8: If you mess with the younger one, the older one will come.

“It's about time.”

One morning, Qian Feng arrived at the Academy entrance early and changed his appearance using an angel mask.

At this moment, he looked like a tall, cold young man, wearing a black robe with the hood covering his head.

“Tang San has already gone to the Hunting Soul Forest with Yu Xiaogang. This is an opportunity. Perfect, two birds with one stone~”

A smile played on Qian Feng's lips as he stepped towards the Hunting Soul Forest. After all, being a Title Douluo, he immediately chose to fly after leaving Notting City, and his speed was naturally much faster than Tang San and the other's carriage.

By the time Qian Feng arrived deep within the Hunting Soul Forest, it took Tang San and the other a good while longer to reach the forest's outer perimeter.

“Xiao San, the first Soul Ring you need now is best around a hundred years old.” Yu Xiaogang patted the head of the young Tang San beside him, while also summoning his own Martial Soul, Luo San Pao.

Tang San nodded, then suddenly frowned and asked, “Teacher, I heard that a student in our Academy has a thousand-year first Soul Ring. What's the situation with that?”

During his time at the Academy, Tang San had heard many legends about “Qian Feng”. Even Xiao Wu, the beautiful girl sharing his dormitory, often mentioned Qian Feng's name.

This made him very curious.

“Oh, that kid?” Yu Xiaogang sneered and replied, “A Soul Master's first Soul Ring cannot exceed a thousand years, unless there's a later enhancement. Heh heh, I think that kid is probably using some kind of illusion? Maybe he's even an Evil Soul Master.”

Yu Xiaogang was someone who cared deeply about his reputation, and he had been unhappy about the embarrassment he suffered in the open-air class a while ago.

“Okay, I understand!” Tang San nodded.

Hiding in the shadows, Qian Feng sneered. At this moment, he was also wearing the angel mask, the golden mask radiating a faint divine light and holiness creating an extreme contrast with the black robe.

All of this was due to Qian Feng's caution. He couldn't reveal any part of his identity!

The principle was like a lion hunting a rabbit, using full strength.

Following this, Yu Xiaogang and his disciple killed some ten-year and slightly over hundred-year-old Soul Beasts. Soon, the two encountered a four-hundred-year-old Mandrake Snake.

Yu Xiaogang was overjoyed upon seeing this: “Xiao San! This is it. This four-hundred-year-old Mandrake Snake perfectly matches your Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul. Heh heh, what good luck. However, we need to be careful dealing with this four-hundred-year-old Soul Beast.”

Tang San nodded, his hands gradually turning jade green. The Hidden Weapons in his sleeves were already prepared.

“Get ready to attack!” Yu Xiaogang shouted loudly, first sending Luo San Pao to attack the Mandrake Snake. But at this moment, a terrifying bolt of lightning shot out from the forest.

The lightning was as thick as a tree trunk, radiating purple light.

In an instant, it incinerated the four-hundred-year-old Mandrake Snake Soul Beast, which was flicking its tongue, into ashes.

Tang San and Yu Xiaogang were stunned on the spot. Yu Xiaogang's body trembled even more, and he involuntarily looked at Qian Feng, who was standing in the air. The latter had his hands behind his back, and purple-red lightning protection emanated from his body due to the torso Soul Bone [Brilliant Thunder War Armor].

This terrifying pressure caused the Soul Beasts within a radius of a hundred li to immediately begin a massive migration, seemingly not daring to approach this place by a single step!

“Senior. My disciple and I did not know that this Mandrake Snake was your prey. We are very sorry! If we have disturbed you, Yu Xiaogang, an Elder of the Spirit Hall, apologizes here!”

Yu Xiaogang respectfully bowed to Qian Feng in the sky, and even brought out his identity as an Offering of the Spirit Hall, which he “least loved”.

“Oh.” Qian Feng's eyes, revealed by the mask, coldly scanned the two.

Continue chatting and communicating? Or torment and play with the two?

