Chapter 534: I’ll Play the Fisherman

The struggle between the two grew increasingly fierce, and Ye Feng grew more and more anxious. Playing the fisherman wasn’t easy at all. There might only be a fleeting chance—once missed, it would be gone forever, and it might even cost him his life. Though he possessed an Immortal Body and wasn’t afraid of death, still…
With each heavy punch from Luo Yan, the entire valley trembled. His punches grew heavier and more frequent. Even he himself didn’t realize that golden light was bursting from his eyes.
“The Golden-Eyed Corpse Emperor—the most precious lineage among zombies, second only to the Mysterious-Eyed Emperor Corpse Bloodline of the Zombie Progenitor. It possesses endless regenerative abilities, almost making it immortal…”
In the distant void, a tall figure clad in black robes suddenly had his eyes turn completely black. He looked into the distance and said, “Another descendant has awakened? Seems they’re in some trouble. But since they won’t die, I guess I shouldn’t interfere…”
“No matter how I look at this ability description, it seems somewhat similar to my Immortal Body,” Ye Feng thought. But he didn’t dwell on it too much and continued to watch the battle between the two.
Such a fight, which had surpassed the Saint level, could still bring many benefits to Ye Feng by simply observing it.
The old man in black robes hiding inside the contract seal kept spitting out blood, and his movements finally slowed down a bit. Suddenly, he spat out another mouthful of blood, which landed right on the incomplete part of the pattern, accelerating its completion even further.
The Corpse Emperor clearly saw this and grew even more anxious. “Roar!”
After a furious roar, his golden eyes shone even brighter, and the frequency of his attacks increased by over 20%, leaving Ye Feng in shock.
Those punches—if he were hit by even one, he would surely die, without a doubt. Judging from the spatial fragments created in the sixth layer of the abyss, the power at this level far exceeded what even Saint-level warriors could possess.
Yet the contract seal was also extremely powerful, worthy of sustaining contractual forces. With ordinary defenses, even if the old man were on par with Luo Yan, he would likely have already been crushed into meat by now. After all, Luo Yan had fully entered a frenzied state, his strength probably doubled, and he might even be stronger still.
Ye Feng watched the battle on the screen with growing tension, afraid of missing even the slightest detail.

The emaciated old man, as thin as a withered bone, began to stagger visibly, but it was no longer his physical strength that kept him going—it was his willpower. He knew full well that failure would mean his demise. He couldn’t accept that reality. So, even at the cost of his life, he had to succeed. For him, this battle could only end in victory, never defeat.

Amidst Ye Feng’s astonishment, a golden figure rose from behind the old man, about five meters tall. After observing carefully, Ye Feng realized that the golden figure was actually the old man’s soul.

“So, when one breaks through to the Saint realm, their soul turns golden…” Ye Feng learned this only now. “Even the soul has manifested—clearly, he’s determined to fight to the death.”

Manifesting the soul was an extremely dangerous combat method. A single mistake could injure the soul. Normally, the soul was hidden deep within the sea of consciousness; to attack it, one had to first break through that sea. But by releasing the soul intentionally, it became highly vulnerable to damage. However, the advantage of releasing the soul was that its power increased tenfold. For those skilled in the laws of the undead, spells cast directly through the soul were more powerful than those cast through the physical body by ten times or more.

The same applied to forming contracts—contracts were essentially formed by the soul, with the soul directly creating the contract patterns, making the process naturally several times faster. Of course, the obstacles caused by physical pain in forming the patterns also disappeared, as once the soul left the body, all physical pain could no longer be felt. But there was one downside: if the body perished, the soul could never return.

Yet it seemed the old man was already prepared to abandon his physical body in battle. In his view, as long as he succeeded in forming the contract, he could instantly take over the other party’s body. This body was meant to be abandoned anyway; he was just giving up on it a bit early.

“Judging by this, that old fellow should succeed in forming the contract…” Ye Feng frowned slightly. He had no fondness for that old man who sought to take over others’ bodies. “What would happen if I interfered in his contract?”

Ye Feng grew curious. Logically, wild beasts and ferocious beasts were impossible to subdue, yet his own bloodline could do so—which meant his bloodline was even more difficult to control. With this thought, Ye Feng began to devise a plan.

After the old man released his soul, the contract seal was quickly completed in just a few breaths, expanding continuously.

Seeing this, Luo Yan quickly flew back. He knew that once touched by that seal, he would completely become the other party’s puppet. But no matter how fast he was, he couldn’t match the old man’s speed. In just two breaths, he was swallowed by the seal. Ye Feng immediately rushed out of the Liuluan Hall and, with a few quick movements, entered inside the seal. “Who?” The old man with the grotesque face was now completely limp, with only his golden soul glaring fiercely in Ye Feng’s direction. Luo Yan knelt on the ground, writhing in pain. Ye Feng’s soul power, controlling his soul weapons, charged at the golden soul. Though he knew it might not work, at least it could provide some resistance. His physical body leaped to Luo Yan’s side, grabbed his wrist, and dragged him away from the seal. “Brat, how dare you!” The old man’s soul shattered Ye Feng’s attack with a palm strike and chased after them. Even though Ye Feng had cultivated the Law of Speed, he still couldn’t match the old man’s speed, let alone the fact that the old man was now in a soul form, making him several times faster. In just one breath, he caught up with Ye Feng. “Hmph, this contract can only accommodate a master and a servant. As long as I destroy this brat’s soul first, Luo Yan will still be my slave.” Now in a soul form, the old man couldn’t harm Ye Feng’s physical body. He could only invade Ye Feng’s mind to destroy his soul and kill him. With this thought, he immediately rushed into Ye Feng’s body and headed straight for his mind. Ye Feng was shocked at first, but then overjoyed. Initially, the old man was blocked outside the Big Bell, but due to his powerful soul, after several failed attempts, he forced his way past the Big Bell and continued inward. However, the Liuluan Hall couldn’t allow such a powerful soul to enter Ye Feng’s mind. Out of instinctive protection, it instantly scattered the old man’s soul. The scattered soul no longer had any consciousness and turned entirely into pure energy, which was quickly condensed by the Big Bell into a golden sphere. Without even the need for filtration or purification, it was thrown directly into Ye Feng’s mind. At that moment, the contract between master and servant, which had been on the verge of dissolving, suddenly reformed and was printed on Luo Yan’s forehead in an instant. He slowly stood up and bowed slightly toward Ye Feng. “Master.”

“Uh, I made a huge profit this time…” Ye Feng chuckled. His thug was the strongest ever. “From now on, if you follow me, we’ll share the meat and the soup together. I definitely won’t treat you badly!”