Your Highness the Holy Son, I'm Your Dog! Yan Feng: I'm Truly Convinced

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Bolstered by terrifying soul power and the might of his Bone Dragon martial soul, Yan Feng tore through the web with his dragon claws and immediately flew into the air.

As long as he seized control of the skies first, he could keep Gu Ming firmly in his grasp.

As far as he knew, spider martial souls could not fly.

Yet Gu Ming merely curled his lips, and the Spider King beneath his feet instantly spat out countless strands of reinforced silk, weaving them into a vast web.

Yan Feng's pupils abruptly contracted, and his second soul ring lit up.

"Second Soul Skill, Dragon Breath!"

Screeech—!

Terrifying dark energy erupted from Yan Feng's mouth.

The Spider King likewise spat out silk, meeting it head-on.

Boom, boom, boom!

The two terrifying forces clashed, sending rolling waves of soul power surging outward. For a moment, neither side gained the upper hand.

Dark Cloud Douluo and Zhang Peng were dumbfounded as they watched.

Why did this kid Gu Ming fight nothing like an ordinary Soul Master? His opponent was Yan Feng, the Holy Spirit Cult's greatest genius, who possessed the Bone Dragon martial soul!

And now, even without Gu Ming himself making a move, his martial soul was already close to firmly overpowering Yan Feng.

Gu Ming was a level 34 Soul Elder, while Yan Feng was a level 44 Soul Ancestor. Shouldn't Gu Ming have been the one being suppressed? How had it become Yan Feng instead?

Did that make any sense?

It made no sense at all!

Standing to the side, Feng Ling's lips curved into a faint, mocking smile. She could not have felt more pleased.

That's the Holy Son I raised, all right. A gap in soul power doesn't tell the whole story. A powerful martial soul and powerful combat abilities—that's true strength.

Yan Feng's soul power is high, and he's worth nurturing, but compared to Gu Ming, it's the difference between a father and his son.

Decent talent. A shame his ceiling is a little low.

Meanwhile, the Holy Spirit Cult's Golden Generation—Yan Feng's lackeys—were also stunned by the sight of the two attacks meeting on equal footing.

Their boss, Yan Feng, was being suppressed!

No!

This was impossible!

At that moment, the most shocked of all was Yan Feng himself, with a giant question mark practically floating through his mind.

Which of us is really the level 44 Soul Ancestor? I'm already using almost all my strength, but the Holy Son hasn't even truly made a move, and I'm being suppressed.

The situation was nothing like what he had imagined earlier.

It was a father beating his son, all right—only their roles had been reversed.

At that thought, Yan Feng took a deep breath, and his fourth soul ring lit up.

"Fourth Soul Skill, Burial Ground."

Boom, boom, boom!

A massive six-pointed star formation instantly appeared on the training ground below. Accompanied by terrifying dark energy, its light fell upon Gu Ming and the Spider King.

This was Yan Feng's strongest soul skill. It could forcibly restrain an opponent while devouring their vitality and soul power.

Gu Ming, at level 34, would surely be unable to escape.

At that moment, Gu Ming's expression did indeed turn grave, though only because he did not want to lose too much vitality. He immediately released soul power from both hands and shouted, "Spider King, Demon Weapon Transformation!"

Endless dark energy burst from the Spider King's four eyes, enveloping Gu Ming.

In an instant, Gu Ming held the Demon Weapon Three-Section Staff, wreathed in demonic energy, and it transformed into a long staff.

Gu Ming's second soul ring lit up immediately afterward.

Second Soul Skill, Instant Flash!

This soul skill allowed him to ignore control-type soul skills and swiftly break away, even when his opponent was stronger than him.

Thus, Gu Ming easily escaped the range of Burial Ground and vanished from Yan Feng's sight.

To Yan Feng, Gu Ming shifted through several positions in the blink of an eye, leaving only an afterimage behind. He could not lock onto him to attack at all.

He was too fast—so fast that the naked eye could not follow him.

At that moment, Gu Ming curled his lips, and his first soul ring lit up. Raising the Spider Martial Soul high, he declared, "First Soul Skill, Darkness Skyfall."

Whoosh—!

Darkness completely covered the space above Yan Feng's head, leaving him nowhere to dodge. A massive spiderweb descended from the sky, instantly wrapping him up like a rice dumpling.

This time, Yan Feng tried to repeat his earlier trick, only to discover that he could not break free no matter what he did. He could not even muster his soul power.

Every means at his disposal was now completely sealed.

