The wheels rolled over loose stones.
They made a monotonous sound.
Inside the carriage, it was unusually quiet.
The battle outside the gorge just now.
Had been far too shocking.
Six high-level Soul Masters, killed in an instant!
And there had even been a Soul Elder among them!
The way Wang Sheng and the others looked at Ling Feng.
Had changed from admiration to reverence.
As though looking at a god!
Grandmaster leaned against the carriage wall.
His brows were tightly knitted.
His mind was heavy with worries.
"Teacher?"
Tang San asked softly.
"The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan..."
"Won't let this go."
Grandmaster's voice was heavy.
"Especially with Ling Feng's Martial Soul..."
He glanced at Ling Feng, who was resting with his eyes closed.
That black heavy hammer.
Seemed to still carry traces of an overbearing presence.
When Clear Sky emerged.
The world trembled.
That glory.
Was also trouble enough to engulf the heavens.
"What's there to fear!"
Xiao Wu waved her little fists.
"They were the ones who started it!"
"Besides, Ling Feng is so powerful..."
Admiration shone in her eyes.
But Tang San, like Grandmaster.
Felt a faint worry.
The domineering ways of the Upper Three Sects.
Were something he had long heard of.
The convoy left the Black Wind Gorge area.
The road ahead opened up.
It was almost dark.
Grandmaster was just about to order them to find somewhere to make camp.
When the carriage abruptly stopped!
The horses pulling it were startled.
And neighed without stopping!
"What is it now?"
Grandmaster lifted the carriage curtain.
His heart sank.
In the middle of the dirt road ahead.
Stood a figure.
He was not tall.
Yet he stood planted there like an iron nail.
Blocking their path.
He wore a crisp silver-gray uniform.
The emblem of Silves Academy was embroidered on his left breast.
His face was cold.
A pair of eyes.
Fixed on the first carriage like a hawk's.
To be precise.
They were fixed on Ling Feng inside.
Powerful Soul Power pressure.
Poured out without the slightest restraint!
Like an invisible tide.
It battered everyone's nerves!
"A... a Soul Elder?!"
From the carriage behind.
Zhang Tiedan's voice trembled.
And what was more!
He was by no means an ordinary Soul Elder!
That presence.
Was as heavy as a mountain!
As violent as thunder!
Far beyond level thirty!
This man.
Was none other than the figure atop the cliff!
Lan Feng's teacher.
The powerful teacher leading Silves Academy's team.
Chen Lie!
A level thirty-five Power Attack System Battle Soul Elder!
Martial Soul: Gale Berserk Lion!
Ling Feng opened his eyes.
A sharp gleam flashed in his pupils.
He pushed open the carriage door.
And jumped down.
He stood at the very front of the group.
Facing that surging Soul Power pressure head-on!
"So it was you?"
Chen Lie spoke.
His voice was icy.
Like a knife scraping bone.
"Who injured my student?"
He pointed at Ling Feng.
"Sever one of your own arms."
"And come back with me to answer for your crime."
Overbearing!
Allowing no question!
Grandmaster's expression changed.
He stepped forward.
"Teacher Chen!"
"There's more to this matter..."
"Shut up!"
Chen Lie roared angrily.
An even stronger wave of Soul Power pressure rushed toward Grandmaster!
Grandmaster let out a muffled groan.
He staggered back two steps.
His face went pale.
After all, he was only a Soul Grandmaster.
He could not resist a Soul Elder's pressure at all!
"Teacher!"
Tang San and Xiao Wu hurriedly steadied Grandmaster.
Tang San's gaze sharpened.
He turned his wrist.
Several Bone-Piercing Nails were already clasped between his fingers.
Xiao Wu bared her teeth as well.
Her Soul Power surged.
The two were ready to risk their lives.
"Don't move."
Ling Feng's voice reached them.
It was as calm as ever.
Yet carried an unquestionable command.
He slowly stepped forward.
Shielding Grandmaster and the other two behind him.
