Fighting Soul Clan Demoness

Chapter 773 The Prince Consort is Here to Help, Miss?! (3k2, Second Update!)
In the entire realm of Gu, one could hear a pin drop.

All the remaining Soul Clan prodigies staggered out of the shadows, staring blankly at the blue-haired girl in the sky, as if they were not looking at a beautiful woman with fair skin and jade-like face, but a complete monster.

It defies common sense, yet it seems perfectly natural.

she.
They are true heretics.

Hunfeng's face was deathly pale, and his exposed, decaying heart pounded wildly, yet he uttered not a single word.

The presence of two innate divine items was so shocking that even Hun Yuantian, an eight-star Dou Sheng, was stunned into losing his composure on the spot, let alone a third-rank Dou Zun who had not even reached the threshold of the Saint rank.

And such an anomaly, which has never appeared in the Soul Clan since ancient times, and even in the entire history of the Dou Qi Continent, has actually become a reality!
It was even a reality he personally witnessed!
Hunfeng couldn't believe it, and dared not believe it, that such a tragic and ridiculous thing would happen to him one day. He would rather believe that everything in front of him was an illusion than admit that he was just a supporting character.

No, for someone with two innate divine qualities, the filthy blood he accumulated from external forces is not even a backdrop; it's just a lump of sludge rotting in the ground, unwanted and ignored!

"how?"

Hun Ruoruo smiled faintly, her voice carrying a captivating, bewitching quality as she spoke each word: "You were so arrogant when you followed the rules, but now that you're breaking them, why do you seem so lacking in confidence?"

"What are you afraid of?"

Such a question, devoid of sarcasm, seemed like the most merciless mockery in the world, causing Hunfeng's pupils to dilate and leaving him trembling and speechless.

"."

He couldn't utter a single word of rebuttal.

"what"

Seeing this, Hun Yu, who was originally the most timid, for some reason, actually got up from the ground, his face full of pleasure: "Hahahaha!"

His eyes no longer held any hatred, but instead carried a mocking humiliation, and he laughed heartily: "Because you're afraid of death, Soul Wind!"

"what?!"

Hun Li and Hun Ya all looked up, and even the group of Soul Clan prodigies who were walking slowly from afar couldn't help but be astonished.

As the former number one prodigy of the Soul Clan, Soul Wind's ruthlessness and cruelty were already well-known. Under his command, even a half-saint was schemed into his grave.

A peerless genius like him, the most audacious and reckless, the most representative of the Soul Clan, would actually...
fear death?

How ridiculous!

However, it was precisely this illogical statement that caused Hunfeng, who had been silent, to tremble violently.

After an unknown amount of time, he finally raised his head again. His eyes, which were on the verge of decay, suddenly burst forth with extreme resentment and hatred as he roared, "Bullshit!"

"I, Soul Wind, have killed countless people, and have even personally killed a half-saint. How could I fear mere death?!"

Hunyu sneered: "Heh, if you weren't afraid of death, why did you regard me as a vessel for your resurrected soul in the first place?"

"If you are not afraid of death, why do you show such reverence when mentioning the clan chief, yet only dare to refer to yourself as a dog?"

"If you're not afraid of death, why do you covet the young lady's identity? Why do you have to abandon the bloodline and name given to you by your parents? Your body and hair are given to you by your parents. Even in my Soul Clan, there is no trash like you who abandons his bloodline and only dares to usurp someone else's place!"

His words silenced the surroundings, and even Hun Ruoruo couldn't help but glance at him more closely.

Being ridiculed by someone who had always considered him a good-for-nothing, Hunfeng's expression became extremely gloomy and repressed.

Thunder rumbled around him, his chest heaving. He managed to suppress his almost maniacal rage, forcing a chilling smile: "You really think that just because she's awakened two divine attributes, she's got the victory in the bag?"

Hunyu frowned.

Before Hunyu could speak, Hunfeng suddenly thrust his heart back into his chest, stepped on the raging wind, and ascended to the heavens in one stride.

Hun Ruoruo glanced indifferently at the approaching Hun Feng, not even lingering on him for a moment, before continuing to look at the holy spirit with the appearance of a young man.

"Shall we make a move?" she asked lazily.

With the blessing of two innate divine items, the girl didn't even need to make any move at this moment. With just a thought, she could cause Hunfeng to suffer the pain of bloodline backlash.

A sharp pain, like being ground by a dull knife, spread from Hunfeng's body to his entire body. He was breathing heavily, and the fear hidden deep in his eyes had long been replaced by ruthlessness and rage.

He is the young patriarch of the Soul Clan.

If it weren't for Hun Ruoruo's interference, all the honors, and even the position of clan leader, would have belonged to him alone, without any controversy.

But now, everything he relied on—his identity, talent, or bloodline—was easily crushed and trampled into dust by Hun Ruoruo!
How could he possibly tolerate this?!

Now that things have come to this, all his concerns and plans were thrown to the back of his mind. Only by completely killing the person in front of him could he relieve the hatred in his heart!
His soul is destined to be undefeated in this life!

"Heh, heh heh heh"

Hunfeng's face gradually cracked, revealing a warm smile as usual, but the undisguised ruthlessness in his eyes made him look strange no matter how you looked at him. "I have to admit that Miss's backing is indeed stronger than I originally planned. My previous miscalculation was because I still did not have enough respect for the clan leader."

