"The Four-Eyed Demonic Vine Astral Soul is an extremely rare type of Astral Soul. It's rumored that not only can it allow the user to control the power of nature, the four eyes of the Four-Eyed Demonic Vine Astral Soul would also be able to reduce the speed of his opponent by a few times, making him almost invincible."
The few of them whispered amongst themselves, feeling extremely envious of He Yunfeng's Astral Souls.
"Young Master He, I support you. No one is allowed to help Zhou Yang in tonight's battle." After Zhou Shaoyu said that, he took a step forward and looked around with a sharp gaze.
"Me too."
Murong Zhenjie followed closely behind and stood in front of Tang Yuewu. The only thing he had to do was to prevent Tang Yuewu from attacking.
Although Tang Yuewu was anxious, she knew that she couldn't help Zhou Yang under Murong Zhenjie's suppression. Worried, she quietly left the courtyard and rushed to Xiao Lin's residence.
"Alright, with Brother Zhou and Brother Murong supporting me today, I will definitely kill this kid."
After releasing his Astral Souls, He Yunfeng's confidence was greatly boosted, and his eyes were filled with excitement.
Tonight, he was going to kill Zhou Yang, who had humiliated him several times, and then take Xiao He as his own.
Tonight was the night he would make a name for himself.
"Demonic Vine, kill!"
With a roar, He Yunfeng's right hand turned into four black vines.
Immediately after, the four black vines shot towards Zhou Yang like tentacles. When they arrived in front of Zhou Yang, they suddenly separated, attempting to bind Zhou Yang.
"Cloud Ladder!"
Leaping up, Zhou Yang's body instantly reached a height of thirty feet.
However, the vines also followed closely behind. At this moment, they had already split into dozens of vines, and each of them had sharp thorns.
Whoosh!
Zhou Yang's body flew out rapidly, and his fist brought along a tearing hurricane as it charged towards He Yunfeng.
The speed of this attack had already reached his limit. He believed that He Yunfeng would definitely die after this move.
A trace of disdain flashed across He Yunfeng's mouth. Just as Zhou Yang's fist was about to arrive, he suddenly tilted his body and very cleverly dodged Zhou Yang's attack. At the same time, he controlled the vines to fly towards Zhou Yang.
Zhou Yang's heart was filled with astonishment, yet he didn't slow down his actions. The 4-eyed Astral Soul was a high-grade Earthly Fiend Astral Soul, and after fusing with it, the power of the vines would definitely not be weak.
He had to kill He Yunfeng before the vines caught up to him, otherwise, he would be entangled by the vines.
But He Yunfeng seemed to have long since anticipated the next dozen attacks and dodged them one by one, causing him to be extremely surprised.
"Zhou Yang, your time has come."
He Yunfeng let out a carefree laugh, as the four eyes on the back of his Astral Soul suddenly emitted a faint glow. Zhou Yang only felt a wave of dizziness wash over him, as his body stiffened slightly.
In an instant, more than a dozen vines bound him tightly in the air.
"Hahaha … Zhou Yang, do you think that you are very strong? I just feel that it is beneath me to fight you. If we really fight, you are no match for me."
He Yunfeng was incomparably excited. He had been dreaming of killing Zhou Yang in front of everyone to prove his strength. However, Zhou Yang's performance was too shocking, and it made him feel apprehensive.
But now, he was finally going to get what he wanted.
"There's no need to wait, young master He. Just kill him. Such an arrogant person doesn't deserve to live in this world," Zhou Shaoyu said with a smile.
"Haha … Brother Zhou, you don't have to worry. With just a thought, the thorns on the vines will pierce through his body. At that time, his blood will slowly flow out and he will die in pain."
As He Yunfeng spoke, he moved the vines. Then, the thorns on the vines began to shoot towards Zhou Yang's body.
"Stop!"
At this moment, Xiao Lin's voice rang out. Under Tang Yuewu's lead, Xiao Lin rushed over.
"General Xiao, what is the meaning of this?" Zhou Shaoyu frowned.
"He Yunfeng, you and Zhou Yang were just fighting because of pride. There is no need to kill. Quickly put Zhou Yang down," Xiao Lin said anxiously.
"What a joke, he wanted to kill me just now."
"Hmph, He Yunfeng, you are disobeying military orders. I have the right to punish you," Xiao Lin said angrily.
"General Xiao, you are wrong."
An indifferent voice rang out from outside the crowd. Everyone turned to look, only to see a middle-aged man dressed in luxurious clothes. He gave off a feeling of authority without being angry.
"Father …" He Yunfeng was instantly overjoyed.
"So it is City Lord He."
The person who came was the father of the City Lord of Border City, He Lanshan.
"General Xiao, this is my City Lord's Mansion, not a military camp. Moreover, I have been watching the matter between my son and Zhou Yang. This battle was agreed upon by both sides, and there is Young Master Zhou and Young Master Murong as witnesses. How can we disobey your military orders?" He Lanshan said coldly.
"That's right, this is a fair battle. Brother Murong and I will be the witnesses. Before this, we also promised that we would stop anyone who dares to interfere. Even if General Xiao is powerful and has a high status, we can only keep our promise and offend you," Zhou Shaoyu said loudly.
Xiao Lin glanced at the few people, then looked at Zhou Yang and said, "Zhou Yang, you are indeed rash in this matter. If you have any problems, you can tell me. You actually fought in private. How about this, apologize to Young Master He, and this matter will be over."
"Apologize? I don't agree. Unless … unless you kneel on the ground and kowtow to apologize, and offer his maidservant as compensation, I will not compromise on this matter," He Yunfeng said.
"This …" Xiao Lin looked at Zhou Yang with some difficulty. Under He Lanshan's authority, this was all he could do.
Zhou Yang laughed, and his laugh was very unruly. "Apologize? I, Zhou Yang, never apologize to trash. "
Trash!
The expression on He Yunfeng's face was immediately replaced by anger.
"Zhou Yang, you are courting death. I want you to die in agony."
As soon as he finished speaking, He Yunfeng attacked again. The terrifying thorns on the vines pierced toward Zhou Yang.
However, the next moment, a powerful fighting spirit filled the entire place. The appearance of this fighting spirit made everyone involuntarily feel fear. Their ears were also echoing with the soul-stirring sound of war drums. The small courtyard seemed to have turned into a battlefield filled with corpses.
The corners of He Yunfeng's mouth twitched, and he instinctively took a step back. At the same time, Zhou Yang's body froze. The vines that had tightly bound him immediately exploded and danced in the air.
The first level of Fearless Fighting Spirit doubled his combat strength.
His speed, cultivation, and strength increased at the same time. This allowed his strength to reach a level where Zhou Shaoyu and Murong Zhenjie could not help but take a step back.
"What martial arts technique is this? It's so terrifying!" Murong Zhenjie said in shock. He could clearly feel that Zhou Yang's cultivation had increased by four levels in an instant, reaching the eighth level of the Martian Realm.
"I understand, I understand. This is the Zhou Clan's secret ancestral technique. I must get it back. I must get it back." Zhou Shaoyu clenched his fists tightly, and his eyes were filled with intense desire.
Swoosh!
Zhou Yang, who had broken free from the vines, slapped his palm toward He Yunfeng at twice the speed.
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