"A second Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring? Just how many secrets do you have, boy?"
As she watched Luo Feng walk away,
his mother-in-law, Nan Shuishui, was filled with shock.
Her heart, which had lain dormant for who knew how many years, now pounded wildly.
If her daughter had not been beside her,
she probably would have thrown herself at him and demanded answers.
Nan Qiuqiu was likewise stunned by the savage aura radiating from her husband.
Earlier, this young wife had even helped him lie.
She had claimed that Luo Feng's first Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring came from a Crystal Core obtained by killing a monster in the Earth Dragon Sect's Secret Realm.
But how could she explain this second Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring?
And the Dragon Battle Armor covering mother and daughter was clearly the ability of a high-ranking dragon!
"Mom, let's retreat first!"
"If we stay here, we'll only hold A Feng back!"
By comparison, Nan Qiuqiu seemed to be the sensible one.
Her mother, Nan Shuishui, was instead like a curious child.
She could barely tear her eyes away from her son-in-law's back.
"Oh, all right, all right!"
Only after her daughter's reminder did Nan Shuishui snap out of her fantasies.
Then she took her daughter's hand and hurried away!
Meanwhile,
Scorpion Tiger Douluo Zhang Peng was also an expert, and his flying speed was astonishing.
In no time at all, he spotted Luo Feng at the end of the passage.
But the ever-cautious Zhang Peng suddenly stopped.
The reason was simple.
Something was very wrong with Luo Feng, and his instincts warned him of danger.
"You... how did you get another Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring, boy?"
Comparing yourself to others really could make you die of anger.
Although Zhang Peng was level ninety-six, his highest Soul Ring was only ninety thousand years old.
Yet this boy before him was only in the sixties and already possessed two Hundred Thousand Year Soul Rings.
"Heh, you're pretty quick!"
"Aren't you going to wait for your companions?"
As he spoke, Luo Feng casually raised his right hand.
He looked ready to unleash a terrifying beam at any moment.
Having witnessed the deputy cult leader's earlier miserable state, Zhang Peng instinctively dared not advance.
"You little bastard! Deputy Cult Leader Feng Ling only fell for your trick because she was careless!"
"That move won't work on me, Zhang Peng!"
"Behold my eighth Soul Skill! Twelve Beast Envoys!"
It had to be admitted,
Scorpion Tiger Douluo Zhang Peng had some real ability.
Knowing Luo Feng would be difficult to handle, he opened with his strongest move.
Whoosh!
A vast mass of black mist appeared.
It swiftly engulfed Luo Feng.
Dimly, twelve Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts of different shapes emerged within the black mist.
These were all the Beast Souls of Soul Beasts Zhang Peng had previously hunted.
They were controlled by a certain kind of Evil Soul Master energy.
Even in death, they had to serve their enemy!
"Roar! Roar! Roar!"
"Awooo!"
Dimly, under Zhang Peng's control,
these twelve Soul Beasts formed a terrifying attack formation.
Combined with the dense aura of darkness,
they seemed intent on surrounding Luo Feng completely.
But the young man remained perfectly calm.
It was not merely because he wore impregnable dragon armor.
It was also because of the tremendous trump card he had just obtained!
"Zhang Peng, you really are shameless!"
"You plundered these Soul Beasts' flesh and blood to cultivate, and now you're forcing their souls to fight for you!"
"Today, this farce ends!"
"Second Soul Skill of the Sixth Soul Ring: [Dragon Emperor's Divine Might]!"
This was the new Soul Skill Luo Feng had just unlocked.
It could suppress every beast-shaped Soul Beast in the world and subdue all Beast Souls.
"Whimper... whimper..."
Sure enough, the instant the Dragon Emperor's pressure was unleashed,
all twelve Beast Spirits that Zhang Peng took such pride in broke free of his control.
Like wild monkeys in the mountains encountering the king of beasts,
every one of them lowered its head and prostrated itself.
Their mouths let out whimpers like little lapdogs.
The black mist Zhang Peng had conjured to create an eerie atmosphere vanished instantly as well.
Only Zhang Peng remained, a commander without an army, staring into the distance with his jaw slack.
"You... how did you do that?"
"Impossible! I used my own vital blood essence and spent countless years on these Twelve Beast Envoys..."
"Pfft!"
Before he could finish,
Zhang Peng suddenly began coughing up mouthful after mouthful of blood.
