The people of the Blood Oath Sect all burst out laughing around them, obviously laughing at how stupid and ridiculous Ling Zhenfei was.
It wasn't just Ling Zhenfei—no matter who ran into this kind of situation, they would definitely be thrown into chaos, because this was simply too terrifying.
Ling Zhenfei's heart was a mess, but in his head he kept thinking about what to do.
Ling Zhenfei suddenly figured something out: right now he had to attack the Blood Son himself, not these Bloody Evil manifestations.
These Bloody Evil things were too bizarre; there was pretty much nothing he could do about them.
With that thought, Ling Zhenfei first used his Soul Passage and locked his target onto the Blood Son.
Then Northern Spiritual Energy gathered on his left-hand Sky Piercing Finger.
At this moment he suddenly used the Power of Spiritual Qi to launch a fierce assault on the Blood Son's soul.
He poured his strongest power of the soul into the attack; meanwhile, the Blood Son was happily directing his Bloody Evil, feeling certain that victory was his.
In just a little while, his Bloody Evil would turn Ling Zhenfei into a puddle of pus and blood—but just then he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his head, as if someone had stabbed a long needle straight into his skull.
"Ah!"
The Blood Son let out a soft cry, and at that moment Ling Zhenfei's left hand jabbed straight toward him.
That finger carried extremely powerful Northern Spiritual Energy, piercing right through the blockade wall formed by the Bloody Evil and charging at the Blood Son.
The Blood Son had just snapped out of the pain when he suddenly felt a surge of Northern Spiritual Energy stabbing toward him.
He hurriedly used his Folding Fan to block.
With a flick, the Folding Fan unleashed a surge of Northern Spiritual Energy that met the Sky Piercing Finger head-on.
Bang!
The powerful Northern Spiritual Energy slammed into the Blood Son and sent him staggering back several steps.
Ling Zhenfei was overjoyed, knowing that what he was doing was correct; he slashed open the Blood Shura Wall with one stroke and charged straight at the Blood Son.
The Blood Son was clearly enraged by that Sky Piercing Finger just now and shouted angrily at Ling Zhenfei, "Fine, I'll let you see how fearsome I am!"
He snapped open his Folding Fan and swept its surface across his own hand.
Fresh blood spurted out and instantly transformed into countless Bloody Evil manifestations, rushing straight at Ling Zhenfei.
The moment these Bloody Evil appeared, they blotted out the sky and sun, forming a sharp contrast with the Bloody Evil behind Ling Zhenfei.
The Blood Son roared, "Go die for me!"
Two powerful Blood Evil Walls, one in front and one behind, squeezed toward Ling Zhenfei from both sides.
If Ling Zhenfei were caught between those two Blood Evil Walls, he would probably be reduced to ashes without having to do anything at all. Ling Zhenfei was extremely shocked, but figuring out how to break this became a thorny problem.
His mind spun at high speed, and he suddenly thought of something: these Bloody Evil could not be blocked by Northern Spiritual Energy—so could his power of the soul block them?
With that thought, Ling Zhenfei immediately used the power of his soul to form a Soul Barrier in front of and behind himself.
The Soul Barrier instantly blocked all those Bloody Evil manifestations.
But after the Soul Barrier blocked the Bloody Evil, it was obvious that these Bloody Evil had never encountered anything like this before.
Stopped by the Soul Barrier, they began gnawing at this power of the soul.
However, this power of the soul was completely different from Northern Spiritual Energy, so it wasn't that easy to bite through.
Ling Zhenfei was ecstatic—so the weak spot of this Bloody Evil was here.
Strictly speaking, it couldn't even be called a weak spot, because most people didn't cultivate the power of the soul.
These Bloody Evil did not fear souls or flames, but they had never encountered this kind of power of the soul.
Just like how Ling Zhenfei didn't know the weak point of the Bloody Evil, when you encounter something new you naturally need to study it for a while before you find its weakness.