This was not Qian Feng's style of handling things. More words meant more mistakes! Qian Feng's heart settled, and his ninety-level Soul Power surged out. A ball of lightning even appeared in his hand.

The violent killing intent caused Tang San and Yu Xiaogang's faces to turn pale.

Tang San clenched his hands, large beads of sweat already seeping from his forehead. He stared fixedly at Qian Feng, his heart filled with unwillingness: “Why... why would I be killed by this inexplicable madman after being reborn?! I am not willing...”

His Hidden Weapons were ready to be deployed at any moment, although he knew there was nowhere to hide!

Seeing this, Yu Xiaogang no longer cared about concealing anything and immediately shouted again, “Senior! You had better stop immediately. Do you know who the father of this boy beside me is?!”

Qian Feng slowly raised his hands, the huge lightning ball emitting a piercing buzzing sound. He glanced at Yu Xiaogang with interest and asked with a smile, “Who?”

“Tang Hao! The current ninety-sixth level powerful attack type Peak Douluo, Martial Soul Haotian Hammer!” Yu Xiaogang understood that only by bringing up Tang San's father would they have a chance to survive.

At the same time, he was very curious as to why this black-robed man wanted to intercept and kill the two of them?

Could it be... from the Spirit Hall?!

“Oh~ Haotian Douluo.” Qian Feng smiled slightly, nodded, and said, “I have long heard of your great name!”

Yu Xiaogang's heart relaxed slightly. At least the other party would spare the two out of fear of Haotian Douluo's power...

“To prevent Haotian Douluo from bothering me... I need to act quickly!” Qian Feng said with a smile. As his voice fell, he no longer paid attention to Yu Xiaogang and the other's despairing eyes.

He activated his full Soul Power, and the two large lightning balls were immediately pushed out by him!

The lightning balls were extremely fast. Before they even reached the ground, the terrifying lightning pressure had already caused the surrounding trees to wither and die, and a large fire suddenly ignited in the forest!

“Teacher! Hurry and go!!” Tang San's eyes turned red. He unleashed all his Hidden Weapons, using Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track along with various other techniques. But even so,

the despair in his heart did not diminish in the slightest.

The approaching lightning balls became increasingly dazzling. Tang San and Yu Xiaogang couldn't even move half a step under Qian Feng's pressure, and their eyes couldn't look directly at the lightning balls.

A sense of despair, waiting for death, made Tang San and the other's faces turn ashen.

“Heh heh, you? Who are you? Spirit Hall, or some other force. However, if you dare to touch my Tang Hao's son, then you deserve to die!”

A deep voice came from not far away, like thunder rumbling.

Qian Feng's heart skipped a beat. He stepped back a few steps in the air, a sense of crisis inexplicably arising in his heart. He looked up at the man not far away.

Tang Hao came flying through the air, swinging his Haotian Hammer, directly shattering the two lightning balls.

“Father...” Tang San's eyes turned red as he looked at Tang Hao in the sky.

“Xiao San, you and Master leave first. I will bring this person's head to see you later.” Tang Hao glanced at Tang San and the other, and his nine Soul Rings floated up from beneath his feet.

Yellow, Yellow, Purple, Purple, Black, Black, Black, Black, Red!

The nine Soul Rings, accompanied by dark clouds and thunder in the sky, created a truly terrifying aura!

“Tsk tsk, still a bit slow.” Qian Feng shook his head, blaming himself for not being calm and decisive enough.

“Heh heh heh, are you from the Spirit Hall?” Tang Hao squinted at Qian Feng. Seeing that the other party didn't answer, his eyes turned red with a strong killing intent as he said, “Forget it. After killing you, I will personally go to the Spirit Hall and ask that bitch Bibi Dong!”

“...” Qian Feng's body trembled upon hearing this. His face turned icy, and he slowly closed his eyes.

Insulting his Mother?!

“Brilliant Thunder Monarch...” Qian Feng slowly spoke. The Soul Power on his body turned into streaks of lightning that rushed into the sky, outlining a majestic and solemn divine phantom!