Chapter 327: Achilles' Heel

The Black and White Grinding Disc was surrounded by wind, rain, and thunder, the five elements of Spirit Power reflecting off one another, crushing the air as if it were a water surface and sending out ripples.

Seeing this scene, Lang Batian was secretly shocked; among these five elements of Spirit Power, the Yin and Yang elements were the strongest, both at the Fifth Grade Lower Tier.

Moreover, Meng Yifan also practiced the Wind Element, Water Element, and Thunder Element, and his cultivation speed was so rapid; without a doubt, Meng Yifan was definitely the reincarnation of a great power, and he must have had Innate Spirit Essence within his body, otherwise it would be impossible for his cultivation to improve so quickly.

No matter what, he had to kill Meng Yifan before he fully matured.

"Wolf God Horn!" Facing the majestic Black and White Grinding Disc, Lang Batian dared not be careless and unleashed his Supernatural Secret Art.

One could see a spiral horn with a diameter of half a meter and a length of three meters appear in the sky, every single marking on it stained with dark brown blood.

This blood emitted energy fluctuations that made one's heart tremble, causing people to feel awe and their spirits to waver.

The Supernatural Ability Lang Batian unleashed was a visualization of the horn of the Wolf Race's god; the blood upon it was left behind by a powerful being once killed by the Wolf God, and it could produce the peculiar effect of a Divine Soul attack.

After the Wolf God Horn appeared in the sky, it swelled in the wind, instantly transforming into a behemoth three meters in diameter and fifteen meters long, which then slammed straight toward the Black and White Grinding Disc.

"Boom!" With a loud noise, the space where the Black and White Grinding Disc and the Wolf God Horn collided twisted and deformed; vaguely, one could even see wisps of space cracks, inside of which were chaotic Space Turbulence.

If space were truly torn apart and their bodies were sucked into the Space Turbulence, then with Meng Yifan and Lang Batian's Fifth Grade cultivation, it would be very difficult to survive, and even harder to return to the Great Wu Heavenly Dynasty world.

Under normal circumstances, only experts above the Sixth Grade could tear open the space barrier and enter the Space Turbulence.

The combat power of the Fifth Grade realm was limited, making it difficult to open the space barrier; however, Meng Yifan and Lang Batian both had their own fortuitous encounters, and their Divine Ability techniques were very mysterious, possessing almost the charm of the Sixth Grade World Master Realm, allowing them to fight across ranks, which was why their collision caused the space barrier to develop wisps of space cracks.

The Black and White Grinding Disc was knocked back ten meters, while the Wolf God Horn also retreated seven meters, which showed that Lang Batian's strength was still somewhat superior.

However, Lang Batian did not have the power to crush Meng Yifan; if both sides fought fairly, who would live and who would die was truly uncertain.

Meng Yifan's thoughts stirred, and as he controlled the Black and White Grinding Disc to continue the attack, Lang Batian's body flickered, appearing beside Zhu Meimei, reaching out to grab Meng Dayong, his sharp claws pinching Meng Dayong's neck; with just a slight exertion of force, he could slice open Meng Dayong's carotid artery.

"If you don't want your father to die, stop!" Lang Batian shouted.

Meng Yifan froze and stopped his attack; he could use his extreme speed to crush the Level 5 Demon Beast Hu Dameng, but he had to ensure Meng Dayong's safety before snatching him back.

However, Lang Batian was a Level 5 Demon Beast, his speed was also very fast, and his strength was even slightly stronger than Meng Yifan's, making it a very difficult task to safely rescue Meng Dayong from his hands.

"Haha, Meng Yifan, I won't force you; you dissolve the Master-Servant Contract on my daughter, and I will release your father. How about it? This is a fair trade, right?" Lang Batian laughed.

Meng Yifan frowned; this trade looked fair, but in reality, it was not fair at all.

First of all, Lang Jiao was a Level 4 Demon Beast, while Meng Dayong was only a Second Grade Martial Artist; the gap in strength between the two was vast.

Most importantly, Lang Batian did not need to pay any price to release Meng Dayong, whereas if Meng Yifan wanted to voluntarily dissolve the Master-Servant Contract, his own Divine Soul Origin would suffer a backlash, and his strength would drop by at least ten percent.

Such an injury would be fine under normal circumstances, as he could slowly recuperate and recover the damage to his Divine Soul, but now, surrounded by powerful enemies, if his Divine Soul were injured again, he would definitely be crushed in the subsequent battles.

Lang Batian was forcing Meng Yifan to voluntarily dissolve the Master-Servant Contract with the intention of weakening Meng Yifan's strength, then killing him with the minimal cost to obtain the Innate Spirit Essence hidden within his Divine Soul Origin.

"What should I do?" Meng Yifan was conflicted; he had been an orphan on Earth, without father or mother, scolded by other children as a bastard, and whenever someone scolded him like that, he would always recklessly rush up to fight them to the death, even if he ended up covered in bruises, just to make those who scolded him pay a heavy price.

As time went on, the people around Meng Yifan dared not call him a bastard anymore, but when Meng Yifan was alone, he would still miss his parents and yearn to be loved by them like other children.

After transmigrating to the Great Martial Heavenly Dynasty World, he inherited the original owner's memories and also inherited Meng Dayong's fatherly love.

Meng Dayong's strength was not great, but his fatherly love for Meng Yifan was selfless; he could die for Meng Yifan.

Even that mother he had never met was very great; when she was about to starve to death, she stuffed the last bit of food into Meng Yifan's mouth, letting Meng Yifan survive, while she herself starved to death.

Meng Yifan had long ago sworn in his heart to treat Meng Dayong as his own biological father, so Lang Batian and the others capturing Meng Dayong had truly grasped Meng Yifan's Achilles' heel.

"Fine, I will release the Master-Servant Contract on Lang Jiao, you release my father," Meng Yifan said.

"Haha, what deep father-son affection; I am even moved by you." Lang Batian laughed loudly, though inwardly he felt great disdain for Meng Yifan's choice.

And this was supposed to be a reincarnated great power? To damage his own cultivation at such a critical moment for an insignificant Meng Dayong—his brain must really be broken.

Soon, Lang Jiao, Meng Shuangdao, Kong Sanqiang, and other experts from Luolong County all arrived outside the city, and the experts of the Demon Race army also appeared; the two sides formed a standoff, and everyone's eyes were fixed on Meng Yifan and Lang Batian, as everyone understood that the key to the war lay in the outcome between the two supreme experts.

"Father, do not make things difficult for my master," Lang Jiao said; she was still thinking for Meng Yifan, which was the overbearing nature of the Master-Servant Contract, as it could influence Lang Jiao's perception of things from the Divine Soul Origin, far more powerful than the brainwashing of pyramid schemes on Earth.

"Silly child, you have been controlled by Meng Yifan's Divine Soul; once he dissolves the Master-Servant Contract, you won't think this way anymore."

Lang Batian said with some heartache; Lang Jiao was the apple of his eye and had always been proud and arrogant, but he had not expected her to be reduced to a human's slave, still thinking for the human, which made Lang Batian burn with rage, wishing he could tear Meng Yifan into ten thousand pieces right now.

"Hurry up and dissolve the Master-Servant Contract," Lang Batian roared.

Meng Yifan did not hesitate, extending a finger to tap on the center of Lang Jiao's brow, preparing to withdraw his Soul Imprint.