The power of a Nascent Soul can exert pressure on lower-level opponents.

Lower the opponent's mental alertness and create an overwhelming sense of panic.

In reality, however, in battles between equals, it's extremely rare to use divine sense or soul probing.

This is because when magical power erupts and spiritual energy becomes chaotic, if the released divine soul power is caught in the turbulent spiritual energy storm, it will also affect the individual.

The most basic symptom is an unbearable headache.

Even more serious cases, like Cheng Tianyang's, result in permanent damage and no hope of advancement.

Ye Feng's Divine Thrust, though its divine sense was condensed into a tangible form, minimized the impact.

However, at the moment it pierces into the enemy's sea of ​​consciousness, it will also encounter extremely strong resistance.

The last time I hit the old turtle, it caused a headache that felt like it was being pricked with needles.

Fortunately, it didn't last long, and he recovered quickly.

Even so, that moment still caused him to lose his way.

Mental stabs are still more advantageous when facing opponents of the same level. Even if he is in the early stage of the Nascent Soul realm, it's still better to face opponents in the later stage, because the essence of the soul is equal.

Sea beasts that cannot transform into human form mostly act on instinct, and their spiritual power is also weak.

Ye Feng is now facing a Nascent Soul level cultivator whose spiritual power is stronger than his.

but,

I'm now at the tenth level of the Golden Core stage!

It's not the early stage of the Golden Core realm anymore!!

The invisible, intangible needles of divine sense pierced through the gaps in the defenses and passed through the sword formation.

A series of sword beams flashed past, and even a mere graze caused Ye Feng to feel a sharp pain in his brain.

The half-foot-long needle was only two inches away from the other person when it reached them.

It's just these two inches.

It burrowed into the other person's head as if it were nothing...

Ye Feng could clearly see the fear in the other person's eyes, followed by confusion.

The sword formation also paused at that instant.

A tiny figure radiating white light burst from the abdomen, attempting to control the flying sword.

"Sword Control Technique!!"

Ye Feng, enduring his headache, used his magic technique.

In an instant, all illusions merged into one, and with his strike, five longsword clones flew out.

The terrified expression on the face of the Nascent Soul before him froze.

The flying sword swept past, and the nascent soul instantly transformed into pure energy and vanished.

The remaining four, like arrows released from a bow, pierced straight ahead thousands of meters away...

"Bang!"

A vortex of spiritual energy unfolded in the sky.

Then, drops of magical rain began to fall.

The nascent soul has perished, and heaven and earth grieve together!

Of course, it could also be a reward from heaven and earth.

However, the lower-level cultivators below are blocked by the great formation and cannot enjoy it.

"You brat!"

Sword Spirit roared, unleashing hundreds of sword beams from afar.

Qianhuan was not to be outdone, and also conjured a hundred paths.

Ye Feng was suffering from an unbearable headache and could not fully control himself. He was eventually hit by several swords and fell downwards.

The light shield, as if it were a physical object, was struck by his body, creating ripples.

"I was going to spare your life, but it seems you're determined to die, so I'll grant your wish!"

Sword Spirit's longsword instantly condensed to a hundred feet in size and thrust straight towards Ye Feng.

"It's too late! Old Braden!!"

Ye Feng smiled and made a middle finger salute with his free left hand.

Before the sword light struck, he had already "sunk" into the formation.

This was the weakest point in the formation that he found after running around the area.

During the battle, under his "guidance," their attacks completed the preliminary steps to break through the formation.

Finally, he landed safely at the designated landing point and successfully "fused with the array" to leave!

However, the final sword technique of the Sword Spirit Child was extremely powerful, and it struck the very spot where Ye Feng had just broken the formation.

The sword light broke through the formation and struck Ye Feng.

Its originally light and graceful downward trajectory suddenly became like a meteorite crashing down, sending up a cloud of dust that rose into the sky above the unprotected slums below.

Inside the formation, the crowd of onlookers immediately flew over to investigate.

Those who rushed to the front, besides the Heavenly Sword Sect and other familiar sects, were Yang Xueling.

Despite their repeated searches, they still couldn't find a single person.

Outside the formation, Jian Lingzi's face was grim, but he could do nothing about the fully restored formation.

On the other side, their nascent souls were severed, and two more vortexes of dissipating spiritual energy burst forth.

The other two reacted faster and quickly escaped.

Fortunately, he retrieved his flying sword when Ye Feng entered the formation, otherwise he would have been in serious trouble...

Among the searching crowd, Yang Xueling, whom no one recognized, stood out conspicuously.

It was a woman again, and she looked anxious.

"Which faction are you from? I've never seen you before."

"Who the hell are you? I've never even seen you before!"

Upon hearing this, the cultivators from the opposing sect immediately surrounded her, glaring at her with hostility.

Yang Xueling clenched her fists, her gaze sweeping across the opposite side with a scrutinizing look.

One early-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, one mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, and eight Golden Core cultivators!

I can take it out on you guys...

This kid Ye doesn't even reply to my telepathic messages; I wonder if he's dead or not.

At this moment, she really didn't know how to go back to see her daughter, and she was so frustrated that she just wanted to hit someone!

The aura of a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator suddenly erupted, and his figure pounced on the crowd like a fierce tiger.

His longsword swept horizontally, but was blocked by his opponent. However, he was caught off guard by her left-hand punch.

"Bang!"

This mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator was instantly launched into the distance like a cannonball.

Several sharp swords struck Yang Xueling, making clanging sounds, but they had absolutely no effect.

The middle-aged woman, in the form of Yang Xueling, turned her gaze with a ferocious expression as she looked behind her.

"It's your turn!!"

That expression was even more terrifying than Rong Momo's.

Before Ye Feng could even send a telepathic message, he was kicked away...

The cultivators of the Heavenly Sword Sect frowned as they watched this scene unfold.

The person hasn't been found yet, and chaos has already broken out here.

But seeing the middle-aged woman's reaction, the group exchanged surprised glances.

Hunyuan Golden Body!

As members of the same superior sect, the different cultivation methods of each school are quite easy to distinguish.

But Yang Xueling doesn't care anymore.

Hey whoever!

Anyway, in this state, I don't recognize anyone, so I'll just deny it to the death.

Yang Xueling chased after people like a rabbit, hitting them relentlessly.

She only calmed down a little after the group that had surrounded her had all run away.

However, she acted with great restraint and did not cause any deaths.

Just as she was hesitating about what to do,

Ye Feng's voice transmission came over.

"Mother-in-law... please go back first. I'm tired from fighting, so I'm going to grab a bite to eat. I'll be right back!"

"You! You're not dead? Are you badly injured?"

Yang Xueling was overjoyed. She glanced around and left as if nothing had happened.

Ye Feng remained silent.

It wasn't serious to begin with, just a minor penetrating wound.

As a result, Yang Xueling not only kicked him, but also chased after him and punched him again.

He was worried that if his telepathic communication was discovered, he would have no choice but to endure it.

He even lay on the ground, indicating that he was convinced of his defeat.

Yang Xueling grinned, glaring fiercely at herself...

Coupled with his transformed appearance, Ye Feng couldn't help but shiver.