Everyone looked at the figure condensed above Mo Zhasang's head and showed shocked expressions.
For him, the battle between the heaven and the human realm is already extraordinary. To see it once in his life is a great honor.
But this Mo Zha Sang's method seemed even more bizarre and strange, as he was able to condense a soul exactly like his own.
Even Duan Tianya, who had already entered the heavenly realm, couldn't help but have a look of surprise on his face.
"This Mozasang has actually cultivated his soul to the point of manifestation. He is worthy of being the number one head-dropping master in Southeast Asia."
Duan Tianya sighed secretly, and at the same time, he was vaguely worried for Chen Feng.
Chen Feng's strength is indeed terrifying, but after all, he is too young, and his soul cultivation is obviously not as good as those old guys who have lived for dozens or hundreds of years.
Especially after Mo Zhasang performed this move, no matter how powerful Chen Feng was, he could only rely on the power of his soul to resist.
The people who were close to Chen Feng all looked worried.
However, Yu Hong, Yu Linglong, Wu Potian and Duan Yuyan are exceptions.
Looking at Mo Zhasang's state at this time, they couldn't help but think of the methods used by Chen Feng when he tried Zhai Lixin's ghost.
At that time, Zhai Lixin had deep resentment. After his death, he turned into a fierce ghost. He wanted to take revenge on Chen Feng, but was beaten to pieces by Chen Feng until he was beaten to death.
This kind of method is not something that ordinary warriors can possess, and even those in the realm of gods and humans may not have this ability.
Although Mo Zhasang's condensed soul in front of him was much stronger than Zhai Lixin's, even under the scorching sun, he could clearly condense his soul and manifest it in front of everyone.
This is something Zhai Lixin's ghost cannot do.
Also a spirit body, Zhai Lixin's ghost lost the support of his physical body and was left with only yin energy. Without yang energy, it would be difficult to survive in the sun.
But Mozasang's physical support was completely different.
As his soul body continued to condense, a powerful aura spread around him. This was the power originating from the soul and directly aimed at the human soul.
Even Duan Tianya, who was in the Heavenly Realm, felt a huge threat.
"Chen Feng!"
Mo Zhasang's condensed soul body was completely formed, like a giant, standing in mid-air, more than three meters high, looking down at Chen Feng opposite.
"I have been practicing the art of spiritual subjugation for decades, and I have fought against many people. I have even killed powerful people at the Heavenly and Human Realm level!"
Mo Zhasang stared at Chen Feng solemnly.
He has never been so flustered as he is today. Normally, even when facing a martial arts expert of the Sword Emperor's level, he would not take it seriously.
Because he knows that the power of his own cultivation is the foundation. With a strong soul, he can achieve true immortality.
As for those so-called powerful people in the Heavenly Realm, no matter how powerful they are, their souls are not strong enough, and sooner or later they will weaken and die.
But Chen Feng gave him a strong sense of crisis. Such a young and strong man was also his enemy.
There is no room for relief between the two of them.
Therefore, he must get rid of Chen Feng at all costs!
"It's not easy for you to achieve such an achievement at such a young age. It's a pity that you killed my most proud disciple. This revenge must be avenged."
"Originally, you just had a fight with Ling Wu Xuan and it took a lot of effort. I killed you because I was suspected of taking advantage of others' danger. But you uttered arrogant words and didn't feel guilty at all about killing my disciple. So neither did I.
I need to be polite to you."
"You talk a lot of nonsense."
Chen Feng frowned, picked out his ears impatiently, and then flicked it towards Mo Zha Sang.
"It's just that you can barely master the separation of souls from the body. You think you are so powerful. Being weak really limits your imagination."
"You and Ling Wuxuan are actually just the same ignorant wretches."
After Chen Feng finished speaking with compassion, a three-foot-long whip gradually formed in his hand.
Astonishingly, on the same day, Zhai Lixin was beaten to a pulp with the magic whip!
To deal with Mo Zha Sang's method, using the magic whip is actually a bit overkill. However, Chen Feng also intended to use Mo Zha Sang to establish his power and frighten the martial arts circles abroad, so that no one would dare to sneak into China and cause trouble.
From Mo Zha Sang's disciple Ji Pu to Mo Zha Sang himself, he swaggers into China to seek revenge on himself. Although it is reasonable, it is also a slight to the Chinese martial arts community.
If the Dragon Emperor, Sword Emperor and others on the Martial Arts Emperor List have a deterrent effect on these people, they may not dare to enter the Chinese territory easily.
Ling Wuxuan wanted to use Chen Feng to establish his power, and Chen Feng had the same idea, but this time there was an extra Mo Zhasang.
"You actually know how to descend the spirit?!"
When Mo Zhasang saw the divine whip emerging from Chen Feng's hand, he suddenly felt like he was facing a formidable enemy, as if if the divine whip were to attack him, he would definitely die.
Moreover, this thought was so strong that it made Mozasang very ashamed.
"Damn it, I have even used the method of gathering souls. There are definitely very few people in the Heavenly Realm who can stop me, but they are definitely not this kid in front of me."
Mozasang quickly got rid of the uneasiness in his heart, calmed down, and his soul became more and more condensed. However, his body was constantly changing, and the outside gradually condensed into the appearance of a long knife.
"Soul-killing!"
boom!
Terrifying fluctuations in soul power swept through the sky, and everyone around them felt as if a dark cloud was hanging over their hearts. The atmosphere was extremely solemn. They even held their breath, not daring to take a breath.
In the eyes of the people around him, Mo Zhasang's soul has turned into a sword.
This is a soul knife!
To cultivate the soul into a sword requires extremely strong willpower and mental strength. This soul sword is enough to directly cut off the soul of a warrior in the Heavenly Realm.
Of course, Mozasang himself also had to pay the price, which was the damage to his soul.
But if he could kill Chen Feng and get rid of this formidable enemy, Mo Zaosang would be willing to pay some price.
"This Chen Feng actually forced Master to use such a trick. Even if he dies, it will be an incomparable honor."
Several of Mozasang's disciples looked at their master with admiration.
In their opinion, Chen Feng would definitely be dead if Mozasang used this move.
"Chen Feng, die!"
Elder Jing watched with great anticipation, without blinking, for fear of missing the wonderful scene of Chen Feng being killed.
"So weak."
Seeing Mo Zaosang's arrogance, which made everyone change their colors, Chen Feng shook his head, shook his magic whip, and struck the opponent.
Bang!
Like an iron whip hitting porcelain, Mozasang, whose soul turned into a knife, was instantly wiped out of consciousness, and his soul was shattered into countless parts like broken glass, quickly dissipating in the air and disappearing without a trace in the blink of an eye.