"Be careful. I'm going to use level - 55 soul power next," Soul Douluo Zhi Lin's voice was low and dignified,striking a chord of tension in everyone's hearts.
An invisible oppression filled the air, and everyone's eyes were firmly fixed on Chen Feng, who was about to face a huge challenge.
"Level 55. I wonder if Chen Feng can really hold on," Flanders murmured softly, a hint of worry showing in his eyes.
"He surely can't hold on," Tang San secretly rejoiced in his heart, a faint sneer of schadenfreude curving the corners of his lips.
The competition between him and Chen Feng was like an undercurrent. For any challenge Chen Feng faced, he hoped to see the other's failure, as a way to prove his own strength and superiority.
"It's probably a bit dangerous," Although Dai Mubai had confidently said earlier that Chen Feng should be able to hold on until level 55, at this moment, he couldn't help but feel doubtful.
At this moment, Zhi Lin's movement seemed effortless. His fingertips gently touched the void, like a musician plucking the strings, yet quietly triggering an invisible storm.
As he touched the void, an extremely massive soul - power pressure began to condense. It was like a raging tide summoned from nothingness, sweeping out and pouring towards Chen Feng.
The power of this soul power was as if the sky was falling and the earth was splitting. It seemed capable of distorting space, making the surrounding scenery start to twist and deform, becoming blurred.
Even though this pressure was specifically targeted at Chen Feng, the outburst of Zhi Lin's soul power, like the ripples caused by a stone thrown into a pond, affected every onlooker.
They felt a fierce wind that almost squeezed their bodies out of shape, surging from beside Chen Feng, like a sudden squall sweeping across the entire vicinity.
"Brother Chen Feng will be okay, right?" Zhu Zhuqing's eyes flickered with an imperceptible tremor. Her voice trembled slightly, and beneath that subtle vibration was her deep worry and concern for Chen Feng.
Under this huge soul - power pressure, Chen Feng finally made a slight move.
His body leaned forward slightly, and his foot shifted gently. The originally solid ground seemed unable to bear his strength, leaving a deep footprint.
"He only moved one step? Can't even force out his martial spirit?" Soul Douluo Zhi Lin was slightly stunned, his surprise evident.
In his deep eyes, there was a disbelieving light. He had thought that his powerful soul power could force Chen Feng to show his true strength, but the scene before him completely exceeded his expectations.
Zhi Lin frowned, secretly making up his mind.
He took a deep breath, and the soul power around his body suddenly surged. Without hesitation, he mobilized an even deeper level of power, and the soul - power level instantly rose to an astonishing level 58.
That surging power was like an irresistible tempest, sweeping in an instant.
The air became extremely heavy, as if every bit of air was pressing on everyone's hearts.
Even the few onlookers felt the terrifying pressure that almost crushed them.
Flanders, Dai Mubai, and the others' expressions suddenly changed. They quickly circulated their soul power, trying to resist the huge pressure coming towards them.
Although Zhi Lin tried his best to control the soul - power pressure on Chen Feng, in the face of such a huge amount of power, some soul power would inevitably spill over.
For the onlookers, this spilled - over soul power was also an unbearable heavy pressure.
Everyone's breathing became rapid, and their hearts seemed to be pounding out of their chests.
As time passed slowly, that moment seemed to stretch into an eternity, as if the whole world had come to a standstill at that instant.
Chen Feng's figure gradually became tall and profound in everyone's sight. The aura emanating from him was as mysterious as an abyss, and the surrounding air seemed to vibrate with it.
All eyes were involuntarily drawn to him, and the invisible sense of oppression made everyone feel in awe.
Just at that moment, Chen Feng's martial spirit finally emerged, like a bolt of lightning splitting through the night sky, dazzling everyone in an instant.
The light radiated out, as if illuminating the entire world.
"Zhu Xian Sword!"
These three words, like the calm before a storm, instantly froze the atmosphere in the field.
A stone sword slowly rose from above Chen Feng's head. At first, it was just a vague shadow. As time went by, the outline of the sword became clearer and clearer.
Finally, in the horrified eyes of everyone, the virtual shadow condensed into a complete physical sword. The sharp sword energy made people couldn't help but feel a chill.
The three Soul Douluos present, being the elites in the soul - master world, had extensive knowledge and a deep understanding of various martial spirits.
However, when they saw the martial spirit displayed by Chen Feng, they couldn't help but be shocked.
Almost immediately, they associated this martial spirit with the legendary "top - level martial spirit."
"Master Zhi Lin, I can still take a bit more," Chen Feng's voice was like a gentle breeze, without the slightest tremor, but rather with a hint of relaxed laughter.
Zhi Lin stared blankly at Chen Feng, his heart churning with huge waves. He looked at the young man in front of him in disbelief.
The soul - power pressure of level 58 was difficult for him to handle when he was young. And now, this young man not only withstood it but could also ask for a greater challenge while chatting and laughing.
He couldn't help but sigh, a strange emotion welling up in his heart, a mixture of amazement and sentiment.
Recalling his own cultivation path, it was a long and arduous road full of thorns and challenges.
Reaching level 50 in soul power was a realm that many soul masters dreamed of, and he himself had also struggled through countless hardships to reach that height.
Was it at the age of thirty or forty? Zhi Lin's thoughts became a bit blurred for a moment.
He remembered those days and nights when he persevered under the pressure of soul rings, on the verge of collapse several times, but never gave up. The acquisition of each soul ring was accompanied by a life - and - death test, and every breakthrough was to seek a glimmer of life in the extreme.
Remembering those years, his heart was filled with emotion and pride.
However, the Chen Feng in front of him seemed to be easily crossing the path he had once trudged through with an extraordinary speed and talent.
Looking at Chen Feng's firm and confident gaze, Zhi Lin couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration and relief.
Perhaps, the future of the soul - masters was to be rewritten in the hands of these new - generation individuals.
"Good, what an amazing young man who can take more," Zhi Lin slightly closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and when he opened them again, his eyes were filled with approval.
He walked forward slowly, his soul power surging again, with an imposing manner.
"In that case, let this old man see where your limit really lies."