Although Liu Feng was surprised that he had cultivated the Soul Blade, he was not afraid. He swung the Kanglong Mace and struck again, "So what if you have the Soul Blade? Whoever hurts him will be killed!!"
As the two weapons clashed again, both of them retreated simultaneously.
The leading Ghost King swung another Soul Blade and slashed towards Liu Feng's face.
Liu Feng dodged by turning his head, but a gash appeared on his left cheek the next moment, and blood flowed out.
Liu Feng was stunned for a moment, wiped the blood from his face with his finger, and then licked it with his tongue, his voice chillingly cold, "You're called Wei Tianwang, right? Good, very good, excellent!"
There was no anger on Liu Feng's face, but his icy tone sent shivers down one's spine, and even Wei Tianwang could feel the terrifying chill.
Liu Feng took out a small bottle filled with red liquid from his pocket.
The two Soul Blades on Wei Tianwang's arm trembled violently upon sensing the bright red liquid in the small bottle.
Wei Tianwang looked at the bright red liquid in the small bottle in Liu Feng's hand with a solemn expression.
Soul Blades were very sensitive to blood. The better the quality, the stronger the perception. Such violent trembling was a first.
Whose blood was in this small bottle?
Liu Feng drank the bright red liquid in the small bottle in one gulp, and his aura suddenly surged several times.
"What kind of evil cultivation technique has this guy practiced?" Wei Tianwang couldn't help but utter.
Liu Feng stomped his foot on the ground, his speed suddenly increasing, and he raised the Kanglong Mace and slashed down fiercely.
Wei Tianwang instinctively raised his two Soul Blades to block.
*Bang!*
Wei Tianwang felt an immense weight in his arms, his feet struggling to stay planted on the ground.
Wei Tianwang gritted his teeth and forced them apart, but before he could make another move, Liu Feng's large fist smashed down.
*Bang!*
Liu Feng threw a punch, and Wei Tianwang took it with his face, sending him flying backward.
The moment Liu Feng jammed the Kanglong Mace into the ground, he grabbed Wei Tianwang's arm and threw another punch.
Wei Tianwang was dazed by the punch, with no room to retaliate.
*Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!*
One punch, two punches, three punches. Liu Feng's barrage of punches landed on Wei Tianwang's cheek.
"I told you to touch him, I told you to touch him!" Liu Feng cursed angrily, his fists not stopping.
The Ghost Kings nearby raised their eyebrows. The power of Liu Feng's punches was such that a single blow would surely scatter the souls of ordinary ghosts. One could imagine how much it hurt to be hit in the face.
The Ghost Kings exchanged glances and prepared to help. They all understood that under a collapsed nest, no egg would remain intact. If their boss died, they would be next.
*Swoosh!*
Just as the Ghost Kings were about to make a move, a golden light shot from somewhere.
When one of the Ghost Kings reacted, the golden light was already before him.
The Ghost King immediately dodged by turning his head, but the golden light was too fast. In an instant, it was right in front of his face.
Although the Ghost King dodged the incoming golden light, one of his ears was still sliced off by it.
Ghostly energy continuously seeped from the wound on his ear. The Ghost King felt a sharp pain and gritted his teeth to endure it.
At this moment, there was no anger on his face, only fear and terror.
The Ghost Kings all looked in the direction from which the golden light had shot.
They saw a handsome man in ancient attire looking at them expressionlessly, with a dazzling golden point of light condensed at his fingertip. He carried Yu Daohang on one shoulder, his voice devoid of any emotion.
"No one makes a move!"
Hearing this, the Ghost Kings dared not move an inch.
They knew in their hearts that the handsome man before them was someone they could not deal with. It would only take a hand movement for him to kill them.
It was only then that they realized that the terrifying presence here was not the other one, but this handsome man carrying the youth.
Seeing that the Ghost Kings wisely refrained from moving, Qin Muyu did not pay them any further attention. He had expected this outcome and turned to continue watching the fight between the two.
Wei Tianwang was still taking punches, with no chance to fight back, while Liu Feng's unstoppable fists grew more powerful and faster.
Even a Ghost King of this caliber could not withstand such terrifying punches.
The Ghost Kings beside them watched Wei Tianwang being beaten unilaterally. Although they wanted to help, none of them dared.
They were certain that stepping forward would mean certain death, and even an unnecessary movement would result in immediate annihilation.
Suddenly, Wei Tianwang gritted his teeth, endured the intense pain, and used all his strength to raise the Soul Blade on his arm and stab towards Liu Feng's abdomen.
Liu Feng sneered and grabbed the incoming Soul Blade.
Wei Tianwang's face was filled with shock, unable to believe his eyes. His proud Soul Blade was so easily and firmly grasped by him.
Liu Feng chuckled, his voice laced with mockery, "This Soul Blade is fine against others, but it's too naive to play with blood against me."
The blood energy on the Soul Blade was slowly absorbed by Liu Feng's hand.
Seeing that things were not going well, Wei Tianwang tried to pull back the Soul Blade, but Liu Feng's grasping hand was like an iron clamp; no matter how hard he tried, it was useless.
Wei Tianwang tried to swing the Soul Blade on his other arm, but the large fist had already arrived.
Wei Tianwang knew that at such close range, he could not dodge and could only grit his teeth and continue taking the blows.