Han Feng's gaze locked onto the figure shrouded in black mist beside Ye Chen.
His pupils contracted violently, terror surging through his eyes.
"Unfilial disciple…"
A soul figure slowly emerged from the black mist. Yao Chen's gaze fell upon Han Feng, and an overwhelming fury quietly spread throughout the surroundings.
After destroying the Blood Sect and wiping out the Black Skeleton Tomb, Yao Chen had refined numerous powerful souls.
His strength had already recovered to the Nine-Star Dou Zong level, and the pressure he released was naturally terrifying.
"Teacher… back then, I was deceived by others. I never intended to harm you!"
"Teacher, I truly know my mistake. Please spare my life!"
Facing that familiar yet terrifying pressure, Han Feng completely lost the courage to resist.
He fell to his knees and repeatedly kowtowed, his voice filled with panic.
He had never expected that Yao Chen could survive under those circumstances.
"Enough."
"You betrayed your master and destroyed your lineage.
Do you think I don't know that even now you curse me in your heart, wishing I had died back then?"
Yao Chen's voice was calm, yet ice-cold.
"Teacher, how could I dare? These years, I have lived in constant regret…"
"Everything was planned by Martial Uncle Mu Gu. I was threatened by that old man and forced into it…"
Han Feng continued to explain desperately.
"Heh."
"Do you think such words would convince anyone?"
"Mu Gu… I will deal with him later."
"As for you....only by personally tormenting you can the hatred in my heart be eased."
As his words ended, Yao Chen's figure flashed, rushing down from the high pavilion.
"Damn it!"
Seeing Yao Chen attack, Han Feng's face twisted.
A deep-blue flame suddenly surged from his body, rippling like liquid as scorching heat spread outward.
"You actually managed to obtain such an opportunity."
A hint of surprise flashed through Yao Chen's eyes, but it quickly disappeared.
In terms of strength, he had already recovered to the peak of Nine-Star Dou Zong.
In terms of Heavenly Flames, his Bone Chilling Flame was far superior to the fifteenth-ranked Sea Heart Flame.
Almost instantly, Yao Chen's fist.....wrapped in pale white flames.....shattered the deep-blue fire and slammed heavily into Han Feng's chest.
Bang!
Han Feng's body was blasted backward, flying over a hundred meters before crashing onto the ground.
Yao Chen had clearly held back. Otherwise, that single blow would have destroyed Han Feng's body and soul entirely.
Though still alive, Han Feng was now so badly injured that he could not move. Without treatment, death was inevitable.
"Puh…"
"Teacher… please don't kill me…"
"You raised me with your own hands… taught me cultivation… taught me alchemy…"
Han Feng continued to cough blood, his voice weak and intermittent.
Hearing those words, Yao Chen's figure paused slightly. A trace of sorrow flashed across his expression.
However, it vanished in the next moment.
A fierce killing intent erupted once more.
"Unfilial disciple."
"You committed unforgivable crimes. If I do not kill you, the hatred in my heart will never be resolved!"
Yao Chen shouted coldly as he extended his palm above Han Feng's face. A strange suction force burst forth.
"Ah—Teacher, don't!"
Han Feng cried out in fear as the force tore at him.
Soon, a faintly transparent soul was forcibly drawn from his body. Yao Chen grabbed it and swallowed it without hesitation.
Only then did a look of relief appear on his face.
"By devouring the soul of a peak sixth-grade alchemist…"
"Yao Chen may have a chance to recover to the Dou Zun realm."
Ye Chen watched quietly from the side, speaking softly in his heart.
Moments later, Ye Chen arrived beside Han Feng's corpse. On his finger was a deep-blue storage ring, faint light flickering across its surface.
With a wave of his hand, Ye Chen drew the ring over and injected his soul strength into it.
High-grade storage rings could be sealed with soul imprints.
Anyone attempting to access them would first need to erase that imprint, and the original owner would immediately sense it.
This protective function was unique to high-grade rings and the primary reason for their immense value.
Ye Chen's soul strength far surpassed Han Feng's.
He forcibly erased the remaining imprint and replaced it with his own.
The ring immediately changed ownership.
With a thought, Ye Chen's soul entered the ring smoothly.
"As expected."
"Robbing an alchemist yields far greater rewards than ordinary forces."
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