Boom! Two figures collided rapidly, then separated just as quickly, both stumbling backward. Feng Lin panted heavily, his breath ragged, while Feng Shaoyou's face flushed red. The two clashed in close combat, momentarily locked in a stalemate. Though Feng Lin was outmatched in speed and strength, he realized he had one advantage over his opponent: he was tougher! As the saying goes, the best things come in small packages. Compared to Feng Shaoyou's half-human, half-serpent mythical form, Feng Lin's stature was slightly shorter, but his flesh and bones were fused into a single, rock-solid whole, unshakable. Every action has an equal and opposite reaction. When the two clashed head-on, both had to endure powerful recoil forces. But Feng Lin's endurance was superior! Come on... Let's hurt each other—who's afraid of who? Feng Lin saw through his opponent's facade: outwardly strong, but inwardly weak. Feng Shaoyou's body was covered in scales, but they were merely a layer of armor, blocking external physical damage while his flesh, blood, and bones remained frail. Under the same force of impact, Feng Lin only felt a brief soreness in his muscles before quickly recovering. But Feng Shaoyou, in contrast, winced and grimaced, his face reddening—clearly unable to withstand the pain! A man must be tough! If you're not tough, don't even... Having seen through his opponent's weakness, Feng Lin no longer feared him. He pressed his fingers together like a sword and thrust forward. Sword Seal of Immortal Slaying! He unleashed his strongest technique, turning his fingers into a blade, a sharp sword intent piercing through the air like a celestial immortal, slaying gods and demons. Feng Lin soared through the air, stabbing forward like an ancient sword immortal, riding a sword for a thousand miles to take a head, aiming straight for his opponent's vital point. Dance of Man and Serpent! Feng Shaoyou's vertical pupils contracted sharply, recognizing the danger of this move. He quickly coiled his body, whipping the air into a storm of blades that swept outward, while his hands multiplied into a thousand palms, madly striking forward. Feng Lin was instantly pummeled by countless hands, a strange red flush appearing on his face, but the momentum of his sword strike remained unbroken, thrusting straight ahead. His figure flew backward, crashing into the metal wall like a boulder falling to the ground, embedding himself deep within it. His muscles rippled continuously, dispersing the force, as he slowly stood up. His clothes were torn again, revealing his bare, fierce muscles. But he wasn't flustered at all, because he hadn't come out worse for wear. Feng Shaoyou howled in pain, scales shattering across his body, revealing a massive, bloody wound that gushed crimson. His vertical pupils contracted into a single point, fixed on Feng Lin with burning rage, as if he wanted to incinerate him into ashes. If before he had only intended to teach a lesson, now he was truly ready to strike ruthlessly. Four Symbols Manifestation! The four-symbol runes in Feng Shaoyou's vertical pupils spun rapidly. The power of the Four Symbols once again formed a visible energy sphere floating in the void, churning violently within, faintly revealing figures as if some terrifying existence was about to be born from it. Feng Lin's hair stood on end, sensing a tremendous threat. Fighting a cosmic cultivator meant a grim outcome if he lost, and no benefit even if he won. A pointless death match was too costly. Neither necessary nor needed. Of the Thirty-Six Stratagems, fleeing is the best! Feng Lin turned and bolted without hesitation. "Where do you think you're going?" Feng Shaoyou was now furious beyond measure. As a member of the main family, being wounded by someone from a branch family—if word got out that he couldn't suppress this brat today, he'd be a laughingstock among his rivals in the main family. Screech! Roar! Bellow! Howl! Four distinct cries rang out in succession. Feng Lin's eyes narrowed as he saw two figures—one cyan, one red—rapidly enlarging before him, moving at an unbelievable speed, like lightning. He instinctively activated his Stone Monkey gene at full power, but the two figures had already pounced on him like living creatures, wings