Fighting Soul Clan Demoness

Chapter 767 When Death Approaches
Upon hearing this, Hun Li and Hun Ya's expressions changed drastically, and their eyes instantly turned gloomy.

They were perfectly aware that the other party's intentions were crystal clear, given that these words could be spoken.

This battle was never a competition from the beginning, nor would it show any mercy; it was a true battle for survival.

Soul Wind, he wants the young lady's life!

A sudden tremor ran through him, and Hun Ya clenched his trembling hands, saying coldly, "Hun Feng, even if this is the Gu Realm, don't forget that the Clan Chief is the leader of my Hun Clan!"

"How dare you harm the life of the Empress! Even if you become the young clan leader, do you really think you can survive?!"

"hehe."

Upon hearing this, Hun Feng was not in a hurry. Instead, he revealed a faint smile and slowly said, "As expected of the Empress, you will gain countless fans wherever you go. Looking at the entire Hun Clan, I'm afraid there is no one who can be compared with you."

"..." Hun Li and Hun Ya stood still, their brows furrowed.

“You’re right,” Hunfeng sighed. “I can’t kill Miss, but no one can.”

He looked relieved and laughed frankly, "If the struggle for the position of young clan leader were to truly be a matter of life and death, the one who would die would always be Hun Feng, not Hun Ruoruo."

Upon hearing this, Hun Li and Hun Ya looked astonished, and even Hun Ruoruo, who was standing quietly on the field, couldn't help but raise her eyebrows, feeling even more strange.

Given Hunfeng's personality, it's unbelievable that he would admit defeat before the battle even started. To everyone who knows him, this is simply absurd.

What does he want to do?
“Fear of death is not in Hunfeng’s nature.” Hunfeng clicked his tongue, as if reminiscing about something, muttering to himself, “Since that’s the case, let Hunfeng fight one more battle before he dies.”

"Miss, please."

As soon as he finished speaking, a fierce wind arose across the wilderness. Hun Li and Hun Ya didn't even have time to react before they were blown backward by the fierce wind pressure and were violently thrown back.

"Oh!"

The sweeping gale tore at their bodies, carving a deep trench thousands of feet deep into the ground, and shattering countless bones.

"Wow--"

Hunya spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes filled with terror. He didn't even care about the excruciating pain in his body, and exclaimed in horror, "This fluctuation... a third-level Dou Zun?!"

The Nine Revolutions of Dou Zun, as the last hurdle before becoming a Saint, is no exaggeration to say that it is the lifelong nightmare of countless geniuses. Apart from spending a lot of time to achieve it, there is almost no other way.

Now, although Hunfeng is a member of the younger generation, he has already stepped into the threshold of the Ninth Revolution and has even survived three tribulations!

What kind of monster is this? !
"He's deliberately holding back!" Hun Li struggled to climb out of the ditch, staring intently at the two people facing off in front of him. "The only person he truly wants to fight is Miss!"

"How could this be?"

Hunya was momentarily lost in thought, muttering, "What exactly is Hunfeng plotting?"

On the field, Hun Ruoruo calmly watched the two people from Hunya who had been sent flying thousands of feet away. Her expression was indifferent, but she was not moved in the slightest.

"Is this your method?" She raised an eyebrow. "Just to fight me one-on-one, you deliberately depleted your fighting spirit to set up a barrier and force them back. You are indeed quite confident."

"Hehe." Hunfeng chuckled, not answering, but instead asking, "Doesn't Miss care about their lives?"

Hun Ruoruo said calmly, "For them, not participating in the battle between you and me might be the only way to avoid death."

With the strength of a third-level Soul Wind Battle Venerable, killing Soul Fierce Soul Cliff would undoubtedly be an easy task.

Therefore, rather than letting the two of them become a burden, a one-on-one fight is a more appropriate choice.

"I see." Hun Feng cupped his hands respectfully. "I have learned a lot." Seeing the other party's rather strange attitude, Hun Ruoruo simply stopped talking, raised her palm and slapped it, and a towering wave of water surged out and crashed down with a roar.

"Soul Sea Crossing!" she said coldly.

Having undergone the tempering by the blood beasts, the Soul Sea Spirit Transformation has already experienced a qualitative leap. Even though it has not yet completed its final transformation, its power is already incomparable to what it was before.

Once unleashed, countless blood beasts emerged from the sea, riding the rolling tides and crashing down in layers with the force of a thousand waves.

In an instant, the entire power of heaven and earth was mobilized by this one strike!

"Pure water fighting spirit."

Staring at the various strange and complex energies in the waves, Hunfeng's eyes flashed, and his body remained still as he plunged straight towards the direction of the waves!

"boom!!"

The giant wave crashed against Hunfeng's body, instantly shattering his training robes. Despite his long-term physical training, Hunfeng was not a body cultivator after all. With just one strike, the giant wave left several chilling, bloody gashes on his body.

However, even so, he did not change color in the slightest. Instead, he stood like a rock, letting the giant waves assault his body, as if undergoing some kind of baptism.

Seeing this, Hun Ruoruo's eyes turned cold, and her hands formed a series of hand seals, summoning countless blood beasts that swarmed together and crawled towards Hun Feng in an encircling formation.

"Good timing!" Hunfeng shouted.

His body trembled, and a gust of wind instantly covered his entire body, transforming into two sharp wind blades like swords in fists, which fiercely rushed towards the blood beast.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

A series of intense explosions, enough to make teeth ache, resounded from the center of the tidal wave. Hunfeng moved with the speed of the wind and the speed of lightning, his fists raining down like a storm.

The powerful attacks, each punch sending up a cloud of blood mist in the air, caused the void to cave in, revealing a dark hole below.

The terrifying, bone-crunching attacks, though seemingly clumsy, subtly carried an ancient and methodical quality that made the viewer's heart pound.

"That's... Tongbei Quan?"

Watching Hun Feng's fluid and graceful fist techniques, Hun Ya's heart pounded, and he was unusually flustered: "How can a Yellow-rank combat skill at the beginner level of body refinement have such terrifying power?"

Hun Li was breathing heavily. The more he watched Hun Feng's moves, the stranger it seemed: "That Hun Feng, relying on his superior cultivation, actually... actually..."

"Giving the young lady some pointers!"

Hunfeng's arrogance far exceeded everyone's imagination.

The other party's actions showed a complete disregard for Hun Ruoruo!

"Peak of the Third-Rank Dou Zun."

Having already tested the waters, Hun Ruoruo had clearly assessed the limits of her opponent's strength, and immediately narrowed her eyes slightly: "Are you sure you want to continue holding back?"

Even Hun Li, who was outside the Soul Cliff, could see through the other party's intentions, so she naturally understood them even better.

In the previous moves, Hunfeng had clearly not used his true strength.

"Please forgive me, Miss, I had no intention of holding back." Hun Feng cupped his hands and revealed a sincere smile. "Please be sure to use any other tricks you have up your sleeve."

"Before death comes, I only ask to know as much as possible about you."

(End of this chapter)