At this moment, Zhao Wuji looked a bit worse for wear.
His clothes were tattered, with strips of cloth dancing wantonly in the wind. A thick layer of dust covered him, making it almost impossible to discern his original appearance.
A trace of blood still lingered at the corner of his mouth, the bright red bloodstain particularly striking on his dirty face.
"Cough, cough," Zhao Wuji leaned heavily on a nearby tree and coughed violently a few times.
To think that he, the "Immovable Bright King" Zhao Wuji, was a renowned existence in the soul master world.
However, when he faced a true expert, he deeply realized his own insignificance and helplessness. That feeling was like an ant facing a mountain, completely powerless to resist.
No, when an ant faces danger, it can at least struggle a few times.
But what about him?
Whether facing the Titan Giant Ape or the all-out Tang Hao, Zhao Wuji found that he couldn't do anything but wait for death.
"Teacher Zhao!"
Just then, a familiar voice came from afar.
"Huh? It's you, kid," Zhao Wuji looked towards the sound and finally saw Lu Feng.
His eyes were full of confusion as he asked, "Kid, how did you end up here? Where are Mubai and the others?"
"They have all returned safely to the spirit hunting market. But everyone was very worried about you, so I took the initiative to come out and look for you," Lu Feng scratched his head, a simple and honest smile on his face as he said softly.
Hearing this, Zhao Wuji's originally tense heart was immediately relieved.
This year's students all had extraordinary talent, and their backgrounds were even more powerful, one after another. If any one of them had an accident, Zhao Wuji felt that he would probably be skinned.
At this moment, Lu Feng quickly took out several sausages from his soul tool and said with a concerned expression, "Teacher Zhao, this is Oscar's special big sausage and small sausage. You are weak right now, so hurry up and eat them to replenish your strength."
"Heh, kid, it's rare of you to be so thoughtful," a gratified smile appeared on Zhao Wuji's face.
His eyes were full of appreciation for Lu Feng. "If I remember correctly, your name is Lu Feng, right? How old are you this year? If the age difference isn't too big, after we get back, I'll directly recruit you into our academy."
Zhao Wuji reached out and took the sausages. Without even a second glance, he stuffed them into his mouth without hesitation.
In an instant, a faint soul power gently wafted out. Zhao Wuji clearly felt his essence, qi, and spirit lift considerably.
Zhao Wuji's originally groggy head instantly cleared up a lot. The large and small wounds on his body actually began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Huh, strange. Since when did Oscar's kid's sausages become so potent? Zhao Wuji couldn't help but mutter inwardly.
"Teacher Zhao, it's not suitable to stay here for long. Let's leave quickly," Lu Feng said calmly, a faint smile playing on his lips.
"Mm," Zhao Wuji nodded.
But in the next second, just as Zhao Wuji was about to lift his foot and take a step, his body trembled violently without any warning. The soul power in his body rampaged like crazy, instantly going berserk and out of control.
Immediately after, a strange purplish-black color surged up his face at an extremely fast speed.
"Not good, this sausage is poisoned!"
Zhao Wuji was greatly alarmed. The instincts he had honed over many years prompted him to react immediately.
In an instant, his martial soul directly possessed him. A powerful and majestic soul power surged out from his body like a raging tide, forcibly suppressing the purplish-black color that was continuously spreading across his face.
"Kid, you!!!"
Zhao Wuji's eyes were wide with anger, and the fury in them seemed as if it would instantly ignite Lu Feng.
He stared intently at the seemingly harmless young man before him, his face full of disbelief and anger.
Zhao Wuji had not forgotten the taste of Oscar's sausages. These sausages were indeed Oscar's. Therefore, this kid must have poisoned them!
Zhao Wuji swung his palm fiercely at Lu Feng's head. He didn't even ask Lu Feng for his reason.
Zhao Wuji had roamed the soul master world for many years and had never had the habit of talking nonsense before killing someone.
"Bang!"
The expected sound of a head shattering did not occur. Zhao Wuji's bear paw was firmly caught by a dragon claw.
That dragon claw was as solid as a rock, exuding a bone-chilling cold. The scales on it shone with a sinister luster in the sunlight, as if it were a mysterious power from the nine heavens.
