Chapter 839 - 839 839 Yin Yang Tian Soul

Chapter 839: Chapter 839: Yin Yang Tian Soul Chapter 839: Chapter 839: Yin Yang Tian Soul The dark demonic panther suffered a crushing defeat, sustaining serious injuries, and Feng Wuchen and his party lost their protection.

The Fate Oracle, being a strong practitioner of the Divinity Transformation Realm, found dealing with Feng Wuchen and his group much easier than squashing an ant.

Therefore, no matter what tricks Feng Wuchen tried, the Fate Oracle was absolutely confident he could seize the Primordial Ancient power before them.

“Three-eyed Demon Monkey! Won’t you make a move? Do you want to watch your brother get killed?” Liu Qingyang roared furiously through his telepathic message.

“I can’t defeat him either! Wouldn’t I just die by his hand if I acted?” The Three-eyed Demon Monkey retorted angrily through telepathy, his volatile temper would have made him confront the Fate Oracle long ago if it weren’t for being sealed within Liu Qingyang’s body.

“Feng Wuchen, no matter what tricks you pull, I can take you down before you succeed, don’t believe me? You can try!” the Fate Oracle scoffed derisively, possessing overwhelming strength, he did not take Feng Wuchen seriously at all.

The Fate Oracle was so powerful that Feng Wuchen and his companions were rendered helpless.

In the midst of speaking, the Fate Oracle was about to unleash the terrifying power in his palm on the dark demonic panther.

“Stop!” Just then, a crisp and extremely familiar voice drifted over to them.

“Xiao Xiao!” Upon hearing this voice, Feng Wuchen and the others underwent a drastic change in expression.

“It’s Xiao Xiao’s voice!” Miao Qingqing exclaimed, her beautiful eyes quickly shifting towards the source of the voice in the high sky.

“That’s right! It’s Xiao Xiao’s voice!” Liu Qingyang said excitedly.

The familiar voice brought a warm current that flowed through Feng Wuchen’s entire body, instantly triggering the deep longing in his heart, and the images that surfaced in his mind were all of Ling Xiaoxiao’s sweet smile.

“The Saintess of the Ancient Rakshasa Clan,” muttered the Fate Oracle, frowning slightly, as the force concentrated in his palm dissipated.

“How could she appear at this time?” the Lesser Oracle slowly opened his eyes.

Above them, in the twisted space of the void, a graceful figure stepped into view.

The person was none other than Ling Xiaoxiao, the Saintess of the Ancient Rakshasa Clan who had been away for a long time!

“Xiao Xiao!” Upon seeing the familiar face, that beautiful and ravishing countenance, Feng Wuchen was moved.

The moment he saw Ling Xiaoxiao, Feng Wuchen realized just how much he had been missing her in the depths of his heart.

“She reached the Fifth Layer of the Tianji Realm!” Liu Qingyang gasped in shock.

“Xiao Xiao has actually broken through to the Fifth Layer of the Tianji Realm!” Ye Tianwei and the others were all startled, their eyes widening.

They had not seen wrong; the aura radiating from Ling Xiaoxiao indeed belonged to the Fifth Layer of the Tianji Realm.

“Brother Feng!” Ling Xiaoxiao gleamed joyously as she appeared, her face adorned with a sweet smile as if she longed to throw herself into Feng Wuchen’s arms.

During her time away, how could Ling Xiaoxiao not have missed Feng Wuchen?

“Xiao Xiao!” Feng Wuchen proactively embraced Ling Xiaoxiao, as if he feared that letting go would mean her slipping away.

The sudden embrace caught Ling Xiaoxiao off guard, her face a picture of astonishment.

But her heart was filled with great joy.

“Saintess of the Ancient Rakshasa Clan, considering the face of the Rakshasa tribe, I can spare Feng Wuchen’s life, but I must take the Primordial Ancient power, this is the greatest concession I can offer,” the Fate Oracle spoke up with furrowed brows, not daring to act rashly against someone of Ling Xiaoxiao’s esteemed status.

Upon hearing his words, Ling Xiaoxiao stepped away from Feng Wuchen’s embrace, her piercing gaze turning towards the Fate Oracle as she said, “You take that up with my father. I will count to three, and if you don’t scram by then, don’t blame me for being ruthless.”

