Xiao Feng did not back down. Instead, he flew forward a few steps and said sincerely, "Dragon Soul, I understand the hatred in your heart. The actions of the City Lord of Moyuan are indeed unforgivable. But the people in the city are all innocent. They did not participate in the City Lord's evil deeds."
Dragon Soul narrowed his eyes and sneered, "Innocent? Ha! When my dragon tendons were pulled out and my dragon scales were ripped off, why wasn't a single so-called innocent civilian trying to stop me? They were all accomplices!"
Xiao Feng shook his head and said, "You're wrong. Among them are infants crying for milk and hardworking ordinary people. They shouldn't have to pay with their lives for the sins of the city lord alone. If you destroy this city, how are you any different from that cruel city lord?"
Xiao Feng stared intently at the trapped dragon soul before him.
He slowly raised his hands, palms facing outwards, and a powerful magical force surged from his body, enveloping the dragon soul within them.
"Come on, let's work together to untangle your knot in your heart."
Xiao Feng murmured softly, then closed his eyes.
If there's no way to persuade the Dragon Soul, this is the only option.
Sima Yan watched from the side, his brows furrowed and his face full of worry.
He couldn't help but ask, "Xiao Feng, this dragon soul is extremely malevolent. Are you sure you can handle it?"
Xiao Feng didn't open his eyes, but the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, revealing a bitter smile.
"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing. To quell the calamity brought by this dragon soul, I must give it a try."
As soon as he finished speaking, Xiao Feng suddenly opened his eyes, a sharp glint flashing in them.
He slammed his hands together, and the dragon soul was instantly compressed into a ball, which then shot into Xiao Feng's body like a streak of light.
"Aww—"
A dragon's roar resounded through the sky, and Xiao Feng's body was instantly enveloped in a layer of light blue light.
His face was contorted in pain, clearly indicating that he was enduring immense suffering.
Upon seeing this, Sima Yan quickly stepped forward, but was stopped by Xiao Feng raising his hand.
"Don't come any closer!" Xiao Feng said through gritted teeth, "I can do it!"
Xiao Feng's body trembled uncontrollably, and cold sweat poured down his forehead.
It seemed as if two forces were fiercely clashing within him: one was his own magical power, and the other was the malevolent energy of the dragon soul.
Time passed second by second, and Xiao Feng's face grew paler and paler.
Finally, with a deep dragon's roar, Xiao Feng's body trembled violently before returning to calm.
"Did you succeed?" Sima Yan asked cautiously.
Xiao Feng let out a long sigh and nodded slowly: "It's been suppressed for the time being, but it will take some time to completely dispel its malevolent energy."
Just then, their gazes turned simultaneously to the distant Mo Yuan City.
The entire city was in ruins, with houses collapsed, streets filled with rubble, and people displaced.
"This disaster has ultimately brought enormous damage to Mo Yuan City," Xiao Feng sighed, a hint of guilt flashing in his eyes.
Sima Yan patted him on the shoulder and comforted him, "You've done your best, Brother Xiao. The most important thing now is for you to rest well and recuperate."
Xiao Feng nodded, then suddenly felt a wave of weakness wash over him, almost causing him to lose his balance.
Sima Yan quickly helped him up and said, "Let's go, let's go to the city lord's mansion and rest for a few days."
Meanwhile, in the distant Huayun Sect, the Ninth Elder finally ended his seclusion.
"Welcome, Ninth Elder!" A group of disciples bowed respectfully and greeted him, their faces full of awe.
The Ninth Elder looked around and suddenly frowned, asking, "Where's Gan Feng? I don't see him."
The disciples looked at each other, and for a moment no one dared to answer.
Finally, a young disciple mustered his courage and said tremblingly, "Ninth Elder, Senior Brother Gan Feng... he hasn't returned yet."
No sooner had he finished speaking than another disciple hurriedly took out a letter from his pocket and presented it with both hands: "Ninth Elder, this is a letter sent back by Senior Brother Gan Feng."
The Ninth Elder took the letter, glanced at it briefly, and his face instantly turned ashen.
His eyes were wide open, as if they were about to spit fire, and the veins on his forehead were bulging.
He slammed the letter on the table with a loud bang, making the teacups on the table jump.
"Are you all dead? Why are you only giving me this important letter now?" the Ninth Elder roared, his voice booming throughout the hall.
The disciples were so frightened that they all lowered their heads, not daring to look the Ninth Elder in the eye.
Their bodies trembled slightly, and cold sweat slid down their foreheads.
Several young disciples were so frightened that their legs went weak and they almost knelt down.
An older disciple mustered his courage and explained tremblingly, "We...we didn't want to disturb your seclusion, and we were thinking of presenting it to you after you came out of seclusion."
Upon hearing this, the Ninth Elder's anger intensified.
He pointed at his disciples and cursed, "You bunch of fools! The contents of this letter are of great importance, yet you've ruined something important with your stupid ideas!"
His face turned bright red, and his eyes seemed to be spitting fire.
He grabbed the teacup on the table and smashed it on the ground.
With a crash, the teacup shattered into countless pieces.
The Ninth Elder paced back and forth in the hall, trembling with anger.
His sleeves moved without wind, clearly a sign of his inner energy overflowing.
The disciples were so frightened by this scene that they dared not even breathe.
It turns out that the letter mentioned that the Poison King of the Ming Cult had become a demon.
This news struck the Ninth Elder like a thunderbolt. He thought to himself, "The Poison Emperor has fallen into demonic possession! This is a matter of utter magnitude! If he is allowed to run rampant, countless innocent people will suffer. We must act swiftly!"
Thinking of this, the Ninth Elder turned to his disciples and said in a deep voice, "Go find Gan Feng immediately and tell him that I have something important to discuss with him and that he should return to the sect as soon as possible!"
The disciples, feeling as if they had been granted a pardon, immediately responded and left.
The Ninth Elder stood by the window, gazing into the distance, a trace of worry flashing in his eyes. "Gan Feng, Gan Feng, you must be safe and sound!"
He discovered this incredible secret; how could the Ming Cult possibly keep him alive?
At this time, Gan Feng was hiding in a secluded little inn, working as a waiter.
He was wearing coarse cloth clothes, with a dusty cloth wrapped around his head, and holding a worn-out broom, sweeping in the yard.
Gan Feng cautiously looked around, afraid of being recognized.
Ever since his narrow escape from death, he had been hiding in this place, fearing that he would be discovered by the Ming Cult.
Suddenly, a commotion arose from the entrance of the inn.
Gan Feng's heart tightened; he knew something was wrong.
He forced himself to remain calm and continued sweeping, but his ears were perked up, listening intently to any sounds coming from the doorway.
A group of people dressed in black filed in, led by a burly man with a scar on his face.
Gan Feng lowered his head, pretending not to see them.
Just then, Scarface's gaze suddenly fell on Gan Feng.
He squinted and carefully examined the seemingly ordinary waiter.
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