After destroying the Dantians of the two men, Xiao Yifeng once again activated his Soul Devouring attack. This time they had no cultivation to resist with and could not withstand Xiao Yifeng’s Soul Devouring Devour.
Very quickly, the two men’s white souls flew out from their brains and were directly devoured by the bloody vortexes in Xiao Yifeng’s eyes, eventually entering into his own soul, supplementing Xiao Yifeng’s Soul Power.
At the same time, all of the essence blood of the two men was also devoured by Xiao Yifeng, merging into his eyes.
Both men were experts at the Middle Stage of Entering Saint Realm, and although their cultivation was spoiled, their Soul Power and essence blood were very powerful.
It took Xiao Yifeng several minutes to fully digest them, and his Soul Power instantly doubled, making the power of his eyes even stronger.
With greater Soul Power, Xiao Yifeng once again wielded a flying dagger. Now he could control six Flying Daggers, making his power even more formidable.
Xiao Yifeng grabbed Lan Linger’s hand and headed outside.
At that moment outside, Yan Haotian’s battle with the old monk at the Late Stage of Entering Saint Realm continued. The latter wielded a string of Superior Grade Spiritual Artifact Buddha Beads to fend off Yan Haotian’s attacks.
However, Yan Haotian’s strength had already reached the Half-Step Celestial Bings Realm, a full three levels above. Even though the old monk had profound Buddhist cultivation and held a Superior Grade Spiritual Artifact in his hand,
he was still incessantly vomiting blood from Yan Haotian’s beatings, sustaining serious injuries until he was forced to use a Forbidden Technique that sacrificed his own lifespan to boost his power, only then barely holding off Yan Haotian’s attacks. But he could not hold on for much longer.
Finally, after Yan Haotian used all his strength in a powerful attack, the old monk could no longer withstand it. His body heavily crashed to the ground, creating a deep pit, and he kept vomiting blood. His face turned deathly pale, and he could no longer move, barely clinging to life.
At that moment, Yan Haotian walked toward the old monk but took only a few steps before his expression changed drastically as he swept his gaze around fiercely.
Xiao Yifeng’s pupils also tightened as he scanned in one direction.
Under the moonlight, a middle-aged monk dressed in a kasaya, with a stern face, holding a magic wand, appeared out of nowhere without any aura.
Yet, he exuded an extremely terrifying oppressive force, an intangible pressure that made it difficult to breathe.
This was a Celestial Being at the pinnacle of the Martial Dao Realm.
Seeing the middle-aged monk, the severely injured old monk barely opened his lips, letting out a feeble voice.
"Whoever harms my Vajra Temple’s people, die!"
The stern-faced middle-aged monk glanced at the old monk with cold, icy killing intent in his eyes, speaking chillingly.
As the middle-aged monk’s words fell, Yan Haotian immediately felt an immense momentum press down on him, causing his internal energy to boil and spit out a mouthful of fresh blood, his face turning deathly pale.
Seeing this, Xiao Yifeng’s expression changed as he called out fiercely.
Yan Haotian waved his hand casually, turning his gaze towards the middle-aged monk.
"Are you from Martial Dao Realm’s Vajra Temple?"
Yan Haotian asked soberly.
"Is there a problem?"
The middle-aged monk replied coldly, his voice harsh.
"This matter began with your temple’s people in the wrong first, kidnapping the young lady of the Lan Family from Yanjing."
Yan Haotian stated matter-of-factly.
"So what if it did? Since when does my Vajra Temple need your permission to abduct someone?"
The middle-aged monk scoffed, an expression of disdain flashing in his eyes.
"Is that so? Since when has your Vajra Temple become so arrogant!"
A majestic and ancient voice exploded out of thin air as an overwhelming oppressive force, like a mountain tsunami, swept over everything.
With the terrifying oppressive force descending, everyone present felt their breaths stop, and their blood seemed as if it would freeze in place.
The middle-aged monk, who was a protector of Mingwang Temple, suddenly changed his expression. His pupils contracted, and a grave light flashed through his eyes as he scanned the crowd.
A group of people appeared in their midst, led by Lan Xuande in a blue robe. The dreadful aura of oppression had erupted from him, with Lan He and a host of Lan Family experts following close behind.
"Grandfather, Father!"
Seeing Lan Xuande and the others appear, Lan Linger hurriedly called out.
Both Lan Xuande and Lan He’s gazes swept towards Lan Linger. Upon seeing that she was unharmed, their expressions briefly relaxed.
"Are you people from the Lan Family?"
The middle-aged monk’s gaze moved towards Lan Xuande.
"Hmph, your Mingwang Temple claims to be one of the Martial Dao Realm’s Three Great Buddhist Sects, yet you stoop to such despicable acts as kidnapping women. You’re simply bringing shame to the followers of Buddha Dao,"
Lan Xuande spoke coldly, his eyes flickering with intense anger.
"I do not need to explain the actions of Mingwang Temple to you!"
The middle-aged monk snorted coldly, a fierce glint flashing in his eyes.
"I may overlook others, but you crossed the line by laying a finger on my granddaughter!"
With a stern shout, Lan Xuande burst towards the middle-aged monk, an overwhelming presence erupting as a Heaven-Lifting Palm Imprint thundered towards his opponent.
The monk’s face darkened as he swung his magic wand, a burst of Buddhist power erupted to counter Lan Xuande’s attack.
The clash of the two forces unleashed a terrifying wave of energy that dissipated completely within a dozen meters of the combatants.
Both individuals were peerless powerhouses in the Celestial Beings Realm and stood at the pinnacle of the Martial Arts World. Their battle was indeed horrific.
At this time, Lan He came over to Lan Linger and Xiao Yifeng.
"Ling’er, are you alright? Are you hurt?"
Lan He asked with a look of concern.
"I’m fine, all thanks to this... Mr. Xiao for saving me."
Lan Linger shook her head, her gaze turning towards Xiao Yifeng, "My name is Lan Linger; may I know yours?"
"My name is Xiao Yifeng,"
Xiao Yi Feng said indifferently.
"Thank you, Mr. Xiao, for saving me!"
Lan Linger spoke with a grateful expression.
"There’s no need for thanks,"
Xiao Yifeng shook his head.
Upon hearing Xiao Yifeng’s name, Lan He’s eyes flashed with understanding, "You’re the one who killed Wu Fei?"
Xiao Yifeng nodded his head.
"I’ve heard of your feats before, but I never imagined meeting you today,"
"Little Feng, he has now joined us as a member of the Dragon Soul Purple Dragon Guard,"
Yan Haotian came over and said.
"I see. It’s a fortunate occasion for your Dragon Soul to have such a young member with great talent join,"
Lan He exclaimed with a smile.