Douluo: Yun Ming in the Spirit Hall Era

Chapter 65 The Great Battle Begins

Seeing this, Feng Xian remained calm. Without him even speaking, his subordinates activated their martial spirits and charged towards Yun Ming's group. Instantly, the entire Saga Square, except for the central area where Yun Ming, the City Lord's Mansion, and the Martial Spirit Hall were located, became the scene of a chaotic battle between the two sides.

After clarifying his thoughts, Ye Chuan also had his remaining men join Yun Ming's side to fight against Feng Xian.

Seven or eight hundred Soul Masters below the Soul Grandmaster level clashed in Saga Square. The various Soul Rings and dazzling Soul Skills filled the battlefield with Soul Light and Noise Pollution.

The sounds of clashing swords, shouts of anger, battle cries, and screams filled the air. Some cursed Feng Xian's men for their inhumanity, wielding their swords against their homeland; others fought to protect their homes; and still others slaughtered for the thrill of killing and a twisted sense of purpose.

Upon seeing this scene, Feng Xian put one hand to his forehead and laughed wildly.

"Haha~"

Hahaha~

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"Although the plan had flaws and the attempt to make the Spirit Hall and the national forces fight like dogs failed, seeing Saga City launch such a fierce counterattack at the end isn't so bad after all!"

"Young friend, what do you think?"

Yun Ming looked at Feng Xian, whose expression was gradually becoming distorted and whose face was gradually breaking down, and said coldly.

"I think it would be better if you died!"

But before Yun Ming could make a move, Feng Dianchen had already decided to clean house.

Seeing his own Spirit Hall members fighting for Feng Xian, Feng Dianchen's face gradually turned ashen, clearly enraged to the extreme. His eyes blazed like two raging flames, as if ready to unleash their fury at any moment. Finally, his rage erupted, and Feng Dianchen activated his Flaming Lion Spirit, manifesting seven spirit rings—two yellow, two purple, and three black. With a roar, Feng Dianchen let out a lion's roar.

"You unfilial son, today I will cleanse the Spirit Hall of its filth!"

The second spirit ring on his foot lit up, and a fist with a huge fiery tail came flying towards Feng Xian.

"Explosive Flame Fist!"

Seeing the fist getting closer and closer, Feng Xian didn't defend. Instead, he summoned his martial soul, a colorless and transparent heart-shaped crystal with five ideal soul rings. The third soul ring lit up, and a pink heart-shaped mark suddenly appeared on Feng Dianchen's head. Feng Dianchen's Exploding Flame Fist also stopped in its tracks.

When Feng Dianchen saw that his body was no longer under his control, he roared angrily.

"You unfilial son, what have you done to me?!"

Seeing Feng Dianchen's angry glare, Feng Xian's smile faded, and he responded with a somewhat complicated expression.

"Of course, it's my third soul skill, 'Mind Contract'!"

"The effect of the 'Mind Contract': If the contract is successful, you will gain complete control over the contracted individual!"

"But while its effects are powerful, it also has significant drawbacks. Not only can it only be used to contract with one person, but the prerequisite for a successful contract is that the person being contracted with must completely trust me; even the slightest doubt will prevent it from succeeding."

For a long time, I felt that my third soul skill was useless.

"I tricked you into signing the contract under the guise of 'spiritual protection' because I was unwilling to give up after many failed attempts. I never thought I would succeed."

"But it's like fate is playing a cruel joke on me. This man, who is clearly my mother's killer, genuinely believes in me!"

When Feng Dianchen saw Feng Xian, he learned about his mother's situation. Recalling Feng Xian's ruthless actions against the Spirit Hall and Saga City, he seemed to understand the reason. He said in a low voice.

"So this is why you pulled this stunt—to avenge your parents?"

Feng Xian responded.

"yes!"

"Anyone whose hands are stained with my parents' blood must die!!!"

The tone was calm, but the content was outrageous.

The mental contract mark on Feng Dianchen's head shone brightly, and Feng Dianchen's mind was completely sealed, turning him into a puppet.

After listening to the conversation between the father and son, Yun Ming roughly understood their motives: revenge for their parents! Yun Ming didn't want to judge whether they were right or wrong; he only needed to know that he was going to kill Feng Xian. Yun Ming then spoke to Yang Wutian.

"Fifth Grandfather, make your move!"

Yang Wutian nodded, and the pitch-black Soul-Breaking Spear appeared in his hand. His Soul Saint peak power erupted, and he thrust the spear at Feng Xian. Feng Dianchen also stepped forward quickly, flames dancing on his fist, dodging the Soul-Breaking Spear and striking at Yang Wutian's chest.

