Seeing that only his subordinates remained in the center of the battlefield, Feng Xian hurriedly looked around, searching for the whereabouts of Yun Ming.
Suddenly, the corner of Feng Xian's eye caught a blur of motion, and he instinctively dodged to the side. However, as a Support System Soul King who was not skilled in combat, he was truly no match for Yun Ming; although his sidestep allowed him to avoid a fatal blow, he was still pierced through the shoulder by Yun Ming's spear.
It was only because Yun Ming had exhausted too much Soul Power using his Third Soul Skill to break through the team of two Soul Emperors and one Soul King that his movement speed was slower than usual; otherwise, Feng Xian would never have even seen it coming.
"Ah!"
As the long spear entered his body, Feng Xian let out a miserable shriek.
Looking at the pain-stricken Feng Xian, Yun Ming felt a twinge of pity, but he would not soften his heart. Yun Ming pulled out his spear, intending to strike again to finish Feng Xian off, when he heard Old An's loud warning from the sky.
"Yun kid, dodge!"
Upon hearing this, Yun Ming directly mobilized the remaining Soul Power in his body, his Yellow Soul Ring flashing beneath his feet as he used Teleportation to leave his spot and arrive beside Ya Li. Seeing that he looked pale and clearly had overexerted his Soul Power, Ya Li asked with a hint of heartache.
"Brother Ming, are you alright?"
As she spoke, she cast "Holy Light Illumination" on Yun Ming.
Yun Ming looked at the worried Ya Li, revealed a smile, and said softly.
"Don't worry! I'm fine."
But before he could finish his sentence, Yun Ming seemed to sense something and looked toward the horizon, where a blood-ink colored slash descended from the sky, charging straight at the spot where he had just been standing. The slash landed, carving a deep, bottomless blade mark dozens of meters long into the plaza; the sheer power of it was evident.
Just as the slash landed, Yang Wutian also arrived at Yun Ming's side, and seeing that Yun Ming was unscathed, he finally breathed a sigh of relief. When he heard Old An's warning to Yun Ming earlier, Yang Wutian had been anxious. Fortunately, he was already stronger than Feng Dianchen, and since Feng Dianchen was now just a puppet, Yang Wutian had easily shaken off his entanglement and rushed toward Yun Ming.
Soon, Old An also transformed into a golden light and returned to the ground. Looking at the pale-faced Yun Ming, Old An had the thought for the first time that "it wouldn't be bad if Miss married him."
From the moment he noticed Yun Ming fighting three opponents alone without falling behind, Old An and Mo Gui had stopped their own battle, silently watching the skirmish involving Yun Ming and the others.
When they saw Yun Ming produce a ten-thousand-year Third Soul Ring, not only were the people on the ground stunned, but Old An and Mo Gui in the sky were also dumbfounded. Later, when they saw Yun Ming use his Third Soul Skill to beat Feng Xian and his two companions into submission and break through their formation head-on, their jaws practically hit the floor!
Although Old An had never seen the combat prowess of the Two Peaks of the Soul Master World in their youth, he felt that they couldn't possibly be more exaggerated than Yun Ming! So, was Yun Ming the next invincible figure in the world?!!
Upon reaching this conclusion, Old An felt dazed! This was just too... good! Miss went out for a stroll and brought back a future son-in-law who might be invincible; good people really are rewarded! It was precisely this moment of distraction that gave Mo Gui the opportunity to strike suddenly.
Old An felt lucky, but Mo Gui felt like he had the worst luck in eight lifetimes. He, Mo, had merely killed a few hundred people, gotten entangled by Martial Soul Hall, and grown annoyed by the pursuit. He had been found by Feng Xian, persuaded to join his plan, and thought he could find some amusement while causing some trouble for Martial Soul Hall so they wouldn't pursue him so tightly.
How did he end up running into such a peerless talent now!
Running into him was one thing, but being hostile! This made it impossible for him, Mo, to sleep soundly in the future. So, in order to sleep peacefully in the future, he decided to take a risk and see if he could nip the danger in the bud; that was the reason for the blade strike that accidentally saved Feng Xian.
