"Not interested."
Chen Feng rejected the offer without hesitation.
He held no goodwill toward the Spirit Hall under Bibi Dong's rule. How many atrocities had been orchestrated by her hand? As the inheritor of the Rakshasa God, Bibi Dong was the embodiment of cruelty. Their ideals were irreconcilable.
As for the other faction of Spirit Hall—led by Qian Daoliu and the worship elders—they remained aloof from worldly affairs, loyal only to the legacy of the Angel God. But Chen Feng, as the chosen inheritor of the original Shura God, could not possibly join them either.
Moreover, in his past life, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan had been nearly destroyed by Spirit Hall, and Sword Douluo had died at their hands. He had every reason to oppose them.
The purple-robed bishop's face darkened.
"Think carefully. If you insist on defiance, you may very well die here today."
Chen Feng chuckled.
"You? A mere Soul King?"
Off to the side, Yu Tianlong nearly choked.
Brother, you're only a Soul Ancestor... What makes you think you can talk down to a Soul King like that?!
The bishop coldly snorted.
"With your soul ring quality, perhaps an average Soul King couldn't take you. But I am not average."
"I am a Level 59 Assault-Type Battle Soul King. Many Soul Emperors can't even match my offensive power. And you, a mere Soul Ancestor, dare to talk big?"
"Level 59…" Chen Feng's heart sank slightly.
Even with all his encounters and opportunities, he had only just reached Level 46. The difference in soul power between them was vast.
And with two yellow-robed Soul Elders and eight white-robed Grandmasters on the enemy's side—though they couldn't threaten him directly—they could cause enough interference to be dangerous. Altogether, the odds were stacked against him.
"Tianlong," Chen Feng whispered, "I'll lure out the three strongest. Follow the plan and make a break for it. A few Grandmasters won't be able to stop you."
"No way!" Yu Tianlong snapped. "I'm not leaving you behind!"
Chen Feng shook his head.
"Trust me. I can get out—maybe even kill them. But with you here, I can't fight at full strength."
Yu Tianlong clenched his fists. No matter how unwilling he felt, he had to admit—he was the one dragging them down. If his right arm hadn't been crippled, if he were at Soul Ancestor level, at the very least, he could have held off one or two of the weaker enemies.
But now...
He swallowed hard and gave a bitter nod.
Suddenly, Chen Feng shouted:
"Now!"
"Fourth Soul Skill—Killing Intent Unleashed!"
His black soul ring flared ominously. The only ten-thousand-year ring present—activated!
In an instant, his figure seemed to split into five overlapping silhouettes. The Seven Kill Sword gleamed with azure light, each illusion holding the same lethal intent.
Movement Technique—Nine-Shadow Dragon Form!
This was a movement skill Chen Feng had trained for years in the Hunting Soul Village. Though not the fastest technique, its unique ability to create phantom images made it excellent for confusing opponents.
He had mastered it to the small success stage—capable of producing five independent illusions.
To onlookers, it seemed there were now five Chen Fengs, each wielding a Seven Kill Sword. But everyone knew—only one of them was real.
What made it deadly was that even while moving, the illusions remained nearly indistinguishable from the real body.
"Hmph! Step aside!" the bishop barked. "No matter what tricks he plays, he's coming for me!"
He wasn't wrong. Killing the lesser Spirit Masters wouldn't help. Chen Feng had to break through the Soul King to escape.
Chen Feng's eyes gleamed coldly.
You think my fourth soul skill is that easy to defend against?
Whoosh—
All five shadows surged toward the bishop—and at that very moment, Chen Feng's eyes flared with two streaks of blue light.
Spiritual Attack!
Don't forget—after consuming the Autumn-Water Dew, Chen Feng's Sword Dao Heavenly Eye had reached a new realm.
In terms of spiritual power, he was far beyond most Soul Masters—even Soul Kings struggled to match him.
This was one of his trump cards.
The bishop's mind went blank, as though his skull had been hammered by a warhammer. Blood seeped from his eyes, nose, and ears.
At that instant, Killing Intent Unleashed struck in full force.
CLANG!
This soul skill guaranteed double damage on the first strike—a devastating critical hit.
Even a Level 59 Soul King, with his spiritual sea shattered momentarily, couldn't withstand it.
But then—
"Stop!"
A second voice roared through the air.
A second purple-robed bishop appeared, his soul rings glowing—two yellow, two purple, one black.
He was a Soul King, too—Rank 55 or higher—and his martial spirit was the Frost Armor Turtle.
He charged like a bolt of ice.
Chen Feng had no time to dodge. He had to kill the first bishop while the mental strike still lingered—or facing two Soul Kings at once would be suicide.
Swish—!
The Seven Kill Sword cut clean through.
The bishop's head flew, blood spurting a meter high.
"No! You little bastard—I'll kill you!!" the second bishop howled.
His fourth soul ring burst with light.
Chen Feng couldn't escape.
His only option was to summon his external soul bone:
The Eight Spider Lances!
This was his first time using them in real combat. Truthfully, Chen Feng never relied on the Spider Lances. Back when he stole them from Tang San, it was more about denying a potential enemy.
But today, they were finally put to real use.
Thanks to his time refining his body in the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well, and the celestial herbs he'd consumed, the Eight Spider Lances had evolved dramatically.
Most notably, they had become far more durable, glowing with a muted metallic sheen.
"BOOM!"
The Frost Armor Turtle's full-powered charge slammed into the Spider Lances.
Four of the eight lances shattered instantly.
This was the Soul King's full strength!
Chen Feng's body was sent flying dozens of meters, smashing through a tree before coming to a halt.
He coughed up a mouthful of black blood. The turtle's ice-attributed soul power surged into his organs, nearly freezing him from the inside out.
Luckily, he had previously consumed the Eight-Petal Ice Crystal—or this single hit might have killed him outright.