minutes later.
"Boom!"
There was an earth-shattering explosion, and the entire battlefield was blown into a large pit several dozen ters deep. A figure was blasted out from the smoke with a "whoosh".
Everyone’s pupils contracted. The figure that was blown away was surprisingly Ao Han from the Ice Crystal Cold Flood Dragon Clan!
"Puff!"
Ao Han spat out a mouthful of blood and heavily crashed to the ground, rolling his eyes back before fainting on the spot.
Amidst the ravaged battlefield, a gigantic figure stood towering and imposing. A giant ape covered in golden fur, shaped like a monkey, wavered slightly and transford back into a human form.
Ling Feng casually dusted off the ash on his cannon, twisted his mouth, and said nonchalantly, "Not bad, there’s at least a little bit of fun in it."
As soon as these words ca out, the elite Demon Clan mbers from the Three Great Holy Temples watching were all dumbfounded. This was too ridiculously strong!
"Strong, invincible!"
"So... so powerful!"
"Too strong, how can he be this strong!"
"Is this the power of the Chaos Bloodline? Even Ao Han’s Demon Dragon Bloodline is completely suppressed!"
All the demon prodigies from the Three Great Holy Temples were utterly dispirited. Too powerful, so powerful it’s suffocating, despair-inducing.
Even Bai Ling’er was completely stunned. A few days ago, Long Fei didn’t seem to be this powerful, but in just four days, he had grown to this level. Moreover, he directly advanced from an early-stage Demon Monarch to a mid-level Demon Monarch!
Such a cultivation progression—it’s unheard of even in the Human Clan!
"It’s not just the suppression of the Chaos Bloodline. This guy nad Long Fei, whether in speed, strength, or physical toughness, has reached a terrifying level. Not to ntion, his Divine Power is comparable to the Demon Emperor Level. It’s only natural that the Cold Flood Dragon Clan’s little guy is not a match."
The Black Wind Demon Emperor of the Black Dragon Hall, with his chin rested, analyzed in a deep voice.
"Yeah, this kid is indeed freakishly strong!"
The Hurricane Demon Emperor of the Purple Dragon Hall shook his head with a smile, feeling a lot like "the waves behind drive on those ahead, the old wave dies on the shore".
Thinking of their capabilities at the Lord Level, they had nothing like this.
It wasn’t that Ao Han was too weak, but Long Fei was simply too strong.
"Congratulations to you!"
A strong Demon Emperor from the Nether Dragon Holy Hall sighed lightly, walked up to the Black Wind Demon Emperor and others, and said with a bitter smile, "We originally thought that with Ao Han, our Nether Dragon Holy Hall could seize the top in this exchange among the Three Great Holy Temples. Unexpectedly, it’s still your Dark Dragon Holy Hall that’s superior!"
"Hehe..."
The Black Wind Demon Emperor laughed with his mouth wide open, "No, no, just luck, pure luck!"
After exchanging a few casual congratulatory words, the Demon Emperors of the other two Holy Temples led their disciples to exit the Dark Fla Mountain Range first. The Ancient Demon Clan’s ruins didn’t really yield anything valuable anyway. At most, every ten years, so Spirit Grass and Spirit Flowers would regrow inside to be harvested.
After the first batch of people went in to harvest, the remaining disciples from the other two Holy Temples would hardly gain anything.
So, for over a century, the Three Great Holy Temples had agreed that the winning temple would explore the ruins, and the other two would voluntarily leave.
Over the hundred-plus years, there were various winners and losers, which was relatively fair.
"Long Fei, you’re amazing! Can I learn that swordsmanship move from earlier from you?"
"Long Fei, you’re really strong. If you ever need anything, just say the word. I’m the Silver Wolf Young Master, nad Zuoshan Diao."
"I’m from the Dragon Horse Clan. You can call The White Dragon Horse or Little White. Brother Fei, when hanging out in the Purple Dragon Hall, I’ll rely on you to have my back."
After the competition ended, the excited crowd—oh no, demon crowd—surrounded Ling Feng. The female demons were even casting flirtatious glances, with a stance of "co over tonight, and I’ll be yours".
Unfortunately, Ling Feng wasn’t moved by even the likes of Bai Ling’er, so how could he be interested in those ordinary looks?
However, Bai Ling’er clung tightly to Ling Feng’s side, with a protective deanor like "step back everyone, Long Fei is mine!"
"These youngsters still have such passion!"
"Ah, the vigor of youth!"
The powerful Demon Emperors of the Eight Great Dragon Halls exchanged glances and laughed.
Only the Red Dragon Hall’s side, from top to bottom, was completely despondent, unable to muster any joy.
As the saying goes, so win, so lose. Ling Feng was at the peak of his life, while the Silver Wolf Young Master Yain Xue had beco a foolish idiot.
Additionally, the top disciple of the Red Dragon Hall, Chi Gui, had been crippled by Ling Feng, so this ti the Red Dragon Hall simply gave up the opportunity to search the Ancient Ruins and left the Dark Fla Mountain Range.
Staying longer would only further damage their remaining dignity.
...
As night fell silently.
Ling Feng sat cross-legged in front of the campfire, silently running the "Supre Mysterious Heaven Technique", gradually purifying the killing intent accumulated in his heart these past few days.
In recent days, frequently using the Chaos True Body and Chaos Rebirth inevitably stimulated the power of the Shura’s Eye. This killing intent, although a powerful weapon in battles, could affect his mind in the long run, potentially turning him into a cruel, bloodthirsty person.
Plus, with the rapid advances in cultivation due to the power of the Supre Lotus Seed, Ling Feng’s heart realm cultivation couldn’t keep pace with the increase in strength, a critical error in cultivation practice.
Therefore, whenever he had ti, Ling Feng would silently run the Supre Mysterious Heaven Technique to purify his murderous nature and maintain his true self.
Suddenly, the sound of footsteps ca from behind. It was Bai Ling’er, walking briskly towards him, sitting down beside him, gently biting her rosy lips, and softly saying, "Hey, Long Fei, you’re still cultivating!"
"Yes."
Ling Feng turned to glance at her, curled his lips, and said, "What about you, why isn’t the young miss resting?"
"Hmph!" Bai Ling’er gave Ling Feng a rather resentful look, inwardly cursing: Isn’t it because of you!
However, she couldn’t say these words out loud. She could only grit her teeth and say, "Congratulations to you. When we return, you can have your wish to et the Demon Emperor."
Ling Feng shrugged, though what he wanted was to return directly to the Dark Dragon Holy Hall, not wanting to waste more ti.
Ever since returning from Yanming Island, he had an inexplicable bad premonition in his heart, causing him so unease, as if sothing might happen to soone around him.
Currently, those around him were Mu Qianxue, Jiang Xiaofan, and his brothers.
Due to past betrayals, he cherished true loyalty even more. He didn’t want any harm to co to these friends around him.
So, he must quickly resolve matters here and return to the Black Water Plain with Mu Qianxue!
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