Bearing that sky-engulfing Soul Power pressure alone.
Chen Lie narrowed his eyes slightly.
He was a little surprised.
This brat.
Could actually stand so steadily under his Soul Power pressure?
"Won't sever it yourself?"
Chen Lie grinned.
Revealing a trace of a cruel smile.
"Then I'll help you."
He stepped forward!
The ground trembled slightly!
Beneath his feet.
Two yellow and one purple.
Three Soul Rings abruptly rose!
Dazzlingly brilliant!
Especially that deep-purple Thousand-Year Soul Ring!
The fluctuations of energy it released.
Made even the air distort!
Roar!
A lion's roar!
Deafening!
Behind Chen Lie.
The phantom of a massive lion formed from wind and lightning appeared!
Its mane was like steel needles!
Its eyes were like molten lava!
The third Soul Ring!
Blazed with purple light!
"Gale Thunder Claw!"
Chen Lie curled both hands into claws.
And slashed them out!
Riiip!
Several enormous azure wind blades wreathed in lightning!
Tore through the air!
Carrying the breath of destruction!
Slashed straight at Ling Feng!
Too fast!
Too wide a range!
There was no dodging them!
"Ling Feng!"
Tang San cried urgently!
The hidden weapons in his hand were about to shoot out!
Xiao Wu's eyes had gone red!
She wanted to rush forward!
But the spiritual pressure pinned her down!
She could not move!
The shadow of death.
Instantly enveloped Ling Feng!
A Soul Elder!
A full-force strike!
And his third Soul Skill at that!
Ling Feng's pupils contracted sharply!
Every muscle in his body tensed!
An unprecedented sense of danger!
But in his eyes.
There was no fear!
Only an unyielding fire of battle rising!
The Clear Sky Hammer!
Hummed!
It almost flew out on its own!
Inside his body.
The Chaotic Cloak's force-stacking method, which he had never used before, began circulating wildly!
His Soul Power boiled!
He was about to unleash everything!
Even if he exposed his full strength!
He had to withstand this strike!
Just before those frenzied lightning-bladed claws.
Could tear Ling Feng apart!
Just as Tang San's hidden weapons.
Were about to leave his hand!
A cold shout, steady yet laden with towering fury.
Suddenly thundered out!
"Stop!"
The voice was not loud.
Yet it seemed to carry some strange power.
Instantly piercing the howling wind and roaring thunder!
Reaching everyone's ears with perfect clarity!
Chen Lie's movements.
Abruptly faltered!
Those lightning-bladed claws slashing down in a frenzy.
Stopped dead half a foot before Ling Feng!
The fierce wind.
Lifted the hair over Ling Feng's forehead!
But his gaze.
Did not waver in the slightest!
Everyone looked toward the source of the voice in astonishment.
Beside the carriage.
Grandmaster stepped forward!
Standing in front of Ling Feng.
Facing Chen Lie!
On his face.
His usual scholarly elegance was gone.
There was only icy coldness!
In his hand.
He held a token high!
The token was neither metal nor wood.
Its background was dark red.
Upon it.
A longsword.
Pierced diagonally through the emblem of a six-winged angel!
Majestic!
Sacred!
Inviolable!
"Spirit Hall!"
"The Honorary Elder Token?!"
Chen Lie saw the token clearly.
As though scorched by a red-hot branding iron!
His face instantly turned deathly pale!
He shrieked involuntarily.
His Soul Power.
Instantly collapsed!
The phantom Gale Berserk Lion behind him let out a mournful cry.
And reluctantly dissipated.
Those terrifying lightning-bladed claws.
Melted away like ice and snow.
Vanishing into nothing.
The air at the canyon entrance.
Was deathly still.
There was only Chen Lie's heavy breathing.
He stared fixedly at the token in Grandmaster's hand.
His eyes were filled with incredulous horror.
And...
A trace of fear that seeped into his very marrow!
An Honorary Elder?
This unremarkable Soul Grandmaster?
How was that possible!