Fantasy, starting with a treasure bowl

The strange black shadow resembled a human, standing seven feet tall. Although it lacked specific facial features, it was enveloped in an extremely powerful aura of Yuan energy, making it a force to be reckoned with!

Swish!

The eerie black shadow flashed by and returned to Zhang Dabiao's side, like a loyal bodyguard, following his lead.

"This person is merely a branch leader of the Wusheng Sect, whose status within the sect is even lower than that of the former Four Protectors. How could he possibly possess a soul clone...!"

Lu Feng's gaze was fixed on the eerie black figure beside Zhang Dabiao. His brows furrowed, and a rare hint of apprehension appeared on his face. "Could this person also be hiding some unknown opportunity...?"

Soul clone, as the name suggests, is a high-level martial art that involves separating one's own soul to create a powerful clone.

Not only that, the external avatar will inherit all the cultivator's strength, and will be loyal and fearless, essentially giving the cultivator an extra twin helper out of thin air.

However, the value of high-level martial arts such as Soul Avatar is not low. Even the most ordinary Soul Avatar is far superior to ordinary ninth-grade martial arts and Xuan-grade martial arts. At the very least, it is a low-level Spirit-grade martial art!

At present, Zhang Dabiao is just a minor branch leader of the Wusheng Sect. Logically speaking, it is impossible for him to master such high-level martial arts. No wonder Lu Feng was surprised.

"Young Master Lu, calm down. This thing isn't an external avatar; it's more like the power of a spiritual essence..."

Gu Canyang's reminder came again, which immediately calmed Lu Feng down.

"Spiritual power?"

Lu Feng narrowed his eyes slightly, releasing his Yuan Power to sense the surroundings again. His expression then turned thoughtful. "This fluctuation of energy... I was right!"

"Damn it! I knew something was off from the start. Luckily, you reminded me in time, or I would have been scared by this guy...!"

Having seen through everything, Lu Feng's confidence soared, and all his apprehension vanished.

After all, even the most ordinary Soul Avatar technique is at least a low-grade Spirit Rank martial art, and its value is so high that even if Lu Feng sold everything he owned, he couldn't afford it, let alone a mere Zhang Dabiao.

Besides, the strange black shadow that Zhang Dabiao summoned out of thin air did not fully inherit his strength. At most, it was only equivalent to a martial artist at the eighth level of the Spirit Soul Realm, which was even weaker than the injured Ren Lingyun and Cao Keying.

Therefore, it is clear that the strange black shadow in front of us is merely an ability of Zhang Dabiao's natal spirit, and not a true external clone.

"Kill him!"

Without giving Lu Feng a chance to catch his breath, the moment the eerie black shadow appeared, Zhang Dabiao waved his hand again and launched another attack, joining the siege!

Swish!

A strange black shadow flew towards Lu Feng on the ground below like a ghost. Not only was its movement speed incredibly fast, but its attacks were also extremely tricky, with almost every move aimed at the latter's blind spots and vital points!

"The Eight Spirit Seals of Gara!"

Faced with the double attack from the eerie black shadow and Zhang Dabiao, Lu Feng did not retreat or dodge. Instead, he unleashed both palms at the same time, and a large amount of Yuan energy surged and exploded, finally transforming into eight golden giant palms with skin as golden as clouds and terrifying aura.

Swish!Swish!Swish!

Eight giant golden palms pierced through the air and then merged into one, until finally transforming into a lifelike and terrifying image of Venerable Gara. In just one exchange, they repelled the eerie black shadow and Zhang Dapeng, as if they were in an empty field!

Boom!

Another loud explosion rang out, and the image of Venerable Gara slowly dissipated. Zhang Dabiao and the others retreated rapidly until they finally collapsed to the ground in a sorry state.

Not only that, even the strange black shadow beside Zhang Dabiao has become much dimmer and more transparent, seemingly unable to withstand the impact of the Gara Eight Spirit Seals, and may disappear at any moment!

"How...how is this possible?!"

He quickly got up from the ground and saw that Zhang Dabiao's face was pale and his expression was shocked. At this moment, there was a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth, and the Yuan Qi aura on his body was also fluctuating and unstable. It seemed that he had taken Lu Feng's full-force palm strike head-on, and his injuries were not light.

It should be noted that its natal spirit is one of the rare spirits, the "Shadow Spirit," which can not only create a phantom of a spirit to assist in battle, but also inherit 80% of the original's strength, almost equivalent to two against one!

Even so, he still couldn't do anything to Lu Feng, and was even severely injured by the latter with a single palm strike!

"Could it be that this little beast is also hiding his true strength?!"

Thinking of this, Zhang Dabiao frowned, looking as if he were facing a formidable enemy.

After all, Lu Feng was only a martial artist at the eighth level of the Spirit Soul Realm. Whether it was the Yuan Power in his Dantian or his cultivation level, he was weaker than him. Moreover, he had the Spirit Soul Phantom derived from the Shadow Spirit Soul to help him. It was almost impossible for him to lose, unless the opponent also hid his strength!

"Hey Zhang, I was just careless and underestimated you, that's how you managed to sneak up on me. You don't actually think you're so tough, do you?"

"Try whatever tricks you have up your sleeve. Don't blame me for not giving you a chance; I'll make sure you die a quick and painless death...!"

After forcing Zhang Dabiao and the eerie black figure back with a single palm strike, Lu Feng did not pursue them. Instead, he slightly beckoned to the former with his index finger, his tone full of mockery and sarcasm. He had clearly used his tried-and-true method of provocation again.

As for Lu Feng's intention, it was very simple: to make the other party angry and lose their mind, thereby exposing more flaws!

In addition, Gu Canyang also mentioned that Zhang Dabiao was vaguely shrouded in a powerful and extraordinary bloodline demonic power, which had not yet been revealed. That is why Lu Feng repeatedly tested and provoked him in order to force out the latter's true trump card.

"You sharp-tongued little beast, you've courted death!"

Faced with Lu Feng's provocation, Zhang Dabiao was completely enraged. He immediately flipped his palm outward and took out a strange bell about the size of a walnut from his spiritual ring. The bell was decorated with gilded beast patterns. At the same time, his face twisted into a ferocious expression, as if he had gone mad with anger.

After all, he was one of the leaders of the Sun-ranked branch of the Wusheng Sect, and with the help of Ying Lingpo, it was a two-on-one fight throughout. However, he was suppressed and stomped on by Lu Feng, who even mocked him face to face. Naturally, he could not swallow this insult!

"What is that?"

Seeing Zhang Dabiao suddenly pull out a strange bell with a gilded beast pattern, Lu Feng also narrowed his eyes, a look of doubt on his face.

After all, although this bell is exquisitely crafted and made of excellent materials, it does not contain any spiritual energy fluctuations and does not look like a powerful spiritual treasure. Instead, it looks more like an antique toy.

"Could this be... Oh no!"

Below, Ren Lingyun, who was also seriously injured, struggled to raise his head. When he saw the Beast Taming Golden Bell in Zhang Dabiao's hand, his expression changed drastically. As if recalling something, he exclaimed in alarm, "Brother Lu, be careful...!"