Xue Haicang struck first. With a gentle beat of the wings on his back, everyone in the arena felt a light breeze sweep past. His figure vanished in midair, and when he reappeared, he was already right in front of Ma Hongjun.
"First Soul Skill: Blood Feather Wheel Slash!"
As his words fell, the originally snow-white wings on Xue Haicang's back suddenly took on a blood-red hue.
With each sweep of his wings, blood-red crescent slashes descended on Ma Hongjun from head to toe, blotting out the sky.
Xue Haicang attacked far too quickly. Ma Hongjun had no time to react and could only hastily muster his soul power to unleash Phoenix Fire Line.
Phoenix Fire Line's advantage lay in its continuous stream: as long as Ma Hongjun's soul power held out, the flames he spat would never stop.
But the gap between their soul power was enormous. Xue Haicang was a Level 47 Soul Ancestor, while Ma Hongjun was merely a Level 31 Soul Elder—a difference of sixteen levels.
On top of that, one had struck with full force while the other resisted in haste. The outcome spoke for itself.
Just two slashes tore Phoenix Fire Line apart. The remaining slashes struck Ma Hongjun all over his body.
"Aah!"
Dozens of hideous wounds were sliced across Ma Hongjun's body, blood pouring out and soaking his clothes.
His entire arm had been cut halfway through, exposing stark white bone, while his whole right hand became a mangled mass of flesh and blood.
Xue Haicang had shown no mercy with this attack. He intended to finish Ma Hongjun in a single move to avenge Yu Tianheng's injuries.
Ma Hongjun's scream made Tang San and Xiao Wu shudder as they fought fiercely against the Shi Brothers. Xiao Wu involuntarily turned to look.