks of shock.
How long had it even been since he last left?
Not even a month had passed. Even if it had been a month, for him to rise from Soul Emperor to Soul Saint was simply too outrageous, wasn't it?
Liu Erlong's expression was even more exaggerated.
How old was this young man? And he was already a Soul Saint?
What kind of joke was this?
"Hahaha, stop kidding around. A Soul Saint? Who are you trying to scare?" Dai Mubai mocked.
It was unclear whether he truly did not believe it, was merely putting on a composed act, or was simply looking for attention.
Feng Yang looked directly at him.
Boom—!
Blue flames enveloped his entire body.
With only a tiny flame-attribute spark tossed out, Dai Mubai felt an intense burning pain erupt from his chest, as though it were about to seep straight into his heart.
"Ah—!!"
The pain sent him crashing to the ground, where he rolled about with all four limbs flailing and let out an earth-shattering scream.
"Boss Dai!"
Oscar hurriedly made a sausage and stuffed it into his mouth.
Only then did he begin to improve.
Liu Erlong, who was encountering Feng Yang for the first time, was instantly stunned. This kid had some nerve—his attacks were so decisive and ruthless?
Flender, meanwhile, was instantly enraged.
Right in front of him, Feng Yang had attacked his student like this. He clearly had no regard for him at all.
"Feng Yang! I don't care whether you're a Soul Emperor or a Soul Saint! Today, I'll definitely break one of your legs!"
Clang.
Flender's seven Soul Rings pulsed into existence.
His was a standard Soul Ring configuration, making him seem rather