Soul Bone Skill, Ghost Tree Domain

Yan slammed both palms into the ground, dense Soul Power boring through the rock like iron spikes.

Cracks split the ground beneath his feet and rapidly spread outward.

Boom!

Dozens of magma pillars erupted from the cracks at once, each as thick as a bucket and several dozen feet tall.

Magma woven with dark red and brilliant gold shot skyward, carrying scorching rock fragments, then arced through the air and rained down.

The entire ground churned. The magma flowed through every crack like a living thing, melting everything in its path.

The temperature within a radius of over a hundred feet suddenly soared. Every breath felt like inhaling flames.

The magma pillars sealed off the terrain, severely restricting the space available to move.

Chen Feng remained composed. Dark purple branches shot from his palm, cloaked in a dense aura of death.

The chilling aura of death kept the searing flames at bay as the branches darted wildly through the gaps between the magma pillars.

Yan's expression shifted slightly as he suddenly realized that using his fourth Soul Skill seemed to have been an extremely foolish decision.

The magma pillars restricted Chen Feng's movements, but they also restricted his own.

And Chen Feng was not a close-combat Soul Master. His branches could avoid the magma pillars perfectly.

He, on the other hand, had no way to effectively dodge the branches' attacks within the area covered by the magma pillars.

"Third Soul Skill, Hellfire!"

Yan roared angrily and unleashed his second Soul Skill.

The air around him began to distort, and a ring of magma-colored flames started spinning around him.

At first, it only reached his waist, resembling a coiled fire python.

In an instant, it swelled to over ten feet tall.

Its core blazed incandescent gold, its edges curling dark red. The vortex spun faster and faster, drawing all the air within several dozen feet into a scorching cyclone.

The approaching dark purple branches were swept inside, where the terrifying heat continuously scorched their chilling aura of death.

Chen Feng's gaze remained calm as he kept controlling the dark purple branches, circling them around the enormous fiery cyclone and weaving them into layer upon layer of dark purple nets.

Yan curled into a ball. The fiery vortex began to contract around him, forming a meteorite sphere that spun rapidly as it hurtled outward.

Boom!

The rock sphere struck the net of branches, stretching it into an extreme curve.

It spun relentlessly, attempting to snap the net.

But how terrifying was the power of a Soul Skill born from a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring?

These dark purple branches were far tougher than he had imagined. Moreover, they were cloaked in a chilling aura of death, leaving his flames unable to inflict any substantial damage on them in such a short time.

Bam!

Once stretched to its limit, the net of branches snapped back, rebounding the rock sphere toward the ground. With a thunderous crash, it smashed an enormous crater into the earth.

The magma churning beneath the crater quickly submerged the rock sphere.

At the same time, dark purple branches wound around Chen Feng's body, forming a suit of branch armor in moments.

Then he moved, becoming a blur as he charged toward the fallen Yan.

The aura of death on the branches shielded him from the scorching magma flames.

"Second Soul Skill, Granite Rock!"

Yan had only just stood up when he saw a dark purple figure charging toward him. In his panic, he quickly unleashed his final Soul Skill.

His muscles swelled like granite, and his body grew to over two meters tall, greatly enhancing his physical strength and defense.

Then he suddenly hurled a punch at the dark purple figure.

Bam!

With a tremendous crash, Yan's enormous body was sent flying backward.

Before he could land, Chen Feng waved his hand. Dark purple branches filled the air as they shot toward him, winding around his body and binding him in midair.

"How is this possible?"

Yan was appalled.

When they fought yesterday, the Holy Son had not been much stronger than him. He had been confident that, with Granite Rock active, he could at least match the Holy Son.

Never had he expected today's battle to be even more miserable than yesterday's.

Could it be that the Holy Son hadn't exerted himself at all yesterday?

"Still won't admit defeat?"

Chen Feng smiled faintly.

"Hmph! Break!"

Yan snorted coldly, trying to snap his restraints with the strength granted by Granite Rock.

But even after straining with every ounce of strength he had, he could not break free.

"First Soul Skill, Rakshasa Spider Spikes."

Chen Feng called out softly. Dense clusters of finger-long spider spikes extended from the branches that were not binding Yan.

With a slight lift of his finger, one of them shot through the air, piercing straight through that granite-like skin and injecting a trace of Rakshasa Toxin.

"I... feel so dizzy."

Yan felt his reactions growing slower and slower. In his daze, he seemed to see his deceased father and mother waving to him. Their smiles were so kind, so warm.

With his nerves paralyzed and his soul trapped in an illusion, Yan naturally could no longer maintain his Soul Skills.

The Granite Rock covering his body slowly dissipated, and the magma pillars on the ground returned underground.

Chen Feng waved his hand and withdrew all the branches. Yan fell stiffly to the ground and lay motionless.

"Yan!"

Xie Yue and the others hurried over. Seeing his vacant expression and motionless body, they could not help worrying.

Chen Feng said mildly, "It's just a little toxin. He'll be fine in a while."

Only then did Xie Yue and the others relax.

Bibi Dong's expression remained calm, but a trace of surprise appeared in her eyes.

The two Soul Skills this little bastard had used were far too similar to her own attributes.

Could what this little bastard said be true?

Once his intimacy with a family member reached a certain threshold, he could automatically obtain Soul Skills?

And those Soul Skills were related to that family member?

Bibi Dong suddenly felt her cheeks growing warm. She had to make these people keep fighting so they would not notice anything unusual about her.

"Continue! In the upcoming battles, you may use four Soul Skills."

She suddenly felt that Chen Feng's strength was somewhat beyond the limit. If they used only three Soul Skills, those fellows would still be no match for him.

Chen Feng turned to Bibi Dong and complained, "Teacher, openly breaking the rules isn't what a gentleman would do."

Bibi Dong said mildly, "I'm not a gentleman."

Chen Feng froze. That was... a very sound argument.

Xie Yue and the others also froze for a moment. Had Teacher (Her Holiness) said "I"?

In front of them, Teacher (Her Holiness) had always referred to herself as "this seat." She had never said "I."

And had Teacher (Her Holiness) just smiled?

Although that smile had vanished in a flash, they had still seen it.

It seemed His Highness the Holy Son held an important place in Teacher's (Her Holiness's) heart.

Next, Zhang Ping, Sun Chuantao, and Li Kai took the field one after another. They received enhancements from the support Soul Master Xu Yu and used all four of their Soul Skills, but unfortunately, they still all lost.

After all, Chen Feng only had rank 20 Soul Power. After three consecutive battles, his Soul Power had also been greatly depleted.

Bibi Dong said, "Nana, it's your turn. His Soul Power is nearly exhausted. Don't clash with him head-on. You can win by dragging things out until his Soul Power runs dry."

"Yes, Teacher."

Hu Liena took a deep breath and slowly stepped forward, saying with a charming smile, "Your Highness the Holy Son, if you were at your peak, I might be no match for you. But now your Soul Power is nearly exhausted. You can't possibly beat me. Why don't you concede, Your Highness?"

"Is that so?"

Chen Feng smiled calmly. "Rakshasa Ghost Tree Soul Bone Skill, Ghost Tree Domain."