?Mobile reading – Qin Feng has never been someone who would willingly give up his woman to another. Who dares entertain such a thought? That person is his sworn enemy. Eight Zero E-book (txt02.com) Now, Han Yuxuan not only harbors such a thought, but has voiced it clearly—his intent is to eliminate him decisively. Qin Feng flicked his hand, and instantly a bolt of lightning surged across the sky, rushing swiftly toward Han Yuxuan’s head. Yet Han seemed utterly unresponsive, making no attempt to dodge. Crack… The lightning exploded at half a meter above Han’s head, as if encountering resistance, then faded away. “Such a modest flash of lightning,” Han Yuxuan thought, “wants to achieve victory? Your expectations are simply too naive.” With a mental command, a jade-colored sword surged forth. He continued, “Let me show you what a master at the Huazheng stage truly possesses. Next time you’re reborn, make sure your skills are polished—definitely don’t cross me!” Swish… The flying sword came charging, while Qin Feng held several scrolls in his hands. Several small fire dragons coalesced into a massive one, facing the sword head-on. Swish… swish… The sword remained untouched, while the fire dragon vanished entirely—clearly showing who was stronger. “I’ll take it,” Lin Caivé raised her sword, striking the blue glow, but it was quickly repelled—there was no doubt about the gap in strength. The two exchanged a glance and stood back-to-back, facing the enemy. Inside the carriage, Zhou Xiaoniu grew increasingly anxious, eager to transform into her姐-in-law’s husband and step out to face the adversaries directly. Han Yuxuan remained calm, directing the flying sword to continue its assault. In his eyes, defeating two opponents significantly weaker than himself was nothing short of a breeze—only a matter of time. Much like a cat that catches a mouse and plays with it before devouring it, he was in just such a mindset. “Feng, perhaps we should retreat—after all, we’re no match for them, and we have absolutely no strength to counterattack,” Lin Caivé suggested. "Don't worry. Such a great chance for hands-on practice—running away like that would be a real pity." He smiled and said, "Rest assured, we haven't used our trump card yet. We'll definitely catch them off guard!" "Indeed," Lin Beijia immediately gained confidence. Sssss… The sound of the blade slicing through the air echoed behind him. Without hesitation, he lowered his head, and a streak of silver light skimmed just past his scalp. That silver flash was the dagger of the immortal instructor, descending like a shadow from the sky. "Counterattack!" Qin Feng commanded, and Lin, the beautiful woman, launched a simultaneous counteroffensive. The sudden assault disrupted Han Yuxuan's control over his flying sword, which crashed to the ground. Isabel's dagger automatically returned to her hand, where she swiftly drove a blow into Han Yuxuan's back. Pffft… As the serrated edge of the blade was withdrawn, chunks of flesh and blood were flung outward. Though Han Yuxuan was an accomplished cultivator at the Huazhen stage, he had not yet achieved the strength of bronze skin and iron bones. Moreover, he had believed himself firmly in control, having reduced his defensive posture to its weakest point—precisely because of this, the immortal instructor had been able to execute a successful surprise strike. Han Yuxuan screamed, his body lunging forward and then rolling like a lazy ox, yet he still couldn't evade the several fire dragons rushing toward him. One of them struck precisely on his back, nearly scorching the already bleeding wound, releasing a rich, savory aroma of roasted flesh. Seizing your weakness to strike you down—now their attack frequency is rising steadily. "Fly sword!" Han Yuxuan extended his hand, only to have it crushed under Qin Feng's boot, and Isabel's blade sliced through it before he could react. Just as he had done against Sun Cheng earlier, Han Yuxuan hadn't even had time to respond before he found himself in the same position as Han. Lin Meiren moved swiftly too, her sword piercing the opponent's throat and then rotating the hilt once, leaving a terrifying wound in the neck. Han Yuxuan hadn't expected to lose so decisively. Just a second ago, he had been in full control, but in the blink of an eye, he found himself in a pale, defeated state. "Feng, his spiritual essence is trying to escape—hold him!" Lin Meiren shouted. Han Yuxuan knew his current body was no longer worth keeping—he only needed to preserve his spiritual essence intact, which would give him a chance to achieve a spirit transfer, taking over another’s body and using it as his own, without any loss in strength. Thus, he separated his spiritual essence from his dantian and prepared to flee. Crack! A lightning bolt surged toward him, but the spiritual essence managed to dodge in time, rising higher and higher, seemingly on the verge of escaping entirely. "Think you're getting away?" Isabella exclaimed with a graceful cry, swiftly raising her height. She held her dagger high, vowing to obliterate the opponent's spiritual essence completely. Lin Caivé grew increasingly anxious: "If he escapes, we'll never be at peace again. Not only will he come to us for trouble after completing the spirit transfer, but he'll surely bring reinforcements!" "Shasha should be able to handle him," Qin Feng confidently believed in the elder of the Immortal Sect. Han Yuxuan's Yuan Ling sensed someone approaching and quickly accelerated, but still fell behind. When Isabella caught up, she swiftly swung her dagger. As soon as the dagger touched Han Yuxuan's Yuan Ling, it instantly transformed from silvery white to pure white, its surface resembling a layer of frost. Han Yuxuan cried out in a piercing, agonizing scream. The Yuan Ling was absorbed by the dagger, and the frost even spread to her hands, then up to her arms—yet the dagger gradually returned to its original form. Isabella closed her eyes tightly and then slowly opened her arms, her body floating mid-air, resembling a cross. Finally, the frost gathered on her forehead, and with a sudden flash of light, it vanished. Isabella then opened her eyes, her crimson pupils glowing with sharp brilliance. "Brother Feng, what exactly happened?" Lin Meiren was stunned, tightly holding onto Qin's arm. "I don't know either. Maybe Sasha possesses the ability to absorb others' Yuan Ling." Qin Feng also found it strange; under the intense gaze of the two figures, the clouds in the sky began to rotate, and the surrounding scenery gradually blurred. *Whoosh...* The scene before him was drawn upward into the sky, and then a vessel resembling a wine cup fell from above.