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Chapter 119 Captured!

"You're being stubborn! You know exactly what you're thinking!"

Pale Han Feng clearly hadn't expected Dai Mubai to be so carefree. His laughter faltered, and he said in a gloomy tone.

Dai Mubai struggled to his feet. Although Wang Xu's flash attack hadn't hit him, the shockwave alone had caused him serious injuries, especially his right arm, which had been grazed. The muscle tension alone caused him excruciating pain!

But Dai Mubai didn't show it. Instead, he grinned and, mimicking Pale Han Feng's tone, said sarcastically, "You know perfectly well what you think!"

Upon hearing this, the pale-faced Han Feng's face, beneath the bull's head, contorted almost violently, and he growled, "If you wanted to provoke me, then you've succeeded!"

Dai Mubai extended his finger and beckoned to the pale Han Feng, his provocation evident in his words!

"You asked for this!" Pale Han Feng roared in shock and anger. His second soul skill behind him glowed slightly, but then stopped abruptly. Pale Han Feng gritted his teeth, gave up on using the soul skill, and instead took a step forward, rushing towards Dai Mubai!

Seeing Han Feng's pale face, a hint of disappointment flashed in Dai Mubai's heterochromatic eyes.

From the start of the battle between Dai Mubai and Pale Hanfeng until now, Pale Hanfeng seems completely unconcerned about the loss of soul power. From initially consuming soul power to increase the damage of his charged shield strike, to later actively dispelling the tattered Flame Luo Dharma Image and Flame Dragon Armor, to the 'King's Flash' he just released, and the repeated use of fixed-point protection, even if Pale Hanfeng is a Soul Master with pure soul power, his soul power reserves must be running low at this point!

It should be noted that apart from a few soul skills, almost all of Han Feng's skills are ultimate moves, which consume a huge amount of soul power!

Han Feng could never pull off a battle tactic like the one used by the pale-faced Han Feng!

Only Dai Mubai, who spends all his time with Han Feng, noticed this!

After witnessing the destruction caused by Wang Xu's flash, Dai Mubai was certain that the soul power in Pale Han Feng's body was no longer sufficient for him to squander as recklessly as before!

Dai Mubai deliberately provoked Pale Hanfeng to provoke him into using his killing move again, or at least to deplete some of Pale Hanfeng's soul power. However, he did not expect that Pale Hanfeng was not as simple as he thought. He reacted in an instant and gave up using his second soul skill.

"Get out of here!"

Seeing that Pale Han Feng was attacking Dai Mubai again, Zhao Wuji, who could no longer sit still, went directly between Dai Mubai and Pale Han Feng and slapped Pale Han Feng away!

He had witnessed Han Feng's attack just now. If Flander hadn't stopped him, a large part of Dugu Bo's herb garden would probably have been destroyed!

Moreover, Zhao Wuji remembered that back when Han Feng had not yet obtained his third soul ring, he used a Void Flash to directly kill the Immovable Crocodile Scale Bull, which was 2,200 years old!

If Pale Han Feng were to unleash the Wang Xu Flash again, Dai Mubai might not be able to withstand it!

Zhao Wuji's furious strike sent a shiver down Han Feng's spine, shattering the bull-head mask on his face and causing crimson blood to gush from his exposed chin.

Pale Han Feng was sent flying, crashing into a tree. Zhao Wuji restrained himself, preventing Pale Han Feng from sustaining serious injury. Pale Han Feng was able to stand up again, staring intently at Zhao Wuji without speaking to him. Instead, he sneered at Dai Mubai behind him:

"What?! You can't beat them yourselves, so you call your parents?! The younger ones can't beat them, so you call the older ones?! You're all a bunch of shameless scoundrels! Whether it's him or any of you! You're all!"

Upon hearing Han Feng's pale words, Dai Mubai's expression changed. He looked at Zhao Wuji and pleaded, "Teacher Zhao! Let me do it!"

"But!" Zhao Wuji instinctively wanted to refuse.

He hadn't sparred with Dai Mubai for a long time, not since Dai Mubai broke through to level 40. He didn't have a clear understanding of Dai Mubai's strength, but at least so far, Dai Mubai's strength was more than twice as strong as when they sparred. He couldn't figure out where Dai Mubai's limit was and didn't want Dai Mubai to take any risks!

Moreover, the attack that Pale Han Feng unleashed against Wang Xu's Flash was no joke; a slight misstep could result in a bloody hole!

But when he saw the pleading look in Dai Mubai's eyes, he swallowed back the words he was about to say—he was a greenhorn himself, how could he not understand the grief and indignation in Dai Mubai's heart?

Whether it's to vent the anger of Han fans or to vent his own anger, this battle needs to be fought by Dai Mubai!

"Let Mu Bai go!" At this moment, Flander also transmitted his voice to Zhao Wuji, "With me here, nothing will happen!"

Hearing Flander's voice, Zhao Wuji felt a sense of relief.

Flander is a Soul Saint with agility and attack power. If he were to unleash his full speed, he could definitely save Dai Mubai before he was defeated!