When mentioning the 'backer', Hun Feng deliberately emphasized it, as if he believed that Hun Ruoruo was able to escape his control only because of the existence of Hun Tiandi, and not because of her personally.

"You're not convinced?" Hun Ruoruo raised an eyebrow, but didn't say anything.

Seeing this, Hunfeng became even more convinced, and the smile on his lips gradually twisted: "The clan leader has extraordinary abilities and was able to find you a piece of innate divine blood of unknown origin to help you merge into one. But unfortunately, this power does not originate from you."

Hunyu laughed in anger upon hearing this, and couldn't help but shout, "You dog, I see you can't accept defeat!"

"This is a battle of Gu, do you think we're competing fairly? Why don't you just say you're ten years older than Miss and freeload off ten years of my Soul Clan's best resources? Have you no shame?"

Hun Feng's face twitched slightly. Ignoring the commotion below, he continued with a faint smile, "Your talent is indeed remarkable. Let alone ten years, I'm afraid even in five years, I will not be your match. It's just a pity that it won't be today."

"Assuming I don't choose to possess your body, but instead kill you on the spot, even the clan leader would be powerless to stop me now, wouldn't he?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Hunfeng's body suddenly swelled up, and the flesh that had fallen off surged up, piecing him back together to his former appearance!

A whirlwind of battle aura swept out, carrying the terrifying pressure of a third-level Dou Zun, as majestic and invincible as a divine mountain.

"To be honest, I would also consider myself a semi-physical cultivator."

Looking at the girl whose brows were gradually furrowing, Hunfeng smiled insincerely, his confidence growing stronger: "Even if my strength is less than half of what it used to be, and I have to keep my heart from decaying, defeating you is still a piece of cake!"

In the blink of an eye, his figure vanished, and his powerful fists and palms, carrying the force of wind and thunder, descended like a mountain pressing down without any mercy!

Finally, Hun Ruoruo raised the corner of her eye and looked at Hun Feng, who was swooping down: "Is this all you have to say?"

Hun Feng felt a chill run down his spine, but he gritted his teeth and said viciously, "Playing tricks? Die!!"

"So you're not going to tell me?"

Hun Ruoruo was somewhat disappointed and didn't even bother to look at Hun Feng again. She waved her hand listlessly and said, "Fine, go and tell him what you have to say."

As soon as he finished speaking, the girl actually turned around on her own and stopped looking at him.

Hun Feng's face darkened, and he uttered chilling words, each one distinct: "You! Are! Looking for! Death!"

Such a dismissive attitude completely enraged Hunfeng's fragile nerves, causing him to hold nothing back and pour all the fighting spirit in his body into his right palm, determined to take his life.

"Soaring Thunder!!"

However, just as the soul wind was about to approach within ten feet of the girl, the sky of the Gu Realm, which had already cleared up, suddenly darkened for some unknown reason.

The next moment, Hunfeng raised his head somewhat blankly.

Suddenly, a figure shrouded in an eerie crimson hue appeared in his sight, having silently crouched down and obscured his view.

His fists were like drums shaking mountains, and his body was like a bridge spanning the sea.

But on that youthful, resolute face, there was now a terrifying silence, like the eve of a volcanic eruption.

Hun Feng's face turned deathly pale in an instant, his heart clenched, and beads of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

Before he could react, the young man's clenched fists were raised high like those of an ancient shaman, carrying the force of wind and thunder, and suddenly slammed down!
"boom!!!"

The terrifying sound that cut off the eardrums' sense of sensation, accompanied by a terrifying shock that shook the mountains and the earth, caused everything within a radius of several thousand feet to collapse at that moment!

Soul Wind's body was like a tattered blood bag, suddenly smashed into the ground, countless bones shattered into dust, some broke into several pieces, and pierced through his body.

At this moment, Hunfeng seemed to have gone mad, letting out a painful howl like a wild beast: "Ughhhhhh!!!"

His martial arts skills, which he was so proud of, seemed so vulnerable in the face of that young man's phantom!
"Dare to let her die."

That once-unconscious, pure spirit now seemed to possess a trace of divine will, vaguely revealing a ferocious face filled with rage and ferocity, as brutal as an ancient dragon: "Even hell cannot tolerate you!!"

He raised his arms high, and countless black flames condensed from his heavy fists, as if there were a soul-shaking sound like the roar of a dragon and the howl of a lion, which resounded throughout the entire Gu Realm!

"Why... why is it that after decades of cultivating my body, I, Hunfeng, am no match for a mere phantom soul you summoned!" Hunfeng threw back his head and spat out a mouthful of blood, uttering a desperate and shrill question.

Unfortunately, no one answered.

The girl never turned around, and the young man showed no interest whatsoever in responding. He simply swung his heavy fists again and again, causing the hearts of countless spectators to tremble violently!

Throughout the entire Gu realm, both inside and outside, only the mournful and tragic howls of the Soul Wind could be heard.
Below the stands, the mysterious figure in the black robe who had been cheering for Hun Ruoruo had his eyes shining even brighter, as if he had seen some kind of treasure and could no longer look away.

"By the Soul Emperor, the Prince Consort has actually come to support Miss!"

He looked around and saw that everyone was stunned. He quickly and secretly took out the Celestial Venerable Token, recorded the scene before him, and roared excitedly, "Great joy, truly great joy!"
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