Yang Wutian hurriedly changed his move to parry, and the Soul-Breaking Spear collided with the Flaming Lion Fist, producing a loud bang.

"Bang!"

A shockwave of soul power emanated from the two individuals and swept outwards from the plaza, causing other combating soul masters to lose their footing and begin rapidly moving towards the outer edges of the battlefield. This demonstrated the immense power of a Soul Saint's full-force attack.

"Please, Elder Mo, make a move!" Just as Yang Wutian and Feng Dianchen were locked in a stalemate, Feng Xian shouted.

In an instant, at the entrance of Saga Square, a soul power fluctuation even stronger than Yang Wudi suddenly erupted, and a blood-black soul power pillar rose up, beginning to envelop the sky above the square.

Following the massive fluctuation of soul power, Yun Ming saw a tall, strong old man with a head full of blood-red hair and several hideous wounds on his face. He was carrying a blood-red broken sword, and eight soul rings—two yellow, three purple, and three black—fluctuated around his body. A shocking sword light slashed towards Yang Wutian.

The blade's light reached the sky, at least ten feet high. Wherever the blade's light passed, everything was cut in two, leaving only a bottomless, smooth slit in the square.

Seeing the blade light rapidly approaching Yang Wutian, before Yun Ming could even call out, Elder An's golden soul power erupted in full force. A powerful soul pressure, no less than that of the old man wielding the blade, swept across the plaza, instantly splitting the sky above the plaza in two by the colors of blood ink and gold.

An elder's golden longbow appeared, revealing the optimal eight-ring soul ring configuration to the world. A golden arrow condensed on the longbow and was shot out, arriving before the crimson blade light in the blink of an eye. Before Yun Ming could even hear the explosion of the flying arrow, he saw the soul power arrow clash with the crimson blade light.

The sound of the blade clashing with the arrow was sharp and piercing, like a stone scraping against glass.

"Clang!"

The sharp, piercing sound seemed to shatter people's eardrums, making it unbearable. The arrow and the blade clashed for a moment, but since they were not physical objects, the soul power structure was destroyed, and before anyone could react, an explosion occurred at the center of the collision.

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"boom!!!"

Upon seeing the approaching explosion, everyone except Yang Wutian and Feng Dianchen retreated. Yun Ming also grabbed Ya Li's hand, unleashing his soul power to rapidly retreat with Ya Li.

After the loud explosion of soul power subsided, the large cloud of dust caused by the explosion was quickly swept away by the shockwaves generated by the high-frequency clash between Yang Wutian and the other person.

The square was a mess, with a huge pit three zhang in diameter, cracks and rubble everywhere.

When Old Man An saw the old man's broken sword, he shouted and cursed.

"The Broken Blade Will Never Return?"

"I was wondering why the events in Saga City seemed so familiar; it turns out it's you again, you filthy rat, causing trouble!"

The old man with the broken sword, Mo Gui, saw that the person opposite him recognized him and said with murderous intent.

"This nobody knows me, yet he dares to meddle in my business. Looks like he's fearless."

"Since that's the case, I'll grant your wish!"

"A battle in the heavens!"

"Feng Xian, if you can settle things on the ground, you can at least damage the Spirit Hall's reputation and make up for your mistake. Otherwise, I'll kill you with my own hands!"

After giving his instructions, Mo Gui transformed into a streak of blood-red blade light and soared into the air.

"You think I'm afraid of you!"

Old Master An didn't tolerate him either. He transformed into a golden light and chased after Mo Gui, leaving a message for Yun Ming.

"Young Yun, protect Ya Li well, or I won't let you off!"

The sky became their battlefield, with sword energy and arrows clashing.

Yunming didn't have time to reply to Elder An, so he could only make a promise to Yali amidst the smoke and fire of the battlefield.

"Don't worry! I'll protect you!"

Ya Li was very satisfied with Yun Ming's seriousness and determination as he spoke, and responded with a smile.

"I trust you!"

Feng Xian was already annoyed by Mo Gui's threat, and seeing Yun Ming and Ya Li so affectionate only made him angrier. He spoke to the last two Soul Emperor subordinates beside him.

"Kill them!"

Yun Ming also heard Feng Xian's words. He told Ya Li to step back, and the Sky-Piercing Spear appeared in his hand. He pointed the spear at Feng Xian and spoke calmly.

"Let's see who dies in the end."

Before the two could attack, Yun Ming flashed with silver light and appeared in front of Feng Xian, thrusting his spear straight at Feng Xian's chest.

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