Gu Ming flashed toward him in rapid succession and sneered, "I forgot to tell you. This is my hard-control soul skill. Even an elder would be forcibly immobilized for a second. Do you think you can break free?"

Yan Feng's pupils abruptly contracted. This is bad.

The next moment, Gu Ming unleashed a storm of blows right before the elders' eyes. Wielding the Spider Martial Soul, he flashed back and forth, shifting his stance as he delivered a savage beating.

One staff strike followed another, beating Yan Feng until he spat blood.

Gu Ming had no intention of holding back. He knew perfectly well that he had to beat these peers into submission, or this bunch of turncoats would cause trouble sooner or later.

Rather than deal with them one by one, he might as well teach them a thorough lesson today.

Boom, boom, boom!

Like a punching bag, Yan Feng took one heavy frontal blow after another, beaten half-paralyzed and coughing up blood.

The watching elders covered their eyes.

Too savage!

The Holy Son was practically beating him to death.

Feng Ling, however, felt it still was not enough, because this was how one established authority.

Back then, she had done just as Gu Ming was doing now, beating the Holy Spirit Cult's elders into submission before finally becoming the Vice Cult Leader.

Even the Holy Son had to face this kind of challenge.

If he did not beat Yan Feng into submission today, these people would refuse to accept Gu Ming in the future.

By now, Yan Feng's body had swollen from the beating as he hung in midair.

Gu Ming hammered away while asking, "Convinced yet? Still want to provoke me?"

Yan Feng hurriedly shouted, "Your Highness, I surrender..."

Gu Ming gripped the Spider Martial Soul with both hands again and swung it viciously straight at him.

Boom!!

The Spider Martial Soul slammed into Yan Feng, sending him flying backward like a cannonball. He tumbled across the ground like a rolling gourd, only stopping when he crashed into the wall.

The members of the Holy Spirit Cult's Golden Generation hurried over.

"Brother Feng, how are you?"

"Brother Feng, are you still alive? We can't lose you!"

"Brother Feng..."

Concerned voices rang out beside Yan Feng's ears, rousing him from unconsciousness.

Looking at those faces, Yan Feng spat out a mouthful of blood.

These bastards were not worried about him. His defeat meant the Holy Son would inevitably settle accounts with them, so now they were putting on a show of deep brotherly affection.

After all, there was no brotherly affection in the Holy Church.

Just then, Gu Ming slowly landed on the ground with the Spider Martial Soul in hand and asked bluntly, "Still want the Ten Thousand Year Soul Bone?"

"No, not anymore."

Yan Feng shook his head incessantly, pulled free of his lackeys' hands, and staggered forward. Dropping to one knee and cupping his hands, he declared, "From now on, I belong to Your Highness. I'm Your Highness's dog. If anyone dares disrespect you, I'll be the first to kill him!"

At his words, the lackeys' eyes darted, and they too rushed before Gu Ming to pledge their loyalty.

The whole group loudly hailed the Holy Son as a badass.

Listening to his lackeys' pledges, Gu Ming quietly raised his chin and said mildly, "Enough. I'm not the sort to hold grudges. As long as you understand your place and behave yourselves from now on, I won't treat you poorly."

"Thank you for your appreciation, Holy Son. From now on, I'm Your Highness's dog."

Yan Feng cupped his hands and pledged his loyalty again, his tone utterly devout and sincere.

Seeing this, the lackeys followed Yan Feng's example and pledged their loyalty, all shouting:

"We're all Your Highness's dogs! We'll follow your lead alone. If Your Highness tells us to go east, we'll never go west. If Your Highness tells us to die, we'll absolutely die!"

"May the Holy Emperor live forever! The Holy Son's talent is unrivaled beneath the heavens!"

Yan Feng, who had just pledged his loyalty, felt the corner of his mouth twitch sharply.

Those words were far too familiar!

These turncoats had said the same things to him before. Now that they had found a new boss, they were even more devout than he was.

Shameless. Absolutely shameless!

He had clearly gotten there first.

In an instant, these turncoats struck Yan Feng off their list of bosses and placed the Holy Son, Gu Ming, at the very top.

There was no helping it. This was the Holy Church's tradition: strength reigned supreme.

They were all desperate to get ahead!

Besides, even Yan Feng had lost. What else could they do? If they did not pledge loyalty now, were they supposed to wait for accounts to be settled? They were all Evil Soul Masters, after all. Of course they knew how to play the game better than ordinary people.