"Chen Feng..." Ling Feng, from a distance, gasped in shock and was about to rush out when Jin Ling grabbed her arm.

"Don't rush. Although I detest members of the Dragon Clan, I know he must have his own method!" Jin Ling said slowly, gazing at the distance.

"Even if he has a method, he shouldn't injure himself! That move is Soul Extraction—it can pull out the opponent's soul. What is he trying to do by attacking himself?" Ling Feng asked nervously.

"Attacking himself? Could he have hit his head during the fight?" Jin Ling remarked, but before she finished speaking, she saw Ling Feng’s face turn instantly pale as if realizing something, and she flew up into the air, murmuring, "He's… he's trying to burn his own soul to unleash the Ultimate Form! Once the soul is drawn out via Soul Extraction, he easily slips into an unconscious state. Under this state, unleashing the Ultimate Form yields immense power, but… his soul will never recover. One wrong move and he’ll be damned for eternity."

"What? You mean Chen Feng is doing this with the intent of mutual destruction?" Lei Di exclaimed in shock.

"Exactly. Chen Feng intends to destroy that white-robed youth even if it costs him his life!" Ling Feng burst into heartbroken sobs, tears tracing paths down her pale cheeks.

As she spoke, Ling Feng suddenly recalled that Chen Feng was an indifferent person who cared about nothing. If he wanted to escape, all he had to do was open the Gate of Nature, and the pursuer wouldn't catch him. Why was he fighting so desperately now to execute a move? Could it be… revenge for me and the people of the Underworld Camp?

"No…" Ling Feng shivered again at the thought, trembling uncontrollably.

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"Ah…" Chen Feng roared again as his fist embedded itself in his chest. With a sudden outward sweep of his hand, a white, mist-like substance was pinched in his palm. The moment the mist appeared, his entire body seemed to freeze; his eyes were vacant, devoid of any emotion.

Bang!

The white, misty soul in his hand shattered into countless fragments as he crushed it. Once the Soul Extraction technique was unleashed, he was completely beyond his own control; these actions were a seamless sequence.

"Trying to commit suicide?" The white-robed youth also froze, completely unprepared for Chen Feng to do such a thing. Attacking him with full power—what else could this be if not suicide?

"No, I want to see what trick you're playing!" the white-robed youth shouted, darting forward to stand before Chen Feng again. With a mighty roar, he raised both fists and hammered toward Chen Feng's chest.

Chen Feng seemed unconscious, aware of nothing, his empty gaze fixed on the incoming attack. Suddenly, his entire body erupted in blood-red flames, making him look like a god of fire.

"Ah…" He roared, unleashing a powerful punch with his right hand, meeting the youth's fists head-on, and a technique rolled out!

Ultimate Battle Revelation: Ultimate Form!

As the Ultimate Form struck, space seemed to freeze entirely, like a massive column of ice.

"What kind of technique is this… Ah…" Terror flashed across the white-robed youth's face. He struggled, trying to break free, but found himself utterly immobilized. A shrill cry sounded, and instantly, he fell silent.

The ice-column-like space gradually shrank, coalescing into a sphere no larger than a fist. It dropped from the sky, plummeting into an unknown location deep within the mountains. The white-robed youth, sealed by the immense power of the Ultimate Form, was utterly silenced.

After unleashing the Ultimate Form and successfully sealing the white-robed youth, Chen Feng did not experience the spatial transference to another world as he had previously. Instead, lacking the power to maintain flight, he simply plummeted from the air!

"Chen Feng!" Ling Feng rushed over and caught him in her arms, tears streaming down her fair cheeks.

"How is he?" Jin Ling flew over as well, unable to suppress the question.

"He…" Ling Feng began to weep loudly.

Jin Ling brought her fingers close to Chen Feng's face and instantly shivered: "Dead?"

Chen Feng lay motionless in Ling Feng's embrace, his breath long gone, his pupils dilated—not a flicker of life remained!

"How could this be? How could Chen Feng die? I haven't beaten him yet, he absolutely cannot die!" Lei Di also charged over, gripping Chen Feng’s shoulder and shaking him violently.

Lei Di was inherently arrogant; having been defeated by Chen Feng twice, he had harbored deep resentment. But seeing him truly dead before his eyes brought a wave of distress. He couldn't accept it. Losing a contest of defense to Chen Feng was an utter disgrace, and the one who bestowed that disgrace was now dead. How could one accept such a thing!

Buzz! Buzz!

Suddenly, a sharp, resonant cry emanated from Chen Feng’s body. The three looked closely and saw that the vibrating sound was coming from a massive bow strapped to his back. In the process of using Soul Extraction, Chen Feng had taken out a bow and placed it on his back without anyone noticing.

