Feng Xian remained unperturbed by this, and without him needing to utter a word, his subordinates activated their Martial Soul Avatar and charged toward the side of Yun Ming. In an instant, the entire Saga Plaza—save for the center where the forces of Yun Ming, the City Lord's Mansion, and the Martial Soul Hall stood—became a chaotic battlefield for both sides.
After clarifying his thoughts, Ye Chuan also ordered his remaining men to join Yun Ming's side to oppose Feng Xian.
With seven or eight hundred soul masters below the rank of Soul Ancestor fighting in Saga Plaza, the various colors of soul rings and the dazzling, multicolored soul skills plunged the entire battlefield into a state of soul-light and noise pollution.
The sounds of weapons clashing, angry curses, battle cries, and screams were incessant. Some cursed Feng Xian's men for losing their humanity, turning their blades against their own hometown; others fought with swords in hand to protect their homes; and finally, there were those who slaughtered simply to pursue the thrill of killing and a twisted sense of life.
Seeing such a scene, Feng Xian rested his forehead in one hand and looked up to the sky, laughing maniacally.
"Haha~"
"Hahahahaha~"
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"Although the plan had a flaw and the scheme to make the Martial Soul Hall and the national forces tear each other apart went bankrupt, being able to see such a fierce counterattack in Saga City at the end doesn't seem so bad after all!"
"Little friend, what do you think?"
Yun Ming looked at Feng Xian, whose demeanor was becoming increasingly deranged and whose expression was crumbling, and said coldly.
"I think it would be better if you died!"
But before Yun Ming could make a move, Feng Dianchen had already decided to purge his own house.
Seeing that his own subordinates from the Martial Soul Hall were also fighting for Feng Xian, Feng Dianchen's face turned ashen, clearly enraged to the extreme. His eyes were like two burning balls of fire, as if they could erupt with fury at any moment. Finally, the anger exploded; Feng Dianchen activated his Blazing Lion martial soul, and seven soul rings—two yellow, two purple, and three black—appeared one by one. Feng Dianchen let out a lion's roar.
"Rebellious son, today I shall purge the Martial Soul Hall of you!"
The second soul ring at his feet lit up, and he threw a heavy punch trailing a massive tail of flame toward Feng Xian.
"Exploding Flame Fist!"
Seeing the fist drawing closer, Feng Xian did not defend himself. Instead, he summoned his martial soul: a Colorless Transparent Heart Crystal. With his third soul ring—the best standard for a soul ring—glowing, a pink heart-shaped mark suddenly appeared on Feng Dianchen's forehead, and Feng Dianchen's Exploding Flame Fist abruptly halted its momentum.
Seeing that his body was no longer under his control, Feng Dianchen roared in anger.
"Rebellious son, what have you done to me!"
Feng Xian looked at Feng Dianchen's glare, his smile fading, and responded with a complex look in his eyes.
"It is, of course, my third soul skill, 'Mind Contract'?"
"The effect of 'Mind Contract' is that once the contract is successful, I can control everything about the subject!"
"But while the effect is powerful, the flaw is also significant. Not only can I only contract one person, but the prerequisite for success is that the subject must trust me with their whole heart; even the slightest bit of doubt will lead to failure."
"For a long time, I thought my third soul skill was useless."
"Tricking you into the contract earlier under the guise of 'Mind Protection' was something I tried out of desperation after many failed attempts; I never even thought it would succeed."
"But it's as if the heavens are playing a joke on me—you are the man who killed my mother, yet you trusted me with all your heart!"
Upon hearing that Feng Xian knew about his mother, and recalling the ruthless strikes he had dealt to the Martial Soul Hall and Saga City, Feng Dianchen seemed to understand the reason and whispered.
"So this is the reason you orchestrated all of this—to avenge your parents?"
Feng Xian replied.
"Yes!"
"Everyone who had my parents' blood on their hands back then must die!!!"
His tone was calm, but the content was insane.
The Mind Contract mark on Feng Dianchen's forehead flared with bright light, and Feng Dianchen's mind was completely sealed, reducing him to a puppet.
Having heard the conversation between father and son, Yun Ming roughly understood the motive behind their actions: revenge for his parents! Yun Ming did not want to judge right from wrong; he only needed to know that he had to take Feng Xian down. Yun Ming spoke to Yang Wutian.
"Fifth Grand Uncle, make your move!"
Yang Wutian nodded, the ink-black Soul Breaking Spear appearing in his hand. His soul power as a peak Soul Saint erupted fully, and he thrust the spear toward Feng Xian. 'Feng Dianchen' also stepped forward quickly, flames dancing on his fists, dodging the Soul Breaking Spear and striking toward Yang Wutian's heart.
