Chapter 455: Soul Freezing

The death of a soul means utter destruction, with no chance of reincarnation.
Soul freezing is different from physical freezing; those frozen lose their consciousness as well, losing the ability to think.
Watching Lin Hong collapse to the ground, Xi Men Chun nearby trembled slightly. What made him tremble wasn’t the biting cold but the technique used by that young man—it was simply too bizarre. If the other party hadn’t deliberately spared him, he would likely have ended up like Lin Hong.
“Hey, Xiao Bei, that guy’s soul energy has disappeared. Is he dead?” Ye Feng frowned slightly.
“No, boss. I just froze his soul. He won’t be in trouble for now. But over time, the soul flame will weaken until it goes out completely, and then he’ll really be dead. At that point, his soul will be utterly destroyed, with no chance of reincarnation,” Xiao Bei explained.
“That’s quite ruthless…” Ye Feng hadn’t expected Xiao Bei to be so skilled in soul attacks.
“Actually, he hasn’t used his other move yet…” Xiao Yu added expressionlessly. “The purpose of this technique isn’t capture—it’s a means… Boss, don’t forget that Xiao Bei only used three elemental abilities here.”
Ye Feng raised his eyebrows. He suddenly remembered that Xiao Bei also had dark elemental abilities. It was likely that the purpose of inventing this capture technique was to freeze and devour the opponent’s soul to strengthen himself. Ye Feng couldn’t say much about it, as Xiao Bei had mostly fought against magical beasts or monsters, rarely humans. Among the demon race, survival of the fittest was the rule, and soul consumption wasn’t something shameful.
“Don’t worry. We won’t do anything to him. This incident is just a lesson. When the beast horde arrives, we’ll release him. After all, he’s a powerhouse at the Imperial God level and can fend off many magical beasts.” Ye Feng stepped forward and looked at Xi Men Chun. “Take him back. Don’t cause any more trouble.”
Xi Men Chun was stunned. He didn’t expect them to let him go so easily. He quickly regained his composure, picked up Lin Hong, and fled at top speed.
“No need to run so fast. We don’t eat people…” Ye Feng muttered under his breath.
The onlookers left reluctantly, filled with dissatisfaction.

Although most people had never seen what the city lord Lin Xu’s uncle looked like, they all knew his strength was at the Imperial God level. Today, this man claimed to be the city lord’s uncle—so he must be the one with that level of power—but he was easily defeated by a young man, which seemed incredible.

However, it was obvious that the young man wasn’t the leader of this group, so many turned their attention to Ye Feng, eager to know who he really was, given that one of his subordinates had such formidable skills. Some even approached him directly to talk.

Ye Feng ignored them and turned back into the tavern.

“Fourth Uncle…” When Lin Xu saw Xi Men Chun returning with Lin Hong, looking disheveled, he felt relieved but didn’t show it at all. Instead, he asked anxiously, “Those people were too strong. Lin Hong wasn’t even a match. After just three rounds, he ended up like this.” Xi Men Chun’s body was still trembling—clearly, Bernard’s techniques had left a profound impact on him.

Seeing Lin Hong’s pale face and his lack of breathing, Lin Xu immediately grabbed his wrist. It was icy to the touch, and soon he realized Lin Hong’s pulse had stopped. With a burst of divine energy, he detected Lin Hong’s condition in the blink of an eye—everything inside his body had stopped functioning. His divine essence, dantian, mental strength, and even the fluctuations in his mind sea had vanished completely.

“He’s… dead?” Lin Xu looked stunned, murmuring to himself, unsure whether he was asking Xi Men Chun or speaking to himself.

“They say he’s not dead yet. They just gave him a lesson by freezing his soul. They’ll release him when the beast horde arrives in a few days.”

As soon as Xi Men Chun finished speaking, a figure suddenly appeared in the hall—a thin man with a resolute appearance. Ignoring Xi Men Chun and Lin Xu, he walked straight up to Lin Hong and grabbed his wrist. After a while, surprise flashed in his eyes. “It’s really a soul attack? I didn’t expect such a skilled person to be here.”

“Guard Leader, is there any way to counter this technique?” Although Lin Xu was extremely reluctant, he couldn’t show it at all.

“Lord City Master, souls are very fragile, and few people can launch soul attacks. Breaking such a spell is even more difficult. Therefore, it must be undone by the one who cast it; otherwise, the slightest mistake could cause Lin Hong’s soul to be destroyed,” said the middle-aged man with a troubled expression. “Since the other party said they would undo this spell before the beast tide arrives, we might as well wait patiently for a few days.”
The head guard turned to Ximen Chun and asked, “Young Master Ximen, could you tell me the details of what happened at that time?”
“Hmm,” Ximen Chun organized his thoughts briefly before starting to explain to the two of them.
“What? It was just a teenager who froze Lin Hong’s soul? And that guy wasn’t even the leader?” The head guard and Lin Xu exclaimed almost simultaneously.
“That’s right. Their leader seems to be around my age and didn’t even lift a hand the whole time,” Ximen Chun nodded.
“Are these people really just newly ascended?” Lin Xu asked in a low voice. If someone had beaten Ximen Chun, who was at the level of a Heavenly God, it could be attributed to a momentary lapse. But Lin Hong, being at the level of an Imperial God, was already considered among the elite in the entire divine realm. Yet he was defeated by a kid who had just ascended.
“You two, stop provoking those people and focus on preparing for the beast tide,” the head guard advised.
“Understood…”
Meanwhile, Ye Feng and the others, after relaxing for most of the day, returned to the inn. After asking Long Tian about the previous fight, Long Tian simply recounted it casually. Only after hearing this did Ye Feng understand the whole situation. He also told Long Tian and the others about the eventful day.
Dusk fell quietly. Ye Feng lay in bed, looking at the sky outside fading gradually, listening to the noises coming from outside. He shook his head helplessly. “Perhaps even after the beast tide, this city won’t cease to exist.”
After a while, his figure disappeared from that spot. A pyramid above the bed kept spinning, as if trying to convey something to the world…