The great bow trembled, and the white light—shattered by Chen Feng's Soul Extraction—began to slowly converge toward the giant bow.

Seeing this bizarre scene, the three looked at each other, unsure of what was happening.

"Is it gathering the soul that was just shattered?" Jin Ling offered tentatively.

In truth, they all suspected this was the case, but no one dared voice it as fact. A shattered soul reassembling itself was something out of myth. Ling Feng had never heard Chen Feng mention anything like this, leaving her momentarily stunned.

As they spoke, the white mist was completely absorbed by the great bow. After waiting a moment, the bowstring resonated once more, and a ball of white light bounced out, drilling directly into Chen Feng's "corpse." As the light entered, his stiffening body gradually softened, and a faint trace of life returned. Ling Feng and the others were overjoyed. Without hesitation, the three carried Chen Feng's "body" back toward the original peak. In moments, they arrived on the summit. Over ten thousand members of the Underworld Camp were dead, and tens of thousands more surrounded the peak. Seeing Ling Feng and the others approach, they erupted in cheers.

Milo rushed forward without restraint. He had refused to follow Little Hu and the others earlier, his sole purpose being to witness Chen Feng's return. He jogged over, shouting, "Master, Master…"

When he reached them and saw Chen Feng unconscious, Milo immediately dropped to his knees beside him, his anxiety vividly apparent.

"It's fine, he has faint breathing now; he should wake up soon!" Jin Ling told Ling Feng.

Though Jin Ling was often arrogant and rude, her father was Jin Xuanhu, a Divine-level expert, and her family heritage was profound. After her initial shock, she quickly regained her composure. Seeing Ling Feng overwhelmed by worry, she offered this reminder.

"Mmm," Ling Feng replied, nodding, then hugged Chen Feng and gently kissed his forehead, finally easing the tension in her heart.

"Master… what happened to him?" Milo asked anxiously from the side, hesitant to approach.

"He was injured! He's fine now," Ling Feng replied coolly, dismissing him.

"It's good that he's okay!" Milo rubbed his hands nervously. "Perhaps we should go to where Little Hu is being treated? That thing called the Gate of Nature is not far from here!"

"Alright!" Ling Feng nodded, preparing to fly off while still holding Chen Feng, when a weak voice slowly spoke up.

"Don't worry, I'm fine now!"

"Chen Feng!"

"Master!"

Everyone gathered around as Chen Feng opened his eyes. His lips were pale, his breathing shallow, and his face haggard.

"I'm alright!" Chen Feng said upon seeing everyone's anxious gazes. "Just a bit exhausted!"

After fighting for so long, culminating in the use of the Soul Extraction technique and unleashing the Ultimate Form, all his energy was depleted. Exhaustion was inevitable.

"Chen Feng…" Seeing that Chen Feng was safe, Ling Feng found her tears flowing uncontrollably for some reason.

Chen Feng managed a weak smile, gently touching the tears sliding down Ling Feng's cheek. "What is there to cry about? The dignified successor of the Fire Phoenix sheds tears—won't people laugh at you?"

"I…" Ling Feng stammered, unable to form a full sentence.

Milo, seeing his Master and Master's wife speaking together, felt awkward approaching and stood rubbing his hands nervously in the distance, calling out, "Master… you…"

He was concerned about whether Chen Feng would honor his previous acceptance of him as a disciple. Chen Feng had left in a hurry; if his words had been casual, Milo's joy would have been in vain.

"I've never taken an apprentice before. If you behave well, I might consider it," Chen Feng said weakly, aware of Milo’s thoughts.

"Thank you, Master, thank you, Master, thank you, Master!!!" Milo immediately fell to his knees, kowtowing repeatedly. "My greatest wish is to become your disciple. If you agree, I'll do anything!"

In his eagerness, his words were jumbled and illogical, and his movements stiff yet endearing, causing Chen Feng and the others to chuckle.

"Ah…" Chen Feng clutched his chest, saying helplessly, "Can you not laugh so hard? My injuries haven't healed!"

Several of his ribs had been broken by the white-robed youth's kicks, and every movement still sent sharp jolts of pain through him.

"Okay, okay!" Milo quickly stood up, made a funny face, slapped his forehead, and declared, "Oh! I saw a lot of good things on the peak! I'll bring them back to honor Master!" With that, he ran off into the distance.

Chen Feng watched his bouncing figure retreat, smiled, and was about to turn to Ling Feng when his brow suddenly tightened, and he shouted in alarm, "Don't—"

Before his warning finished, a massive beam of light shot down from the sky, striking the running Milo directly. With a boom, he was blown into a pile of bloody fragments.

Everyone tracked the light beam's origin and saw a white-robed youth suspended in the air, his face contorted in a ferocious snarl!

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