The next moment, Zhao Wuji saw a ball of golden light explode in front of his eyes, stinging him and making him subconsciously close his eyes.
His years of combat experience made him react immediately.
His first soul ring lit up brightly. A soul power defense covered his entire body. As his soul power surged, a faint, almost invisible halo enveloped him, like an indestructible shield.
First Soul Skill: Immovable Bright King Body!
However, Zhao Wuji clearly felt as if his defense didn't exist at all. Three cold claws slashed across his chest.
"Rip!"
Three sprays of blood burst into the air. The blood was particularly striking against the dim sky, like blooming flowers of evil.
The next moment, Zhao Wuji felt a huge force coming from his chest. His entire body was sent flying, tracing a miserable arc in the air, and slammed heavily into a large pit.
Dust flew up from the bottom of the pit. Zhao Wuji struggled to get up but felt a sharp pain from his chest, as if thousands of steel needles were stabbing him.
He gritted his teeth, endured the pain, and looked up at the blurry figure in the air, his heart filled with shock and anger.
"Is this his martial soul? But why did no soul rings appear?"
This Lu Feng, what kind of strength is he hiding?
Why was I completely unaware of it before?
At this moment, Lu Feng stood steadily in mid-air, like a god of war who had descended from the heavens.
Two dragon horns grew from his forehead, with mysterious patterns flashing on them. His entire body was covered in golden scales, which were tightly arranged and as hard as armor. Under the sunlight, they shone with a dazzling light, making it hard for one to open their eyes.
Dragon wings were spread out behind him. Each flap of the dragon wings brought up a whistling gale, as if it could tear the air apart.
At this moment, Zhao Wuji felt a wave of dragon might wash over him, and for a moment, a sense of powerlessness rose in his heart.
His Vigorous Vajra Bear martial soul was a top-tier existence among soul beasts. With his powerful strength and super-strong defense, he had made a great name for himself in the soul master world.
But at this moment, Zhao Wuji felt as if he had met his natural enemy.
He could clearly feel his martial soul trembling, afraid.
"How is this possible?"
Zhao Wuji's thoughts raced, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.
He had roamed the soul master world for many years and had met many geniuses from great powers. Each of them possessed unique skills, and their martial souls were unimaginably powerful.
But even someone as strong as the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon, known as the world's number one beast martial soul, had not given Zhao Wuji such a strong sense of oppression.
"Damn it, if I remember correctly, Zhu Zhuqing said that this kid is clearly just a three-ring Soul Elder," Zhao Wuji clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force.
He took a deep breath and steadied his emotions. His soul power of level seventy-six was his greatest reliance.
A mere three-ring Soul Elder, daring to stroke his tiger's whiskers?
He was simply courting death!
Right then, his third and fifth soul rings lit up at the same time.
In an instant, the atmosphere in the air immediately became heavy, as if an invisible mountain was pressing down, making it hard to breathe.
These two soul skills of his had similar effects.
The third soul skill could increase gravity. Once used, the surrounding space seemed to be distorted, and the opponent's movements would become extremely slow, as if trapped in a swamp. It could be considered half a control soul skill.
The fifth soul skill, Gravity Squeeze, could make the opponent withstand a huge pressure coming from all directions at the same time, as if being pulled by an invisible giant hand. Their body would uncontrollably charge towards Zhao Wuji.
Relying on the combination of these two soul skills, Zhao Wuji had been invincible in his past battles.
A simple and direct melee combat style, coupled with the enhancement of powerful soul skills. Even if the opponent's martial soul quality was high, given the absolute gap in soul power levels, Zhao Wuji was confident he could smash the opponent's head with one blow.
However, in the next moment, Zhao Wuji's eyes suddenly widened.
The gravity enhancement that should have trapped his opponent in a swamp, and the domineering pull of the gravity squeeze, now seemed to have hit an invisible high wall in front of Lu Feng, unable to affect him in the slightest.
Zhao Wuji looked closely and saw that Lu Feng's body was shining with both golden and white lights.
The lights shone together, dazzling to the eye, seeming to contain an endless holy power, instantly dispersing the surrounding gloom.
Like an angel descending.