"Boom——!!"

Amidst an earth-shattering explosion, accompanied by purple lightning bursting forth, a scorching shockwave spread out.

Trees collapsed, red leaves fluttered, and within the swirling dust, the air was filled with the scent of burning foliage.

"Ah!"

The explosion faded, but piercing screams suddenly rent the air.

"Starting off with a self-detonation, truly insane!"

Ye Xing considered his combat style violent enough—back in the Glory Alliance, some fans often advised him to tone down the gore during battles.

But compared to Lin Feng, he realized he was nothing.

This special combat method, Lin Feng had used it in the National College Glory League, and not just once.

Even though it wasn’t the first time seeing this fighting style, Ye Xing was still stunned.

Simply inhuman!

This self-destructive attack method—besides Lin Feng, there was probably no one else.

An explosive attack style was rare enough; rarer still was someone as crazy as Lin Feng.

Even if someone else was just as crazy, they wouldn’t have the power.

Although the scene was bloody, the effect was undoubtedly excellent.

"Stand soul skill and self-detonation seem to be a good match!" Ye Xing thought to himself while looking at the sky.

At this moment, Lin Feng was flapping his wings, hovering in the air.

He was simultaneously operating the "Fish Dragon Transformation" and "Blood Cry" cultivation techniques, transforming into a small giant covered in dragon scales. Even so, he was riddled with wounds, half of his dragon scales charred, with some on his chest completely shedding, exposing red flesh, looking exceptionally tragic.

But compared to Lin Feng, those who fell to the ground were truly pathetic.

A pair of eyes gazed at the chaotic ruins stained with blood and piled with branches and trunks.

On the ruins, severed limbs lay scattered.

In the earlier explosion, seven people—four who were close to Lin Feng were directly blown to bits, leaving no body intact. The remaining three were further away, their bodies charred, clinging to life but only able to wail in anguish, worse than death.

A suicidal explosion directly eliminated seven people, adding the one replaced by a Stand, a total of eight.

Lin Feng’s attack suddenly reversed the situation.

"Damn it!"

The seven wearing white masks looked at the scene, involuntarily stepping back. Even though they were accustomed to bloodshed, often hovering on the brink of life and death, they couldn’t help but be a little afraid.

Everything happened too suddenly.

In an instant, six of their eight allies died, with the remaining two crippled.

No one expected Lin Feng to suddenly act, much less start with self-detonation!

Too ruthless!

Not only towards the enemy, but also towards himself!

"What a divine level soul skill," someone said softly, looking at Lin Feng, with a hint of envy in their tone.

Any Demon Spirit containing a divine level soul skill starts at billions, and such Demon Spirits are not allowed to be sold—even with money, they’re unattainable.

Even if owned, absorbing them is extremely difficult.

Yet Lin Feng owned two divine level soul skills, provoking envy, jealousy, and hate.

They all knew Lin Feng had the Stand soul skill, but even so, given their strength gap, they should have been able to defend against it.

But evidently, that was not the case.

The seven looked at Lin Feng flapping his wings in the air. Although heavily injured, blood dripping down his legs, his expression remained impassive, his gaze cold.

After the explosion, a green mushroom appeared above Lin Feng’s head, enveloping it like wearing a green hat, subtly swaying, emitting green light, rapidly healing Lin Feng’s wounds.

"Retreat first!"

Lin Feng shouted, just as they prepared to withdraw, a group of masked figures appeared around them, but as they saw the ruins, a trace of astonishment flashed in their eyes.

"What happened?"

Someone asked angrily, their voice filled with disbelief and rage.

In an instant, they lost eight people, yet Lin Feng’s team besides him remained unharmed.

"Lin Feng used a Stand soul skill, suicidal explosion," someone answered succinctly.

"27!"

As these people appeared, Lin Feng’s eyes flickered as he flapped his wings, swooping down to join his team.

He was heavily injured and needed to recover.

"Kill!"

A man suddenly roared fiercely, leading the charge towards Lin Feng’s team. At the same time, behind him, beams of sword light pierced the sky, aiming at Lin Feng’s team, covering them with Sword Qi.

Despite being shocked by Lin Feng’s suicidal explosion and the Stand soul skill’s effect, having dared to hunt Lin Feng’s team, they were not about to be intimidated and give up.

"Separate them!" Lin Feng shouted.

The opponents had too many in numbers, and they couldn’t withstand large-area attacks; separating them would make them easier to handle.

"Bang!"

Yun Kai heavily stomped the ground, appearing in front of Lin Feng, delivering a punch with golden light shattering the air, crumbling the incoming sword Qi.

Clang!

The remaining sword Qi struck Yun Kai’s body, producing the sound of steel clashing, yet it failed to cause him any harm.

In the next instant, Yun Kai swung his fist towards the ground, and with a piercing swishing sound, over a hundred two-meter-long metal blades emerged simultaneously beneath the feet of the seven masked individuals.

Faced with the blade assault, the masked men had no choice but to quickly disperse; some leaped onto branches, others flapped wings ascending to the air. One unfortunate fellow, unable to avoid in time, had his legs pierced, uttering a blood-curdling scream.