179: Chapter 179: Showing Off Strength!
179: Chapter 179: Showing Off Strength!
“First Lock, unlock!”
Under everyone’s gaze, Ling Feng’s aura suddenly surged, climbing from the unstable late-stage Qi Condensation directly to a presence nearly comparable to the Peak of Pulse Condensation.
Yet, even with Ling Feng’s aura exploding, he was still only in the Magnetic Condensation Realm.
Could he truly slay the Extre Cold Ice Flood Dragon in the Origin Transformation Realm?
Blood Python and the others found it difficult to believe, yet they could only pin their final hopes on Ling Feng.
“Leaving Fire Burning Sky!”
Ling Feng roared lowly, slashing with his sword and sending out a crescent-shaped Sword Qi that flickered with blazing fire light.
It headed towards the ninth rib of the Extre Cold Ice Flood Dragon’s right side.
Blood Python had said it earlier; that was exactly where the Ice Jiao’s Demon Core was located.
The Extre Cold Ice Flood Dragon, spitting out its long tongue, raised its head and let out a sky-reaching howl.
Within a radius of three zhang around it, an Absolute Zero frigid zone ford, its instincts screaming that this human was extrely dangerous!
“Sssss!”
Leaving Fire Burning Sky penetrated directly through the Ice Flood Dragon’s frigid zone, not even slowing down in the slightest, as it slashed down, and in the next mont, a shockingly unexpected scene unfolded.
That nearly invincible Extre Cold Ice Flood Dragon, in the eyes of the mbers of the Hunting Blade Team, was actually bisected by Ling Feng’s single sword strike!
A one-strike kill!
The might of the Qi Refining Mixed Elent Lock combined with the power of Leaving Fire Burning Sky allowed Ling Feng’s sword to even threaten ordinary practitioners of the Fifth Level of Origin Transformation Realm!
Of course, that was rely the power of that one strike.
The Ice Flood Dragon was too slow to react; otherwise, Ling Feng would likely have had to rely on Zi Feng’s strength to kill it.
“Whoosh!”
Ling Feng’s figure flashed, hurtling towards the Ice Flood Dragon’s body like a cannonball, reaching down with a large hand to grab a huge, ice-blue Demon Core from the split wound of the decapitated dragon.
The Demon Core radiated an astonishing chill, which even when wrapped in True Qi around his palm, Ling Feng still felt the bone-piercing coldness.
Simultaneously, Zi Feng’s figure shot out, diving directly into the wound of the Ice Flood Dragon, intending to devour its Lifespan before the dragon fully perished.
In the blink of an eye, the Ice Flood Dragon seed to age dramatically; its body struggled a few tis on the ground and then went utterly still, dead beyond any doubt.
Zi Feng reappeared with a “whoosh,” transforming into a streak of fire light and returning inside Ling Feng’s Dantian.
Ling Feng could even hear the creature contentedly humming a tune, clearly in high spirits after a substantial feast.
“Demon Core obtained.”
Ling Feng carelessly tossed the huge ice-blue Demon Core into his Spirit Storage Ring, then in a flash, appeared next to Blood Python and Little Li.
“Gulp…”
Blood Python swallowed hard, staring dumbfounded at Ling Feng.
It wasn’t just him—all the other team mbers were similarly agape, their eyes nearly popping out of their sockets in disbelief.
After a long mont, Blood Python struggled to his knees on the ground and, recovering from his shock, exclaid, “Thank you, senior, for saving our lives!”
A teenager in his early teens possessed the strength to instantly kill an Extre Cold Ice Flood Dragon; it was beyond inconceivable.
Blood Python considered the possibility that the youth before him might actually be a hundreds-of-years-old monster who had managed to preserve his youthful appearance.
“Adoptive father, what are you doing?
Why are you kneeling to him?” Little Li looked at Blood Python with surprise, not understanding why her adoptive father was behaving so foolishly.
“Little Li, kneel down!” The adoptive father’s expression turned into panic, and he pressed Little Li to kneel in front of Ling Feng, “Senior, Little Li is young and ignorant, please don’t lower yourself to her level.”
Ling Feng touched his nose bridge, hurriedly extended his hand to help Blood Python up, and said with a wry smile, “Blood Team, am I that old?”
