When Mu Yueye saw the Bone Dragon apparition and the four Soul Rings beneath the young man's feet-two yellow and two purple-he knew who he was: Yan Feng, an Evil Soul Master with a Bone Dragon Martial Soul and Zhongli Wu's personal disciple.
At that thought, Mu Yueye couldn't help rubbing his brow as he said,
"Day after day, all I do is fight people at my own level."
The young man looked at Mu Yueye. Though his expression was relatively calm, the wounds the Light of Dawn had seared across his body didn't lie.
A trace of anger appeared on the young man's handsome, gloomy face as he said to Mu Yueye,
"Heh heh heh, such immense power of light. It's unforgettable. If I could absorb all of it, I bet it would be a great tonic!"
As Yan Feng spoke, a pair of ice-blue bone wings spread from his back, facing Mu Yueye's golden dragon wings across the distance.
Mu Yueye simply smiled, beckoned Yan Feng with a finger, and said,
"That depends on whether your teeth are tough enough to swallow my life force."
Yan Feng snorted. His First Soul Ring and Third Soul Ring shimmered with ice-blue Soul Power, and he didn't stop talking as he released his Soul Skills.
"If it weren't for that damned First Soul Skill of yours, you'd have lost more than a third of your life by now."
As Yan Feng's two Soul Rings flashed, his body suddenly turned illusory. Then her body doubled in size, and immediately afterward, his Second Soul Ring flashed as well.
Mu Yueye smiled and said to Yan Feng,
"Fine, fine, fine. If I use my First Soul Skill again from here on, I'll count it as my loss!"
Mu Yueye simply withdrew his Soul Skill. Beating his golden wings, he said to Yan Feng,
"I'll give you five minutes. Come on, release your Soul Skill."
Seeing how unconcerned Mu Yueye was, Yan Feng felt anger surge up from nowhere. He gritted his teeth and said bitterly,
"First Soul Skill, Dragon Transformation! Third Soul Skill, Transform into a Dragon!"
Empowered by the two Soul Skills, the dragon head of his Second Soul Skill finally appeared. Mu Yueye simply waited in silence for the bone dragon's head to take shape.
Yan Feng assumed he was here to play. He chuckled and focused even more intently on controlling the bone dragon's head.
Although Master told me I absolutely mustn't kill you for fun, making a fool of you shouldn't break the rules, right? I'll just freeze all your clothes to pieces.
Thinking of the wounds on his hands, Yan Feng thought to himself as he released the dragon breath, its power adjusted.
A mass of ice-blue air swept toward Mu Yueye like a roaring mountain and a raging sea.
"Fourth Soul Skill, Sacred Dragon Dark Gold Break!"
The instant the current came within half an arm's length of Mu Yueye, he released his Fourth Soul Skill.
This time, there was no Soul Tool with an automatic power-detection and response system. It was entirely up to the two of them to exercise restraint.
The enormous dark-gold dragon Mu Yueye unleashed collided with the ice-blue current like a heavy truck hitting an ordinary creature half a person's height.
It wasn't even a matter of crushing it; the current was nothing more than a speed bump.
Yan Feng stared at Mu Yueye in disbelief, desperately channeling his Soul Power in an attempt to increase the force of his dragon breath.
But it was all in vain. Mu Yueye soon disappeared from Yan Feng's sight, leaving only the enormous golden dragon.
Sacred Dragon Dark Gold Break, this Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Skill, possessed more than just the Dark Gold Terrorclaw Bear's outrageously tyrannical attack power. More importantly, it strengthened the Radiant Sacred Dragon's bloodline power.
It carried a trace of judgmental dragon might, capable of inflicting mental pressure and mental disorientation on any target.
Besides that, its power was equivalent to the full-force attack of a typical Soul Emperor. Even against Ma Xiaotao, the Soul Emperor who had gone mad in the original work, this move would have been remarkably effective.
Let alone against Yan Feng.
Yan Feng found that even using a secret technique was no help. Left with no other choice, he pulled out a crude cigarette, closed his eyes, and took a deep drag.
The golden dragon carried Yan Feng into the sky, then slammed him hard into the ground.
Under Mu Yueye's control, the blow didn't take Yan Feng's life. He simply walked up to Yan Feng and looked at his cold, handsome face.
Yan Feng was no longer as relaxed as he had been. On the contrary, his upper garments were in tatters, exposing his lean muscles, and he lay on the ground, gasping weakly.
Mu Yueye glanced at Shrek Academy. Lights were only just coming on over there, which confirmed his suspicion.
What happened today was most likely arranged by those two old-timers, Mu En and Long Xiaoyao.
Feeling increasingly playful, he planted a foot on Yan Feng as he struggled to rise and said in a somewhat flippant tone,
"Tell me, who's devouring whom now?"
Yan Feng coughed several times. Hearing Mu Yueye's flippant tone, he couldn't help shuddering and looked at him suspiciously.
Mu Yueye smiled, gave Yan Feng a kick that was neither too hard nor too soft, and said,
"You only recently obtained that Fourth Soul Skill. There's still hope for you, so use it sparingly. Think about Bone Douluo from ten thousand years ago, then look at yourself now."
Yan Feng gave a bitter laugh. Judging by his expression, Mu Yueye didn't think he had anything good to say, so he tossed his own coat over Yan Feng's face and said before disappearing,
"Smoke less. You couldn't beat me even without smoking. The more you smoke, the worse the quality of your Soul Power gets, and the less chance you have of being my match."
Yan Feng pulled the coat off his face, snorted softly, and silently got to his feet.
"Junior brother, are you all right?!"
Yan Shaozhe rushed out just then, his white robes especially conspicuous in the night, and met Mu Yueye head-on.
Mu Yueye snorted and said irritably,
"If this is how vigilant our Shrek Academy is, we might as well disband sooner rather than later. Someone's already shitting right in your face, and you're still this slow to react."
Yan Shaozhe froze, then scratched his head and said to Mu Yueye, somewhat embarrassed,
"I happened to be meditating and cultivating today. As soon as I opened my eyes, I noticed something was wrong and came out. That wasn't too slow, was it?"
Mu Yueye narrowed his eyes, waved a hand at Yan Shaozhe, and said to him with even less patience,
"Forget it. I can't explain it clearly to you, senior brother. There may still be an Evil Soul Master over there. Please take some people to check it out. Sister Lexuan went over to investigate."
Yan Shaozhe nodded, then gestured to several white-robed figures behind him. One of them escorted Mu Yeyue back to Shrek Academy.
The rest followed Yan Shaozhe toward the place Mu Yueye had indicated.
After entering Shrek Academy, Mu Yueye naturally headed straight for the inner courtyard, in the direction of the Sea God Pavilion.
Mu En seemed to have expected Mu Yeyue's arrival and smiled at him.
Seeing Mu En like that, Mu Yueye instead slowed his steps, turned around, and headed back out.
This time, it was Mu En who was unsure what was happening. After Mu Yueye had taken a few steps, he took the initiative to ask...