At the sound of that familiar, steady voice, the four girls, their nerves stretched taut, jolted. The wariness on their faces instantly turned to boundless delight as they cried out in unison:
"Teacher!!"
The figure slowly emerging from the night was none other than Yu Xiaogang.
He wore plain robes, and vast soul pressure, as deep as an abyss and broad as the sea, radiated from him.
Against Soul Masters far weaker than oneself, soul pressure was an utterly unreasonable attack from a higher dimension!
Under such absolute suppression, even Soul Saints could not muster the slightest strength to resist.
The two Soul Saints lying on the ground were deathly pale. Beneath that terrifying soul pressure, they could not move so much as a finger. They could only strain to turn their eyes and look behind them in utter terror.
When they saw the white-haired figure emerging from the shadows, their pupils contracted violently, and they blurted out, "Yu Xiaogang!!"
Yu Xiaogang's expression was indifferent. With a cold snort and a sweep of his sleeve, he flicked out two sharp bursts of force, striking the vital points at the backs of their necks with precision.
Thump! Thump!
The two Soul Saints did not even manage a grunt. Their eyes rolled back, and they promptly lost consciousness.
Seeing the crisis resolved in an instant, the four girls withdrew their Martial Souls and hurried over.
Dugu Yan patted her chest, still a little shaken and puzzled. "Teacher, what exactly is going on? Who are they?"
Ning Rongrong also folded her arms, her delicate brows tightly knitted as she pouted indignantly. "Exactly! They've got some nerve, actually ambushing us in the streets!"
Yu Xiaogang looked at the two men lying on the ground like dead dogs and shook his head. "Barring anything unexpected,