Clearly, this was severe backlash.
To control these twelve Beast Spirits as deftly as his own hands, Zhang Peng had long since bound himself to them.
But that convenience was also a double-edged sword.
Once he lost control, Zhang Peng effectively lost half his life as well.
"Heh, we're hardly acquainted! And I'm not your cult leader. Why are you kneeling and kowtowing to me?"
At the sight of Zhang Peng's wretched state,
Luo Feng laughed.
Just as the outcome of their battle was settled,
the Holy Spirit Cult's third elder-the man who fawned over Luo Feng's mother-in-law-also charged over with his men.
But this fellow was even more cunning.
The moment he saw that Zhang Peng was nearly finished, he hurriedly backed away.
Terror filled his eyes.
"Heh!"
"I never imagined relations within your Holy Spirit Cult were this bad. Even your underling refuses to save you!"
At this sight,
Luo Feng could not help laughing in disbelief.
If he slaughtered his way through, that bootlicker certainly would not escape.
But Luo Feng was fleeing right now, and he still had his young wife and delicate mother-in-law to look after.
He had no time for a killing spree.
Then I'll finish Zhang Peng first!
"You... cough, cough, cough... you!"
Faced with this spectacle of utter abandonment,
Zhang Peng had nothing to say either.
They were all Evil Soul Masters. How could anyone expect brotherhood or solidarity from them?
Naturally, when disaster struck, each bird flew its own way!
"Prepare yourself!"
"I'll let you taste what your deputy cult leader felt!"
"Second form of the Fifth Soul Skill: [Momentary Bloom: Dragon Emperor Judgment]!"
Although he could have simply snapped Zhang Peng's neck,
Luo Feng deliberately used the same move that had taken down the Holy Spirit Cult's deputy cult leader.
He made the wicked Scorpion Tiger Douluo Zhang Peng rapidly age beneath the erosion of time as well.
By the time the third elder returned with the main force,
Luo Feng was already nowhere to be found.
All that remained was old Zhang, with one foot in the grave and barely a breath left...
"Again... it's exactly the same move!"
"I was only gone for a moment, and the Sixth Consecrated Elder has already...!"
As the third elder muttered to himself,
the pursuers around him, whether high-ranking Soul Engineers of the Sun Moon Empire or Titled Douluos of the Holy Spirit Cult,
all turned ashen.
Their hands and feet trembled uncontrollably.
This was an act of intimidation!
And a warning!
Whether the earlier Evil Phoenix Douluo or Zhang Peng before them now,
they had demonstrated Luo Feng's terrifying power with their lives.
Originally, to prevent his subordinates from backing down,
Zhongli Wu had even declared that the reason Luo Feng had not used the second form of his Fifth Soul Skill again
must have been its enormous consumption and extremely long cooldown.
There was absolutely no way he could unleash it a second time so soon.
Then what was this?
As the saying went, what you heard could be false, but seeing was believing.
Watching the aged Zhang Peng breathe his last before their eyes,
who among them still dared give chase?
Evil Soul Masters might be wild, but they were not stupid.
Knowing they would be marching to their deaths, who would charge ahead without a second thought?
The news soon reached Zhongli Wu.
Looking at his wife lying on an ice bed, her vitality draining away bit by bit,
the Holy Spirit Cult's leader's eyes turned bloodshot, and terrifying Death Soul Power erupted from his entire body.
He let out a defiant roar toward the heavens!
"Luo Feng!"
"I'll kill you!"
Just then, the sky above Zhongli Wu suddenly turned red.
A pair of jade-like feet slowly stepped out of the crimson mist.
Then a mature beauty draped entirely in red gauze descended, walking through the air.
She glanced at Zhongli Wu as though she were looking at trash.
"Useless fool. Are you going to lose your reason over a woman?"
"Don't forget our Holy Spirit Cult's millennium grand plan!"
Anyone deceived by this red-clad beauty's appearance would surely have thought her a lovely woman in her early twenties.
But in truth, her identity was anything but ordinary.
Nor was she anywhere near that young!
For she was Ye Xishui!
The Holy Spirit Cult's supreme elder!
And Zhongli Wu's mother!
"Mother, I..."
Seeing the disdain in Ye Xishui's eyes,
Zhongli Wu, who had nearly gone mad, finally calmed down.
"Heh, that boy with the Jade Dragon King is rather interesting. Let me go meet him myself!"
Before you continue