flapping, claws tearing, bringing scorching, explosive fire and bone-chilling frost. They not only tore his skin but also sent fire and water energy into his body, causing unbearable pain. Whip Seal of the Gods! Unable to bear it, Feng Lin formed hand seals, sweeping a sharp whip through the air, shaking the void and sending the two creatures flying, finally getting a clear look at them. A cyan dragon with antlers and long whiskers, and a vermilion bird as red as fire, hovered in the air. Behind them were a massive, mountain-like serpent-tailed Black Tortoise and a white tiger with wings. Vermilion Bird of the South, Black Tortoise of the North, Azure Dragon of the East, White Tiger of the West! The four spirit beasts of the Four Symbols occupied the four directions, surrounding him with no escape. Feng Lin's heart sank. He hadn't expected Feng Shaoyou's Four Symbols power to have such profound transformations, capable of manifesting these spirit beasts. From lifeless to living, the energy's properties had undergone a qualitative change. The fire was no ordinary flame—it was the Southern Bright Lihuo, burning all things! The water was no ordinary water—it was the Profound Yin Black Water, freezing heaven and earth! The earth was no ordinary earth—it was the Creation Xirang, each grain weighing a thousand pounds! The wind was no ordinary wind—it was the Three Flavors Divine Wind, devouring souls! ... All the energy had undergone a qualitative shift, bearing the embryonic form of mythical cosmic power, surpassing the limits of his Stone Monkey gene's resistance. Feng Lin instinctively sensed danger. Under Feng Shaoyou's command, the four spirit beasts roared wildly and charged at him. The Azure Dragon coiled into a vast icy current, its long body circling Feng Lin in the void, seeking an opening. The Vermilion Bird swooped down, screeching, its wings fanning flames, creating a sea of fire. The White Tiger roared furiously, its claws like wind, tearing at Feng Lin head-on. The Black Tortoise struck with immense force, crashing into everything like a collapsing mountain, shattering all in its path. ... Though these spirit beasts were mere energy constructs, not real, they carried a hint of the legendary Four Spirits' essence, making their power immense. The Four Symbols—earth, fire, water, wind—unleashed their energies simultaneously, overwhelming Feng Lin. The spirit beasts' sharp claws scraped across his jade-hard skin, leaving bloody trails. For a moment, Feng Lin was like a gladiator in an ancient arena, locked in a life-and-death struggle with four beasts, the battle fiercely intense. Bullet Time! Seeing the situation turn dire, Feng Lin instantly activated his adrenaline gene, entering a bullet-time state. His perception accelerated, allowing him to dodge the spirit beasts'狂暴 onslaught with agility, his mind racing for a solution. This Feng Shaoyou was indeed an elite cultivator, powerful and resourceful—not someone he could easily defeat! He had to find a chance to escape! Huh? I'm trapped by the Four Symbols spirit beasts—why isn't he attacking himself? Wouldn't that defeat me faster? Unless...? Feng Lin felt he had grasped something crucial. He looked at Feng Shaoyou, who was forming hand seals, his vertical pupils spinning rapidly, sweat beading on his forehead. His eye power was too depleted—could he no longer sustain it? A smile crept across Feng Lin's face. This Four Symbols Manifestation technique was formidable, but it came at a cost. Maintaining it was extremely difficult for someone of Feng Shaoyou's cultivation level. At that moment, the four spirit beasts opened their massive mouths, energy converging into torrents of earth, fire, water, and wind that surged toward him. Feng Lin's mind stirred. Instead of dodging, he turned his back to face the assault. "Is he courting death?" Feng Shaoyou sneered. But the next moment, Feng Lin's body swayed, enduring the energy impact head-on. Like a rocket, he instantly accelerated, breaking free from the spirit beasts' entanglement and charging straight at Feng Shaoyou. "Not good!" Feng Shaoyou's face changed drastically. But before he could dodge, a pair of fierce claws reached out, and Feng Lin's cold, emotionless face appeared before him.