"Such an intense light attribute... it really is Qian Renxue."
While Lu Feng was fighting, Luo Wu Pao's nose had sensed someone in the nearby woods.
With such an extreme light attribute, in the entire Heaven Dou City, Lu Feng couldn't think of anyone else besides Qian Renxue. Therefore, Lu Feng had disguised himself with a Spirit Hall identity.
"Lu Feng, was that you fighting just now? You aren't injured, are you?" Xue Qinghe pretended to ask anxiously.
In reality, Xue Qinghe had just been too bored staying in the city, so he went out to relax.
His long life undercover kept his nerves constantly tense. Every once in a while, he would find an excuse to slip out of the city to clear his mind.
Just now, Xue Qinghe had felt a dense aura of light appear nearby. That warm energy was not the slightest bit weaker compared to his Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul.
A vague guess formed in his heart, so he couldn't wait to rush over.
And the result was indeed Lu Feng!
Xue Qinghe just hadn't expected that Lu Feng would have the ability to kill a Soul Saint.
"Lu Feng, did you make this big crater on the ground? That's amazing." Xue Qinghe looked at the majestic Lu Feng before him, his eyes twinkling like stars.
He couldn't wait to know how Lu Feng had done it.
Hearing this, Lu Feng's mind raced. What do I do? Do I expose Luo Wu Pao's ability?
No! At least not now. Lu Feng's gaze darkened, and he quickly formed a plan.
Fusing with Luo Wu Pao was currently his strongest method.
Back when he killed Zhao Wuji, he had relied on this move. Unless absolutely necessary, Lu Feng was unwilling to expose his trump card.
"Hmph!"
Lu Feng snorted coldly, releasing a tyrannical aura from his body. "Spirit Hall business. Idlers, clear the way!"
"..."
Hearing this, Xue Qinghe's eyes instantly widened.
He somewhat doubted his own ears. Did I hear that wrong?
Xue Qinghe asked blankly, "Lu Feng, when did you become one of Spirit Hall's people?"
Lu Feng glanced at him and held his head high. "Thanks to Lord Salas's appreciation, I am now a Third-Class Knight of Honor of the Heaven Dou City Spirit Temple, ordered to eliminate fallen ones in the area."
"Fallen ones?" Xue Qinghe's face immediately darkened.
As the Young Master of Spirit Hall, he naturally knew how much disaster a fallen Soul Master could bring to the continent if they grew strong.
A Soul Saint-level fallen Soul Master...
Xue Qinghe dared not imagine how many people had died at his hands.
"Brother Qinghe, although you are the esteemed Crown Prince, if you interfere with Spirit Hall's arrest of a fallen one, I will definitely report it to Her Holiness the Pope," Lu Feng said in a deep voice.
Xue Qinghe frowned. "Lu Feng, with your current strength, Salas actually sent you out alone to execute such a dangerous mission?"
Lu Feng didn't answer his question. He coughed lightly. "Your Highness the Crown Prince, I still have to rush back to the Spirit Temple to report to Lord Salas. I will take my leave first."
With that, Lu Feng ignored the stunned Xue Qinghe and fled the scene as if escaping.
After a long time, Xue Qinghe finally came back to his senses.
"How did I let him run away! Wasn't I going to ask him about that giant dragon armor?"
"Fallen one?"
"Hmph, what fallen one is bold enough to run to Heaven Dou City?"
"Damn it, I was tricked by him!" Xue Qinghe took a deep breath, suddenly feeling a tightness in his chest.
"She Long." Xue Qinghe called out coldly.
As his voice fell, the air around him distorted slightly, and a white-haired old man appeared beside him.
The old man was over two meters tall, his figure thin like a spear.
The old man bowed slightly. "Young Master."
Xue Qinghe's eyes flickered, and he said through gritted teeth, "From today on, follow Lu Feng constantly. No matter what he does, report to me every day."
"Then, after the Soul Master tournament ends, tie him up and bring him back to Spirit Hall for me."
The old man frowned upon hearing this. "Then what about your side, Young Master?"
Xue Qinghe shook his head and said, "Ci Xue alone is enough. Anyway, when the Soul Master finals arrive, I will also return to Spirit Hall."
"By the way, Young Master, Lu Feng should have harvested a soul bone just now." A sharp light flashed in She Long's eyes.
That was a soul bone.
Although She Long was a Titled Douluo and his soul power had been cultivated to the peak of a Soul Master, who would complain about having too many soul bones?
"What, is there a problem?" Xue Qinghe's gaze turned cold, and he spoke in a low voice.
"N-no problem." She Long instantly felt a chill on his back. Although the other party's soul power was far inferior to his, She Long dared not offend this person.
A faint smile touched the corner of Xue Qinghe's mouth. "She Long, you have followed Grandfather for decades. Then you came to Heaven Dou City to protect me all this time. When Spirit Hall's great undertaking is complete, I will naturally request credit for you."
"Your subordinate dares not presume." She Long bowed slightly, his tone excited.
"One more thing. Go beat up Salas for me."
"Yes!"
On the street, Lu Feng strolled along.
"She shouldn't be angry, right?" Lu Feng recalled his conversation with Qian Renxue; there didn't seem to be any problems.
"Forget it, whatever."
"It's not like she'll send a Titled Douluo to beat me up."
The next day, Spirit Arena.
In the first row of the VIP seats, a rare vacancy appeared.
Usually, Ning Fengzhi and Salas took turns appearing.
According to the tournament schedule, today should be Salas. But the matches for the day were half over, and Lu Feng hadn't seen him.
This match was Shrek versus Thunderclap Academy.
Thunderclap Academy's strength was absolutely among the best of all participating teams.
On the field, only three members of the Shrek team remained.
They were Zhu Zhuqing, Tang San, and Dai Mubai, the three Soul Ancestors.
At the start of the match, Thunderclap Academy relied on their formidable explosive power to instantly eliminate three opponents. Subsequently, they broke through Shrek's defense and knocked Ning Rongrong off the stage.
However, the remaining three Shrek members showed super resilience.
In the original work, almost every match Shrek won was due to team coordination.
But now, it was completely the opposite. Formidable individual strength had become Shrek's label. In every match, Zhu Zhuqing eliminated at least three opponents.
Now, there was also Tang San.
"Did Tang San take growth hormones? How did his soul power increase so fiercely?" Lu Feng frowned slightly as he watched Tang San fighting Yu Tianxin.
Clearly, a few days ago, his soul power was only level thirty-eight.
But now, not only had he obtained his fourth soul ring, but in Luo Wu Pao's perception, his soul power fluctuation was actually on par with Zhu Zhuqing's.
"There's definitely something wrong!"
Lu Feng's gaze sharpened, and a layer of faint purple covered his eyes as he carefully stared at Tang San's every move.
On the stage, Tang San faced two opponents alone and had been forced to the edge of the ring. The two from Thunderclap Academy had their first soul skills shining. The next moment, a surging attack swept toward Tang San.
Simultaneously, two bolts of lightning, one front and one back, almost sealed off all of Tang San's dodge routes.
Tang San's eyes sharpened, and his feet drifted like a ghost. His body flickered illusionary, slipping through the gap between the two attacks.
"It appeared! Contestant Tang San's self-created soul skill: Ghost Shadow Step!" On the main podium, Owen shouted at the top of his lungs.
On the other side, Lu Feng looked at the fragment dropping on the stage, a trace of realization flashing in his eyes.
[Obtained White Special Item [Soul Fragment] Fragment *1 (2/10)]