Liu Erlong even more aggressively transmitted her voice to Zhao Wuji: "The disciples I taught aren't as bad as you think! Let them fight! This is nothing!!"

"Alright!" Upon hearing this, Zhao Wuji stepped aside, leaving the space to Dai Mubai and the pale-faced Han Feng.

"Is this a good idea? I think it's more rational for him to do it." Pale Han Feng sneered disdainfully, as if he didn't take Dai Mubai seriously at all.

Dai Mubai scoffed in return, "What's wrong with that? I've already won!"

"Is that so?" Upon hearing this, the pale-faced Han Feng's eyes turned cold, a sinister light flashing within them. He spoke in a voice almost dripping with ice, "Having already started hallucinating? What a pathetic creature..."

"Whether it's an illusion or not, we'll find out soon enough!" Dai Mubai suddenly relaxed and said to the pale Han Feng, "No need to hold back anymore. We both don't have much soul power left. Let's settle this with one strike!"

Han Feng's smile froze, seemingly not expecting Dai Mubai to see through his depleted soul power. His lips twitched, and he roared furiously, "You said it yourself!"

Dai Mubai snorted lightly, flipped his hand and drew two Gengjin Heavenly Fiend Halberds, then combined them into one, pointing the halberd at the pale Han Feng: "Enough nonsense! Come on!"

"You're courting death!" Pale Han Feng roared, and a dark red light once again condensed between the bull's horns, ready in the blink of an eye: "Wang Xu's Flash!"

The moment the dark red light shot towards Dai Mubai, instead of throwing his halberd, Dai Mubai sneered and channeled the last bit of soul power he had left, attacking the pale Han Feng from another direction: "Since you can see Han Feng's past, you should know that there has never been a single decisive blow between us!"

Han Feng's pale face was covered by a mask, so his expression could not be seen, but from his dark red eyes that flickered between light and shadow, it was clear that he was very excited at the moment!

Dai Mubai had already seen from that attack that Pale Hanfeng did not have good control over that terrifying flash of light and could not control it at will. Taking advantage of this fleeting opportunity, he rushed to Pale Hanfeng's side, swung his halberd in a wide arc, and with a swift motion, severed Pale Hanfeng's two bull heads!

Without the support of the bull's horns, Wang Xu's flash immediately went out of control. The dark red ball of light, filled with soul power, expanded rapidly and looked like it was about to explode!

Dai Mubai hadn't expected this either, and his eyes widened suddenly—at such close range, he had no time to dodge!

Fortunately, Flander, who was keeping a close watch on the side, reacted the moment he noticed the anomaly. He spread his wings and appeared in front of Dai Mubai almost instantly. He stretched out his hands and grasped the dark red ball of light in his hands. His face was solemn, and his Soul Saint-level soul power surged. It took several breaths before he was able to suppress the ball of energy!

Only when the dark red orb of light completely disappeared did everyone breathe a sigh of relief.

Dai Mubai's halberd fell to the neck of the pale Han Feng: "I told you, I've already won!"

With the bull's horns broken off, the illusory mask also dissipated on its own. Pale Han Feng stared at Dai Mubai with resentment, his fists clenched so tightly that his nails almost dug into his palms, his eyes filled with hatred!

"Shameless! Despicable! You are no match for me!" Pale Han Feng roared, his body trembling. Perhaps it was the halberd around his neck that calmed him down a bit, and his voice was not so frantic.

Dai Mubai sneered and said coldly, "Shameless!? Despicable!? When it comes to despicable and shameless, you're even more despicable and shameless than one who threatened us with Fengzi's life first!?"

Dai Mubai's words made the pale-faced Han Feng gasp for breath. For a moment, he didn't know how to refute Dai Mubai, and could only stubbornly say, "I am Han Feng!"

Dai Mubai ignored Pale Han Feng's words and continued, "From the very beginning, you had no chance of winning. We have three Soul Saints, five Soul Sect Masters, and two Soul Venerables here. Even that guy Fengzi could only offer his neck for slaughter, let alone... you are not him!"

After saying that, Dai Mubai flicked the tip of his halberd, forcing the pale Han Feng to look directly at him, and asked, word by word, "Now, tell me, how can I awaken Fengzi!?"

"Otherwise what?" Pale Han Feng, equally ruthless, sneered, "Do you dare kill me!?"

Pale Han Feng's words made Dai Mubai frown; he really didn't have a good way to deal with Pale Han Feng.

Tang San stepped forward, smiling gently and saying in a harmless manner, "Brother Dai doesn't really have any good solutions, but I can make you wish you were dead without harming your very core! Can you endure the pain of ten thousand ants gnawing at your heart? Can you endure the pain of your heart being torn apart and your bones eroded? If you're willing, I can let you try!"

Tang San's words sent a chill down everyone's spine, and they involuntarily took a step back.

Pale Han Feng wasn't particularly afraid—he had only obtained some fragmented information from Han Feng's memories. In Han Feng's memories, there were mostly generals undergoing bone-scraping treatments and warriors who didn't fall even after being shot multiple times. He had almost no concept of what "ten thousand ants devouring the heart" or "heart-crushing and bone-eroding" meant!

(End of this chapter)