“You!” The Fate Oracle was furiously enraged, his face contorting in an instant, yet he dared not mistreat Ling Xiaoxiao.

Ling Xiaoxiao had a terrifying background, and coupled with other reasons, it made the Great Commander dread her deeply.

But the Great Commander hadn’t expected Ling Xiaoxiao to show him such disrespect, completely disregarding his authority, which infuriated him to the point of explosion.

“What? You want to make a move against me?” Ling Xiaoxiao asked coldly, her words were not only assertive but also carried a hint of threat.

The Great Commander clenched his teeth and fists tightly, his eyes filled with fierce murderous intent, looking as if he could no longer bear it.

“Great Commander, do not be incensed,” the Lesser Commander advised. “The Ancient Rakshasa Clan is not what it used to be, we should not provoke them for now, especially since…”

Before the Lesser Commander could finish, the Great Commander interrupted, “So what? When have the Yin Yang Aristocratic Family ever been afraid of them?”

“If you’re not afraid, then go ahead and try,” Ling Xiaoxiao responded with an air of confidence, effectively suppressing the Great Commander’s intimidating presence.

“You!” The Great Commander was driven to madness, seething with rage.

“Great Commander, you’ve got some nerve. Do you take my words for the whistling of the wind?” Just at that moment, from the emptiness above, a voice so cold and authoritative resounded.

“Young Master!” The Lesser Commander’s face drastically changed, and he immediately knelt down on one knee.

The Great Commander shuddered viciously, terror quickly spread across his face, and breaking into a cold sweat, he knelt on one knee, saying, “Your subordinate dares not!”

Feng Wuchen and the others frowned simultaneously, all their gazes turned towards the sky.

“Brother Feng, this person is terrifying,” Liu Qingyang exclaimed in horror, as the mere sound of the voice was chilling.

“The Young Master of the Yin Yang Aristocratic Family?” Ye Tianwei frowned and said, “To think that he would frighten the Great Commander to such an extent.”

“Although I can’t sense any aura from him, his voice alone instills fear. His strength must be extremely fearsome,” Yi Tianqing said, his voice trembling slightly.

Indeed, his voice alone was enough to induce fear, highlighting just how terrifying the Young Master of the Yin Yang Aristocratic Family was.

“Do you really dare not?” The cold and oppressive voice came again.

As the voice spoke, a figure appeared silently in the sky above, without causing even the slightest ripple in the air, as if he had been there all along.

The person was none other than the Young Master of the Yin Yang Aristocratic Family—Yin Yang Tian!

Yin Yang Tian was dressed in sumptuous white brocade, radiating nobility, with handsome features that bore a somewhat scholar-like coldness.

Yin Yang Tian had an icy complexion, giving off an aura that kept others at a great distance.

Feng Wuchen and his companions were sizing up Yin Yang Tian; it was their first time seeing the Young Master of the Yin Yang Aristocratic Family.

“One can’t see his cultivation level, but it feels very frightening,” Zhang Junlan whispered.

“He’s well concealed; we can’t detect any energy fluctuations at all. Can you tell, Brother Feng?” Liu Qingyang asked with a frown, turning his gaze to Feng Wuchen.

“Third Layer of the Divinity Transformation Realm,” Feng Wuchen casually said.

“What? The Third Layer of the Divinity Transformation Realm?” Feng Wuchen’s response left Liu Qingyang and the rest dumbfounded, with a look of disbelief.

“He is indeed at the Third Layer of the Divinity Transformation Realm, his strength is formidable. He is known as the mightiest prodigy of the Mainland, a rare talent in a millennium. Neither the Dragon Clan nor the Phoenix Demon Race nor any other major power’s talents can compare to him,” Ling Xiaoxiao confirmed.

“That strong?” Liu Qingyang and the others were shocked once more.

With the arrival of Yin Yang Tian, the Great Commander and the Lesser Commander were so scared that they didn’t dare make a sound, trembling all over.

“Xiaoxiao, I’m sorry that two foolish subordinates have displeased you.” Yin Yang Tian’s gaze shifted away from Feng Wuchen and onto Ling Xiaoxiao, speaking kindly to her with the grace of a gentleman.