Mo Gui's strike failed, and seeing that Old An had already returned to Yun Ming's side with no further opportunity, he fled directly. Although he had failed and provoked a future powerful enemy, based on Yun Ming's current cultivation, he predicted it would take at least six or seven years before he could threaten him. At worst, he would just have some fun for a few more years, then retire from the Soul Master World; by then, he would have vanished without a trace, and it would be hard for the other party to find him!
Seeing Mo Gui run away, Yun Ming and the others had no good way to stop him; Old An and Yang Wutian could win against Mo Gui if they fought together, but keeping him there was unrealistic. Yun Ming had no time to think about Mo Gui; the problem of Feng Xian and his subordinates remained. Yun Ming shouted loudly.
"Now that Blood Blade Mo Gui has been defeated and fled, your mission is doomed to failure!"
"Surrender immediately, and there is still a glimmer of hope; otherwise..."
"No mercy!"
Old An took this opportunity to show off his Soul Rings, standing up for Yun Ming; wasn't supporting his own people what he was supposed to do?!! Yun Ming was quite satisfied with this, though he still preferred Old An's previous unruly demeanor.
Hearing Yun Ming's declaration, the surrounding battle also came to a halt. Seeing the eight Soul Rings pulsing around Old An, most of Feng Xian's subordinates sobered up from their bloodlust and surrendered, though a small number of die-hards refused.
A fanatical youth who looked to be in his twenties even shouted at Yun Ming.
"The will of the Lord will not be extinguished by death; we will eventually make a comeback!!!"
For people like this, Yun Ming had nothing to say. The Atlas Spear appeared in his hand, and exhausting his final bit of Soul Power, he pierced through space with a single strike, hitting the man's heart and killing him instantly. He then said indifferently.
"Whoever dares to make a comeback, I will take their life!"
Seeing Yun Ming's attitude, Duke Xavier directly ordered his men to kill all those who did not surrender.
Feng Xian clutched the spear wound on his shoulder with one hand while looking at the surrounding battlefield. With Yun Ming's call to surrender and his decisive execution, his men were either surrendering or dying, with no possibility of resistance left. He then began to laugh loudly.
"Hahahaha~"
"Hahahaha~"
"..."
Hearing Feng Xian's laughter, Yun Ming and the others turned to look at him. Now that Feng Dianchen had returned to Feng Xian's side, it was temporarily difficult to attack again. After laughing for a while, Feng Xian looked at Yun Ming with a strange smile and said loudly.
"I didn't expect it! The grand plan I painstakingly devised would end up with this result."
"You won the battle, but..."
"You still cannot win the overall situation!"
As Feng Xian's words fell, the Black Soul Ring beneath his feet pulsed.
Feng Xian's Fifth Soul Skill, "Mind Evolution," was activated; this was the very skill that caused the Wind Death Disease.
A colorless, transparent, and strange wave of Soul Power spread in all directions with Feng Xian at the center. Seeing Feng Xian activate his Fifth Soul Skill, Yun Ming immediately realized something was wrong, but before he could let Yang Wutian and Old An step forward to stop him, Feng Dianchen activated his Spirit Avatar and pounced over, fighting to the death to delay the two of them.
Feng Xian said.
"Little friend, most of what you guessed earlier was correct, but there was one point that was wrong: that I could not accelerate the onset of my skill for those affected."
"Actually, I can! It's just that the price is very high!"
As the skill was activated, Feng Xian's hair rapidly turned gray, and his skin became wrinkled. There was only one way for him to accelerate the onset: by burning his Life.
As his words fell, his Life was burned away completely, and he transformed from a man in his prime into a doddering old man.
Feng Xian took one last look at Feng Dianchen, who was locked in a life-or-death struggle, and whispered.
"Farewell! Foster father, from now on, all debts and grievances between us are settled!"
"Father. Mother, your son is coming!"
Two clear tears fell from the corners of Feng Xian's eyes, and his life force vanished completely. With Feng Xian's death, the Contract Mark on Feng Dianchen's forehead also dissipated into the wind. Regaining his consciousness, he looked at Old An and the other man before him and hurriedly pulled back his attack.
Yun Ming had no time to pay them any more mind and spoke to Old An and Yang Wutian.
"Hurry, go to the Lockdown Zone!"
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