“You?
Aren’t you a hidden great power who has cultivated for hundreds of years?” Blood Python slightly raised his head, looking at Ling Feng with so uncertainty.
“No.” Ling Feng shook his head and smiled, pulling Blood Python up, then took out a few Yuan Condensing Elixirs that he had scavenged from the Third Elder of the Jia Mansion, handed them to Blood Python, and said lightly, “These few Yuan Condensing Elixirs should be able to quickly restore your Primordial Qi.”
“You…
you’re really not a Senior Expert?” Blood Python’s hands trembled as he accepted the Yuan Condensing Elixirs, still unable to believe that a teenager in his teens could reach such an against-heaven level.
After all, he was just an ordinary Loose Cultivator and hadn’t seen any real geniuses.
In fact, within the Heavenly Position Academy, examples of Qi Condensation Realm reversing and killing those in the Origin Transformation Realm were not uncommon.
The Magnetic Condensation Realm is a very special realm.
Crossing the Magnetic Condensation Realm, True Qi transforms into Primordial Qi, which is a qualitative change.
But for so people, advancing with ten veins is the most common form of Origin Transformation Realm, while geniuses can open thirty, forty, or even more ridians.
According to legend, the limit that Martial Artists could open was ninety-nine ridians.
However, legends are, after all, legends.
Even Yaan Jinghong, who was called the “Empire Legend,” only opened seventy-two ridians to ascend to the Origin Transformation Realm.
Ling Feng smiled faintly, “I’m only eighteen years old.”
Upon hearing this, Blood Python took in a breath of cold air, eighteen years old…
When he was eighteen years old, he seed to have a hard ti dealing with Second-level Demonic Beasts.
To compare oneself with another is to court despair!
Soon, Ling Feng and Little Li gathered the other team mbers together.
Ling Feng displayed his exceptional dical skills once again.
With just a few acupuncture treatnts from him, everyone was almost completely recovered, which was even more effective than any Spiritual Elixirs.
These iron-blooded n, much more straightforward than those who plotted against each other in the sects, didn’t alienate Ling Feng because of his strength and still called him “Little Feng” with great affection.
Night fell.
The Hunting Blade Team did not rush to continue their journey.
This Cold Pond was the territory of the Extre Cold Ice Flood Dragon, so other Demons seldom ca to harass them.
Relatively speaking, it was much safer.
It was a good opportunity to rest and adjust, and also to deal with the corpse of the Extre Cold Ice Flood Dragon.
Apart from the Demon Core, Ling Feng took nothing else.
After all, this Ice Flood Dragon had not evolved into a Jiao Long, and the materials from its body didn’t have a high dicinal value.
Quickly, the team set up a temporary base by the Cold Pond and started a bonfire.
Within the Sea and Sky Barrier, although no Sun and Moon could be seen, by night, the blue light that eclipsed the sky from the tops of the Ancient Trees beca dim and invisible, faintly resembling a sky full of stars.
The mbers of the Hunting Blade Team had survived death, and naturally felt great gratitude towards Ling Feng.
They sat on the ground, took out dry food and wine, gathered around the bonfire, and started talking about everything under the stars.
At first, their conversation remained normal, discussing why they beca Hunters and the like.
Later on, that guy called Lonely Wolf, perhaps drunk, began to describe an adventure when he passed by a small town and his erotic encounter with the coquettish landlady.
After that, the topics of these rough n began to beco indecent.
Being n who live by the sword, their speech was naturally blunt, and they didn’t care that there were two won, Red Fox and Little Li, in attendance, speaking openly about how lascivious so widows are, or how skilled the courtesans in certain cities are.
Red Fox, however, was fine, sitting aside with a cold expression and not participating in the n’s discussion.
But Little Li was still a maiden untouched by n.
How could she endure such explosive topics?
She huffed and turned her head away, covering her ears and frowning, her gaze unconsciously looking towards Ling Feng.
At that mont, Ling Feng was sitting cross-legged by the Cold Pond, silently circulating the “Xuanyuan True Technique” with a faint light flowing around his body.
Seeing Ling Feng’s concentrated appearance, admiration flashed in Little Li’s beautiful eyes, and she found herself unable to look away: So, this pretty boy is actually quite handso…
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