Wang Feng's Martial Soul Avatar (3)

After truly becoming Soul Saint, Wang Feng's strength underwent a qualitative change, making him invincible within the same realm.

Even when facing four Soul Saints, Wang Feng still handled it with ease.

At this moment, while Wang Feng was engaged in fierce battle with the four Soul Saints, two figures were watching this scene from the sky above the distant dense forest.

"Where on earth did this guy come from? How can he be so monstrous!"

"His First Soul Ring was Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring. I really don't know how he did it."

A hint of envy flickered in their eyes; neither of them wanted to be the number one genius on the continent.

They were Titled Douluo of the Flowing Moon Holy See. Originally, they didn't want to come, after all, it was suicidal for a Soul Saint to overestimate his abilities and challenge Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast.

But since it was Su Ke's request, they came to take a look, but they never expected to see such a wonderful scene.

They did not interfere with the battle between Wang Feng and the four Soul Saints, but watched from a distance.

Wang Feng did not disappoint them, single-handedly killing five Soul Saints.

After the battle, Wang Feng hurriedly checked Su Ke's injuries. Fortunately, there were no fatal wounds, nor had his foundation been damaged.

Su Ke looked at Wang Feng with a helpless expression, his eyes full of envy. If he had Wang Feng's strength, the affairs of the Flowing Moon Holy See wouldn't be so troublesome.

"Don't worry about me, you need to heal your wounds first! It's not safe here yet, we need to get out of here."

"Good."

Wang Feng nodded, but just then, two figures suddenly appeared in front of them.

Who goes there!

Wang Feng warily observed the two who had suddenly appeared, immediately recognizing from Wang Feng auras that they were Titled Douluo.

Wang Feng frowned deeply upon seeing the two Titled Douluo.

Facing two Titled Douluo, if he were in peak condition, he might be able to escape, but right now, if they started fighting, he would probably die.

"Wang Feng, this is Titled Douluo of our Holy See."

Su Ke suddenly spoke up at this moment, and at the same time he stood up and bowed to the two of them.

"Greetings to the two Venerable Elders."

Wang Feng was taken aback, and his anxiety subsided, but he remained vigilant.

"Elder Su, you're too kind."

A Titled Douluo chuckled, raised his hand to help Su Ke up, and then began to heal Su Ke's injuries.

"Is this the Wang Feng you were talking about? He really is a monster! He fought five Soul Saints all by himself and even killed them. That's amazing!"

The two Titled Douluo liked Wang Feng more and more, and wished they could take him as their disciple.

But they also knew that there was definitely an even more terrifying force behind a monster like Wang Feng.

The fact that they found nothing out suggests that the power behind Wang Feng far surpasses even that of the Flowing Moon Holy See.

"By the way, didn't you say you were going to hunt a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast? Do you have a target yet?"

"That one has already been killed."

"What!"

"You two? Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast!"

The two were stunned. Suddenly, they saw the deep crater at the center of the battle and the enormous creature.

"Abyssal Demonic Flood Dragon, you two did it?"

Their faces were filled with disbelief. That was Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast! Even they couldn't easily kill a 100,000-year-old Abyssal Demonic Flood Dragon.

Su Ke nodded and looked at Wang Feng, saying, "To be precise, Wang Feng killed this Abyssal Demonic Flood Dragon entirely by himself."

"What!"

"How is that possible! You mean he..."

The two were stunned into silence. Wang Feng had killed them all single-handedly—what did that mean?

The two remained silent for a long time before finally leading Wang Feng and Su Ke away from there, returning to the Flowing Moon Holy See.

After returning, Wang Feng never left, and Su Ke was also recovering from his injuries.

Two months later, the selection of the new leader of the Flowing Moon Holy See officially began.

The first round was collecting herbs, which posed no pressure for Wang Feng.

Two weeks later, the first round of trials ended, and unsurprisingly, Wang Feng ranked first. The second round of trials followed, in which the three of them had to fight against three bishops.

Originally, Mo Han and Le Minglou intended to target Wang Feng. They disliked Wang Feng and knew nothing about Wang Feng background, so they naturally didn't want to entrust the future of the Flowing Moon Holy See to a stranger.

Of course, they were even less willing to have a lower status than Su Ke in the Flowing Moon Holy See, and naturally did not want the person chosen by Su Ke to win.

But after fighting Wang Feng, they realized just how terrifying Wang Feng truly was.

Originally, they were not supposed to fight the candidate at full strength, but even when they went all out in the battle, they still couldn't defeat Wang Feng.

Therefore, in the end, Wang Feng still finished first in the second round of assessment.

Inside the cathedral, Mo Han and Le Minglou glared at Su Ke.

After a long silence, Mo Han said with dissatisfaction, "Su Ke, what methods did you use? Who exactly is that kid? How could he have reached the strength of Soul Saint at such a young age and possess two Hundred Thousand Year Soul Rings? This is simply impossible."

"That's right, it's impossible for anyone to have a ten-thousand-year First Soul Ring one. Su Ke, just who is he?"

Su Ke smiled gently at the two of them. "I'm sorry, I don't know his identity either, but you only need to know one thing: no matter who he is or what his status is, he is now a candidate for the leader of the sect."

"You!"

The two were furious. There was no point in continuing the assessment. The candidates they had chosen were only Soul Emperor, and the gap between them and Wang Feng was too great. They had no chance of winning at all.

Despite their reluctance, they ultimately decided to give up on the third round of assessment.

Three days later, Wang Feng was officially granted the honor and status of the leader of the Holy See in the main cathedral of Flowing Moon Holy See.

He originally had to undergo some trials before he could truly become the leader when his strength reached the Soul Douluo.

However, considering that the cohesion of the Flowing Moon Holy See was already like a pot of loose sand, Su Ke and the other two directly let Wang Feng succeed as the leader.

Many people were dissatisfied with the sudden appearance of a new leader, a young man, who was directly appointed as the leader.

Su Ke and his two companions ignored those who had objections and left this difficult problem to Wang Feng.

Wang Feng's solution was crude and simple: if anyone disagreed, he would just take action and beat them until they submitted.

For the next two weeks, Wang Feng followed Su Ke to various branches of the Holy See, and battles broke out wherever they went.

Wang Feng's actions were entirely one-sided abuse, beating the deacons of various Vatican branches so badly that they were bedridden for over a month, thus solidifying Wang Feng's position within the Flowing Moon Holy See.

No one dared to question this young leader anymore, and because of Wang Feng's terrifying and domineering Soul Ring Configuration, everyone in the Flowing Moon Holy See began to accelerate their cultivation.

At the headquarters of the Flowing Moon Holy See, Wang Feng suddenly handed a box to Su Ke.

"What's this?"

"Bishop Su, this is the Head Soul Bone of the Abyssal Demonic Flood Dragon. It's for you."

"Soul Bone! No, Master, absolutely not!"

"Alright, stop refusing. This Soul Bone isn't suitable for me, so just accept it! I have something to tell you!"

"Then thank you very much, Master."

Su Ke didn't refuse any longer, and after accepting the Soul Bone, he asked, "Master, what is it you need?"

Wang Feng asked impatiently, "Bishop Su, can I go and look at the clues about becoming a god?"

Su Ke chuckled and shook his head. "I knew you'd ask sooner or later. Let's go!"