Enslaving Yu Feng!

"You broke through again? When—?!" 

Yu Feng's face paled.

Her mind had been too tangled in failure to register it before—but now, reality hit like a guillotine.

Su Xiaobai's aura had changed.

Core Formation? Gone.

Nascent Soul.

This bastard—when the hell did he cross realms like a peasant scarfing down potatoes!? 

Su Xiaobai sneered, exuding the kind of lazy confidence that begged for a knife to the throat. She couldn't kill him now. Not alone. And not with Zhu Qing standing beside him like a personal executioner.

Zhu Qing didn't share Su Xiaobai's smugness.

She brushed Yu Feng's wrist—just a touch.

A pulse of energy surged.

Her expression shifted.

"Such a talent…" she murmured. "A waste to kill."

She wasn't talking about Su Xiaobai. 

Yu Feng's bone age was younger than his. 

And yet—Intermediate Nascent Soul Realm.