1263 Stubborn Wandering Soul Realm Experts (1/2)

A sound of teeth chattering rang out in the arena. Bu Fang stood with his hands clasped behind his back, his expression unchanged. Across from him was the Wandering Soul Realm Little Saint, his hair falling over his eyes and face that turned as white as a sheet.

The atmosphere was somewhat awkward for a moment.

The sound came from the Little Saint's mouth. Upon hearing it, everyone froze and stared wide-eyed at the arena.

”What happened?”

”Hasn't the little chef lost yet?”

”His spirit sea is invaded by a Wandering Soul Realm Little Saint, and it's very likely that he will become a fool. Did he manage to resist it?”

Everyone present knew the horror of the Wandering Soul Realm, so they found it hard to believe that Bu Fang could survive the attack. The Wandering Soul Realm experts focused on the mental force, which should be fatal to him. After all, in everyone's eyes, he was just a half-step Saint. The mental force of a half-step Saint was at least twice as weak as that of a Little Saint, so he naturally could not resist the invasion of his opponent.

”What's the result?!”

”It's not clear who won for the time being…”

”The atmosphere is so depressing…”

Everyone stared wide-eyed at the arena. No one knew who won the match. Suddenly, some people's eyes narrowed because they saw Bu Fang move.

Bu Fang's fingers twitched slightly, then he raised his hand and flicked his finger between the Little Saint's eyebrows. The Wandering Soul Realm expert staggered back a few steps and sat down on the ground. His eyes were glazed, and he kept clapping his hands, while his face showed a silly expression with drool dripping from the corners of his mouth.

The scene made everyone gasp in disbelief. From what they could see, the Wandering Soul Realm Little Saint seemed to have become a fool. Looking at him, all the experts from various small worlds were struck dumb. A Little Saint had invaded the spirit sea of a half-step Saint, but in the end, it was the Little Saint who became a fool, and he was even a Little Saint who was good at spiritual manipulation! Their eyes didn't deceive them, did they?

”How is this possible?! How could Soul Eight fail? He was just fighting with a half-step Saint. How could he fail?” All the Wandering Soul Realm experts were shocked by the result, while the woman who led them stared with wide eyes.

They were all too familiar with the way Soul Eight looked now. It was an idiotic look that occurred only after one's mental force was completely destroyed. However, shouldn't this happen to the half-step Saint?

'Can it be that the ghost slave backfired?' the woman suddenly thought of this.

Bu Fang's eyes were much clearer now. He gave his neck a twist. Looking at the Little Saint, who had become a fool after losing his wits, his face flickered with a strange expression.

The Wandering Soul Realm expert had brought this to himself. If he didn't get into Bu Fang's spirit sea, it wouldn't be so easy for Bu Fang to defeat him. His action was literally courting death. After losing his mental force, his cultivation base would begin to slowly dissipate, and soon he would die. There was no way to reverse this because mental force was the root of human beings. It connected to the soul, so when the mental force was destroyed, the soul was broken as well, and the person would soon die.

Commander Mo Yuan returned to the arena. He gave Bu Fang a surprised look as if he hadn't expected him to win so easily. After carefully examining Soul Eight's condition, he announced loudly, ”The winner is the Immortal Cooking Realm.”

The Wandering Soul Realm experts rushed into the arena and brought Soul Eight back. The woman held out a palm and laid it on his head. An invisible fluctuation spread out in an instant.

”Hmm? His soul and mental force were torn to pieces at the same time. Soul Eight was indeed attacked by his ghost slave, who should have died with him,” she said coldly.

”That boy's lucky! Look at his confused face… Obviously, he doesn't even know how he had won the match,” said another expert.

The woman breathed a sigh of relief, then turned to look at a young man beside her. ”Soul Three… You will fight him next! Your ghost slave is the most loyal, so it's impossible that it will attack you. Remember, turn this boy into a fool this time!” said the woman. Her cold voice made everyone tremble.

”No problem… Chief, you just wait for my good news! I'm not like that useless Soul Eight,” the young man said with a smile. Then, he kicked the ground, drifted into the arena like a ghost, and stood in front of Bu Fang. He was clad in a long white robe, his hands hanging stiffly at his sides. His hair was messy, and his eyes flashed with black light.

”Oh… Another one?” Bu Fang narrowed his eyes.

”Don't think you're invincible just because you defeated Soul Eight. The horror of the Wandering Soul Realm is beyond the imagination of a mere half-step Saint from a third-class small world like you…” said Soul Three. His voice was hoarse with a touch of unruliness.

Commander Mo Yuan glanced at both of them and announced the start of the match.

Bu Fang let out a soft sigh.

The next moment, the young man also turned into a cloud of black smoke and rushed into Bu Fang's head in an instant.

'The same trick again?' Bu Fang's expression suddenly became very strange. 'Is this all the Wandering Soul Realm experts can do?'

Outside the arena, the Wandering Soul Realm contestants looked on gloomily. They were looking forward to seeing Bu Fang's mental force shatter, anxious to see him turn into a fool. Soul Three would never fail, or so they thought.

…

In Bu Fang's spirit sea, another figure appeared. The Golden Divine Dragon, who was yawning, paused momentarily.

”Another one? The Little Host's spirit sea is really quite lively…” As soon as he finished saying that, he reached out his dragon claw again.

Soon, the only sound left in the spirit sea was Soul Three's miserable howl.

…

Bu Fang was too lazy to enter his spirit sea this time. He produced a chair from the System's storage space, sat down, then took out some spirit fruits and ate them leisurely. The Wandering Soul Realm Little Saint, Soul Three, was staring at him from not far away.

His calm manner put a strange look on every face.