Kong Youde felt that irresistible force closing in at tremendous speed. He had no time to use a defensive soul skill-in fact, he had no defensive soul skills at all.
Though he knew there was a gap between his strength and Feng Qisheng's, he had no intention of giving up resistance.
He mustered every last bit of soul power in his body. The Golden Spirit Blade shone dazzlingly in his hand, his final hope.
A golden Soul Power Shield instantly flared around Kong Youde. Its light seemed as solid and hard as a physical barrier as it tried to withstand Feng Qisheng's Wind God Sprint.
However, Feng Qisheng's soul skill was simply too powerful.
When his wind-light collided with Kong Youde's golden protective glow, a muffled hiss rang out.
Under the impact of the wind-light, that golden protective glow rapidly collapsed, utterly unable to withstand the overwhelming force.
Boom! A tremendous crash rang out. Kong Youde felt an irresistible force surge into his body in an instant, as though even his soul were being torn apart.
He lost control of his body in midair and was hurled away like a fallen leaf.
Kong Youde slammed heavily into the ground. Agonizing pain spread throughout his body, as though every cell were groaning in torment.
Blood sprayed from his mouth, and his face turned as pale as paper. He had clearly suffered serious injuries.
Feng Qisheng's figure slowly emerged in the air. He stared coldly at Kong Youde lying on the ground, a flicker of vindictive satisfaction crossing his face.
Though the fight had taken a few turns and he had suffered a minor setback, its overall outcome had never been in doubt. Kong Youde was no match for him.
The others inside the Ji residence were stunned by the sight as