Chapter 406: Cyclone Wind Chime Slash

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At the Soul Sea Pass.

In front of the city gate.

Tang San sat high on the Throne of Wisdom and Spirit Soul Seal, gazing disdainfully at the entire Sun and Moon Army. With a mere flick of his finger, the entire army knelt before him. Even among the three titled Douluo present, two were left crippled.

Golong had never imagined that this battle would be so easily won.

Thus—

Tang San's previous plan seemed to have been devised solely for Gu long, the marshal, to hear. The specifics of the execution were left entirely to his preference. Was it because Tang San was invincible?

[Fortunately, Tang San, besides being the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall, is also the Silver-Blue Count of Tian Dou. It seems he even shares brotherhood with Emperor Qinghe... This is indeed a blessing for Tian Dou!]

Wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, Golong laughed heartily, "The Sun and Moon scoundrels are not worth a fight!"

Yu Feng, Oslo, Yu Tianheng, Dugu Yan, and others who were unaware of the Throne of Wisdom and Spirit Soul Seal were also deeply shocked. They had no idea what kind of treasure it was, but its power was undeniable. The person seated upon it merely moved a finger, yet the enemy army lost more than half of their combat strength.

"We have received your sincerity. You may rise."

Tang San did not dismount from the Throne of Wisdom and Spirit Soul Seal. He tapped the armrest, and the throne immediately projected more than a dozen shadows, which landed behind Xiao Wu, Guang Ling, Huo Wu, Yu Tianheng, Dugu Yan, Hu Liena, and the other generals who accompanied him in battle, lifting them up and arraying them at his sides.

Except for Hu Liena, it was everyone's first time sitting on the Throne of Wisdom and Spirit Soul Seal. As they felt the terrifying augmentation from the throne, their minds were shaken.

Especially in terms of spiritual power—they could observe the entire battlefield from every angle without any blind spots! Even if someone in the Sun and Moon Army attempted any tricks, they could see it clearly, and they could even anticipate the enemy's next move with a three-second foresight.

"Now, the duel shall begin. You may send out your fighter first, as you are the challengers."

Ao Long slowly rose, his cheeks drenched in sweat. He looked at the two comrades beside him, Yi Hongchen and Jun Youwei, both of whom were unable to stand due to their broken spines. Behind them, a vast number of soldiers couldn't even crawl back to their feet. Furious, Ao Long shouted, "Why must you humiliate us like this?"

"I'll count to three," Tang San said, ignoring him as he extended three fingers. "If you don't send someone out, you won't need to return. Even if you are unwelcome guests, we will still take good care of you."

"Three."

Sweat dripped down Ao Long's forehead again as he realized they were like fish on a chopping board, while the opponent held the knife. If he didn't comply, the entire army might be wiped out.

Escape?

There was no chance.

His only option was to stall for time. Secretly, he had already sent a message to Xiaohai City using a communication soul tool, hoping that the Third Priest would come to their rescue.

"Two."

Ao Long turned to a Soul Saint beside him and said, "Feng He, you go first."

"Yes." The Soul Saint named Feng He swallowed nervously but still shouted boldly to boost his courage. Holding a long soul tool spear, a pair of white wings emerged from his back as he landed in the middle of the battlefield. He shouted, "Feng He, a seventy-eighth level Soul Saint! Who dares to challenge me?"

"This one's quite brave." Yu Feng chuckled, eager for battle. When Tang San nodded, he left the Throne of Wisdom and Spirit Soul Seal, spread his wings, and flew in front of Feng He. "Yu Feng, sixty-first level Soul Emperor."

Hearing that his opponent was merely a Soul Emperor, Feng He secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Aiming to stall for time, he taunted, "A mere Soul Emperor dares to challenge me?"

"Foolish!"

Yu Feng sneered and said nothing more. His martial soul activated, and six soul rings—two yellow, two purple, and two black—appeared in succession.

Feng He immediately recognized that his opponent was preparing to strike. In response, he unleashed his soul rings: one white, two yellow, two purple, and two black, with the first ring being white.

Yu Feng spread his wings wide and soared into the sky.

Feng He followed, chasing after his opponent as they clashed mid-air, testing each other's strength, speed, and defenses.

After a brief exchange, Yu Feng sensed that his opponent's physical toughness was inferior to his own. Feng He's flight was straightforward and lacked the agility that Yu Feng possessed.

"So, I've grown this strong, huh?"

Sensing the whirlwinds generated by Feng He's flight, Yu Feng smirked. With wings spread, he dove toward Feng He like a hunting eagle.

"Is he trying to take me down with him?"

Feng He was startled. If he were struck by such an attack, even if he survived, he'd be gravely injured. But why would his opponent attempt a suicidal attack?

Anticipating Yu Feng's trajectory, Feng He quickly moved to dodge.

Swish!

A flash of white light sliced through the air, cutting through Yu Feng's close-fitting armor and leaving a large gash across his chest.

This was Yu Feng's first soul skill: Wing Blade.

Using the acceleration from his dive, Yu Feng intended to slice his opponent in half with his first soul skill. However, Feng He managed to evade just in time.

"A Soul Saint, after all, has some skill," Yu Feng thought as they passed by each other. "But he's weaker than most Soul Saints with bird-type martial souls, especially in terms of reaction speed. Is it because he's too reliant on soul tools?"

In the brief moment it took to turn around, Yu Feng noticed Feng He, clutching his wounded chest, aiming his spear at him. As Feng He infused his soul power into the spear, the tip lit up, firing a beam of white light.

But Yu Feng was already on guard. He dodged with ease, moving gracefully as he circled his opponent at such speed that he created a whirlwind, trapping Feng He within it.

It seemed as though Yu Feng wasn't flying in the air, but rather dancing through the cyclone, his movements elegant and fluid.

"Yu Feng's doing well," Yu Tianheng remarked. "It seems he didn't neglect his training during his time adventuring on the continent. Not only has he advanced to the Soul Emperor level, but he's also able to create such powerful gusts without using soul skills, as if he's mastered control over the wind itself."

Control over the wind?

No.

It was control over the airflow.

Tang San smiled with satisfaction, thinking, "It seems Yu Feng took my advice to heart. During his training, he must have constantly attuned himself to the flow of the air, using the wind element inherent in his martial soul to guide the surrounding airflow and gather it, achieving mastery over it."

Ssss!

As the whirlwind formed, Feng He felt as though countless blades were slicing his body. His flesh was being slowly stripped from his bones, his soul power circulation was hindered, and he was unable to use his soul skills. All he could do was endure the whirlwind's onslaught.

"Spiral Wind Chime Slash!"

Yu Feng's voice rang out, and his white figure seemed to transform into a blade, flashing through the fierce whirlwind, repeatedly passing by Feng He.

Ding, ding, ding!

Each time the white "blade" cut across Feng He's body, it emitted a sound like a soft chime. The clear, crisp sound was so enchanting, it was as if a beautiful melody was being played, rather than an enemy being sliced apart...

(End of Chapter)