Yang Wutian hurriedly changed his stance to parry, and the Soul Breaking Spear collided with the Blazing Lion fist with a loud boom.
"Bang!"
A shockwave of soul power centered on the two of them swept across the plaza, causing other fighting soul masters to lose their footing and quickly move toward the outer perimeter of the battlefield, a testament to the power of a Soul Saint fighting at full strength.
"I ask Old Mo to intervene!" Feng Xian shouted loudly just as Yang Wutian and 'Feng Dianchen' were locked in a stalemate.
In an instant, at the entrance of Saga Plaza, a surge of soul power even more formidable than Yang Wudi's erupted. A pillar of blood-ink soul power rose, and the blood-ink energy began to shroud the sky above the plaza.
Yun Ming followed the massive fluctuation of soul power and saw a tall, strong old man with blood-red hair and several hideous scars on his face. He held a blood-colored Broken Blade, and eight soul rings—two yellow, three purple, and three black—floated around him. He unleashed a heaven-shaking blade aura toward Yang Wutian.
The blade aura reached toward the sky, at least ten zhang high. Wherever it passed, everything was severed in two, leaving only a smooth, bottomless trench in the plaza.
Watching the blade aura rapidly approaching Yang Wutian, before Yun Ming could even call out, Old An's golden soul power erupted fully. A powerful soul pressure, no less intense than that of the blade-wielding old man, swept across the plaza, instantly splitting the sky above into two colors: blood-ink and golden yellow.
A golden Long Bow appeared in Old An's hands, his eight-ring configuration of the best standard exposed to the world. A golden arrow condensed on the bowstring and was fired, reaching the blood-colored blade aura in the blink of an eye. Before Yun Ming could even hear the sonic boom of the arrow piercing the air, he saw the soul power arrow clash with the blood-colored blade aura.
When the blade aura and the arrow tip collided, the sound was sharp and piercing, like stone scraping across glass.
"Zheng!"
The sharp, grating sound seemed to pierce people's eardrums, making it unbearable. The arrow and the blade aura entangled for a moment; since they were not physical objects, once the structure of their soul power was disrupted, they immediately exploded at the center of the collision before anyone could react.
"Boom!!!"
Seeing the explosion approach, everyone except Yang Wutian and Feng Dianchen retreated outward. Yun Ming also grabbed Ya Li's hand, his Soul Power erupting beneath his feet as he pulled her back at high speed.
After the deafening roar of the Soul Power explosion faded, the thick dust cloud kicked up by the blast was quickly swept away by the shockwaves generated by the high-frequency clash between Yang Wutian and his opponent.
A scene of devastation was revealed: a crater three zhang in diameter, with cracks and rubble covering the ground.
Old An saw the Broken Blade held by the old man opposite him and shouted a curse.
"Broken Blade Mo Gui?"
"I was wondering why the situation in Saga City felt so familiar; it turns out it's you, that filthy rat, causing trouble again!"
The old man with the Broken Blade, Mo Gui, saw that the man opposite him recognized him, and he replied with murderous intent.
"A nobody, yet since you know who I am and still dare to meddle, it seems you're another one who doesn't fear death."
"In that case, I'll grant your wish!"
"Let's fight in the sky!"
"Feng Xian, settle the business on the ground. You can still salvage your mistake and prevent Martial Soul Hall's reputation from being tarnished. Otherwise, I'll kill you myself!"
After giving his orders, Mo Gui transformed into a streak of blood-colored blade light and soared into the air.
"As if I'm afraid of you!"
Old An didn't tolerate his attitude either; he transformed into a streak of golden light, chasing after Mo Gui, but left a final word for Yun Ming.
"Yun kid, protect Ya Li well, or I won't forgive you!"
The sky immediately became their battlefield, with blade energy and arrows crisscrossing.
Yun Ming didn't have time to reply to Old An; he could only make a promise to Ya Li amidst the smoke-filled battlefield.
"Don't worry! I will protect you!"
Ya Li looked at the seriousness and determination in Yun Ming's expression, felt satisfied, and responded with a smile.
"I believe in you!"
Feng Xian had already been annoyed by Mo Gui's threat, and seeing Yun Ming and Ya Li acting lovey-dovey made him even more irritated. He spoke to the last two Soul Emperor subordinates beside him.
"Kill them!"
Yun Ming heard Feng Xian's words, told Ya Li to step back, summoned the Atlas Spear into his hand, pointed it at Feng Xian, and spoke calmly.
"Then let's see who ends up dying."
Without waiting for the two to attack, a flash of silver light shone from Yun Ming's body as he appeared before Feng Xian, his spear thrusting straight at Feng Xian's chest.
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