But how could Ling Zhenfei possibly give the Bloody Evil time to study his power of the soul?
Ling Zhenfei wrapped his entire body in his power of the soul, then sent a slash of Northern Spiritual Energy toward those Bloody Evil Walls.
Once the Blood Shura Wall was cut open by Northern Spiritual Energy, before it could re-knit the seal, Ling Zhenfei blocked it again with his power of the soul.
After two strikes, Ling Zhenfei broke through the Blood Evil Wall.
The Blood Son had originally thought Ling Zhenfei was doomed for sure this time; under his Bloody Evil Technique, no one had ever held out.
Even Du E, one of the Four Young Masters, had chosen to ally with the Blood Oath Sect after witnessing the Blood Son's Bloody Evil Technique.
So the Blood Son was naturally extremely confident, but right then he suddenly sensed a rush of Northern Spiritual Energy surging toward him.
Ling Zhenfei burst through the Blood Evil Wall and appeared right in front of him, the Tang sword in his hand brimming with tremendous Northern Spiritual Energy.
The Blood Son was greatly shocked; he hurriedly waved his Folding Fan, which was now wrapped in powerful Northern Spiritual Energy and a scarlet surge of Bloody Evil, and struck it toward Ling Zhenfei.
With his body wrapped in the power of the soul, Ling Zhenfei had no fear of the Bloody Evil riding on that Northern Spiritual Energy, so he didn't dodge at all and sent a blast of Northern Spiritual Energy straight at the Blood Son.
Bang!
When the Northern Spiritual Energies collided, the Blood Son was blasted back several steps by Ling Zhenfei's strike, but Ling Zhenfei had no intention of ending things so easily.
The Tang Horizontal Saber in his hand swung again.
The Sky-Splitting Ten Blades, charged with powerful Northern Spiritual Energy, slashed toward the Blood Son.
The Blood Son's eyes practically turned green; he had no idea what was going on. His Bloody Evil Technique, which had never failed before, was suddenly in this state?
Seeing Ling Zhenfei slash another blade at him, he once again waved his Folding Fan; the blood on his hand merged with the fan, unleashing a bright crimson Bloody Evil strike.
Even now he still had full confidence in his Bloody Evil, hoping to use its intimidation to make Ling Zhenfei stop.
But of course he didn't know that his Bloody Evil no longer had any effect on Ling Zhenfei.
Bang!
When the Northern Spiritual Energies clashed, the Blood Son was sent flying, spurting blood in midair.
Everyone was stunned; they hadn't expected a battle that looked like a sure win to end up like this.
The Bloody Evil in the air, losing the Blood Son's control, instantly fell to the ground, dyeing it blood-red.
Ling Zhenfei naturally wouldn't stop there, so he charged straight at the Blood Son.
Now that the Blood Son was injured, wasn't he just at Ling Zhenfei's mercy?
Everyone around had originally thought the Blood Son's victory was guaranteed, so none of them had made any preparations; by the time they reacted, Ling Zhenfei was already charging at the Blood Son.
Ling Zhenfei's blade slashed toward the Blood Son, aiming to kill him outright.
Just then, a Longsword flew in.
The Longsword, brimming with powerful Northern Spiritual Energy, directly blocked Ling Zhenfei's slash.
At first, Ling Zhenfei thought this was someone from the Blood Oath Sect coming to save the Blood Son.
But then he suddenly heard a voice: "Brother Ling, stay your hand."
Ling Zhenfei pulled back his blade and didn't press the attack. He turned toward the source of the voice and saw who it was.
The speaker was none other than Du E.
Ling Zhenfei actually held Du E in fairly high regard, but after coming to the Foreign Land, Du E had gotten mixed up with the Blood Son. Last time, when Ling Zhenfei fought a huge battle with the Blood Son at the gates of the South Sea Divine Palace, Du E hadn't shown any stance at all.