"Huu!"
A surging soul power fluctuation hit him. Lu Feng's eyes sharpened, his Knuckle Duster Martial Soul instantly possessing him as he threw a punch.
"Bang!"
Air waves surged, and a terrifying sonic boom rang out.
Ripples appeared in the air, and the misty surroundings gradually became clear.
Lu Feng looked around and found himself standing in the wilderness. Looking back, he could vaguely see the city walls of Heaven Dou City.
The figure of a white-clothed old man also emerged. His appearance was ordinary, dressed in a white teacher's uniform. It was the leading teacher of Cang Hui Academy, Shi Nian.
"Such strength," Shi Nian rubbed his wrist and frowned.
Although his soul power was as high as level 72, he hadn't gained any advantage in the punch exchange just now.
Lu Feng stared quietly at Shi Nian and said, "So it's the teacher from Cang Hui Academy. I wonder what advice you have for stopping me here?"
Shi Nian smiled faintly. "No advice, I just need you to disappear."
"You want to kill me?" Lu Feng asked doubtfully. "For the Soul Master tournament? But I've already been disqualified. I'm just a host now."
"Hmph, blame yourself for talking too much," Shi Nian snorted coldly.
"Kid, this old man will teach you a principle today: on the continent, whoever has the biggest fist makes the rules. Do I need a reason to kill an ant like you?!"
As his words fell, a perverted, eerie smile spread across his face, and his seventh soul ring released a dazzling black light.
"You really must kill me?" Lu Feng asked calmly.
Shi Nian smiled slightly. "My greatest joy in life is watching my opponents go mad in my Residual Dream until they die."
"Especially killing young people hailed as geniuses. I can already feel the excitement in my blood."
Years ago, Shi Nian was a notorious assassin.
Later, he washed his hands of the business and went to Cang Hui Academy to be a teacher. Those who had been in the underground market had almost all heard of the code name 'Nightmare'.
"Oh? Is that so? So Dean Shi Nian has this hobby?" Lu Feng chuckled lightly, a faint golden light spilling from his body.
Seeing this, Shi Nian laughed loudly. "Haha, do you think this can resist my Martial Soul?"
Shi Nian's face suddenly became ferocious. "Suffer, wail! You will perish in extreme pain. And this pain is given to you by yourself."
Around him, dense black light almost condensed into substance. Everything within a one-kilometer radius was shrouded in shadow.
However, from the outside, it looked as if there was nothing here.
Shi Nian's Martial Soul was called Residual Dream, an extremely troublesome spiritual-type Martial Soul.
His seventh soul skill could strip a Soul Master of their five senses, pull them into an illusion, and create the things they feared most in their hearts.
Watching Lu Feng, whose eyes were tightly closed and was still holding on, a cold sneer curled the corner of Shi Nian's mouth.
In the illusion, he was the master of everything. Let alone a Soul Ancestor, even a Soul Master of the same level would find it difficult to break free from the Residual Dream.
Time passed minute by minute.
One minute...
Five minutes...
Ten minutes...
Gradually, Shi Nian noticed something was wrong.
An ordinary opponent trapped in the illusion for this long would have long been convulsing all over, suffering a mental breakdown, and dying.
Yet Lu Feng seemed completely fine?
"Huu!"
Shi Nian's fourth and fifth soul rings lit up simultaneously. A thick purple mist appeared in the illusion, and the air instantly became oppressive.
Another ten minutes passed...
Shi Nian's face was full of shock. "This kid is weird. He's actually smiling!"
Soul power surged on his body, and a murderous aura permeated the air, causing the surrounding temperature to drop a few degrees.
"Swish, swish, swish!" Sounds of tearing air rang out.
Shi Nian's third soul ring shone. More than a dozen pale purple whirlwinds condensed around him, then sped toward Lu Feng.
"Boom!"
In an instant, Lu Feng suddenly opened his eyes. A brilliant golden light burst from his body, and the surrounding illusion vanished instantly.
"Damn, disturbing a good dream. My Wife Yan'er, Wife Zhuqing, Wife Xue'er..."
Lu Feng's eyes sharpened. Amidst the flashing light, a majestic suit of armor quickly formed on his body.
Two dragon horns stood tall on the helmet, exuding domineering aura. On the surface of the armor, fine textures resembled the scales of an ancient dragon, emitting a vigorous and heavy aura.
"Whoosh~"
Behind Lu Feng, huge dragon wings flapped, whipping up a strong airflow that lifted him into mid-air.
Shi Nian looked up and saw Lu Feng shining with dazzling golden light, like a god descending to earth.
"Hiss!" Shi Nian suddenly felt a chill and couldn't help shivering.
This chill did not come from a drop in temperature, but from the depths of his soul, as if he were being stared at by a peerless beast.
Run!
Shi Nian's pupils shrank, and this thought suddenly flashed through his mind. His Martial Soul was Residual Dream, naturally countered by this kind of light-attribute soul skill.
At this moment, he felt like a rat in a sewer suddenly exposed to direct sunlight.
"Kid, what soul skill is this?" Shi Nian suppressed the fear in his heart and asked sternly.
"Hmph!" Lu Feng snorted coldly, not answering his question.
He took out a badge from his Soul Tool and pinned it to his left chest. On the badge, the pattern of three crossed longswords shone in the sunlight.
"Shi Nian, your crimes are exposed!" Lu Feng shouted sternly.
"Fallen one, unforgivable!"
"I, Lu Feng, Third-Class Knight of Honor, will judge you on behalf of the Angel God!"
Hearing this, a hideous smile appeared on Shi Nian's face, his eyes like a venomous snake, cold and intimidating.
He took a deep breath and slowly exhaled.
Although Lu Feng's soul skill countered him, his soul power was as high as level 72. Just relying on soul power pressure would be enough to crush him into pieces.
The corners of Shi Nian's mouth turned up, mocking disdainfully, "What big talk. Since the illusion couldn't kill you, this old man will let you see what a Soul Saint expert is..."
Before he could finish his sentence, he saw a brilliant golden light erupting from Lu Feng's mouth.
Unbeatable.
Lu Feng's attack was extremely powerful; Shi Nian could already feel the trembling from his Martial Soul.
Looking at the surging golden light, he quickly made a decision.
The more powerful the attack, the more soul power it required. With the opponent's level 40 soul power, he could use such a powerful attack a few times at most.
Perhaps only one strike.
However, just as Shi Nian was about to lift his foot, he suddenly felt a stinging pain in his brain. He looked up and saw Lu Feng's eyes shining with golden-purple light.
The next moment, the golden light engulfed Shi Nian's body.
"No!!!"
Dust flew, and leaves filled the sky.
The golden light blasted a large crater in the ground, and the miserable scream dissipated with it, turning into smoke.
"Hmph, a mere Soul Saint dares to attack me? Simply seeking death." Lu Feng snorted coldly, flew to the bottom of the pit, and collected a ball of colored light into his Soul Tool.
It was a piece of bone, about seven inches long, resembling a miniature skull.
Walking out of the crater, Lu Feng turned his head to stare at the nearby woods, his expression suddenly becoming grave.
"Who is it? Come out!" Lu Feng shouted coldly.
He had long sensed someone lurking in the woods, likely having watched the entire scene of him killing Shi Nian. So, his tone was not polite at all.
As his voice fell, a figure slowly walked out of the woods.
"Xue Qinghe?"
Seeing the person's face clearly, the corners of Lu Feng's mouth turned up slightly.