The blood-red sun sank in the west, dyeing the drifting clouds on the horizon a mysterious, pale gold.
The cool breeze carried the faint scent of fresh grass.
On the prairie, two figures, one in front of the other, cast long shadows in the sunlight.
Qing Ling walked ahead, each step careful and deliberate. She occasionally paused, lowering her head to gaze at the green, cloud-patterned shoes on her feet. Her clear eyes, like tranquil autumn waters, sparkled with a peculiar light, and her small face was radiant with delight.
Luo Feng followed slowly, his eyes narrowed slightly, a faint smile playing on his lips as he watched the young girl who frequently paused in her steps.
Quickening his pace, Luo Feng caught up and asked, "Qing Ling, how do they feel?"
Startled from her reverie, Qing Ling tilted her head, thought for a mont, and replied, "A bit warm, and a little itchy... but very comfortable..."
She looked up at Luo Feng, her red lips parting slightly as she asked, sowhat embarrassed, "Master, can Qing Ling really wear shoes all the ti from now on?"
"Mm."
Luo Feng reached out, ruffled Qing Ling’s small head, and said, "Let’s hurry. We need to reach the Imperial City before sunset."
Seeing Qing Ling so happy, and with only about a dozen miles left from Yellow Mountain Town to Azure Sky City, Luo Feng decided against using Qinggong and chose to walk instead.
"Okay," Qing Ling replied cheerfully. Noticing a fallen leaf on her shoe, she frowned slightly, gently brushed it off, and then, a smile returning to her face, hurried to catch up with Luo Feng.
Clutching the corner of Luo Feng’s robe, Qing Ling tilted her small face up and gazed at him adoringly, declaring, "Qing Ling wants to be with Master forever."
"Silly girl..."
Luo Feng chuckled, then suddenly stopped and looked back.
In the distance, dust plud into the air, signaling the rapid approach of sothing formidable.
Qing Ling sniffed the air, and a cold glint flickered in her eyes. "Master, it’s that young Wild tribe warrior from earlier."
Luo Feng nodded. Qing Ling was a mber of the Demon Eye Clan. Although she had not yet awakened her powers, her strength was already equivalent to a ridian Wheel Realm Level 8 Martial Artist, and her senses were remarkably sharp.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
As they spoke, the earth began to tremble. In the distance, two Red Fla Tigers and a tall figure were galloping towards them at breakneck speed.
The Red Fla Tigers’ hooves thundered across the ground, their speed like lightning. The young Wild tribe warrior kept pace beside them, his legs a blur, not only keeping up but even seeming to hold a slight edge.
The man and the two beasts ran side by side as if racing, kicking up a dust cloud over ten ters high—a truly spectacular sight.
He’s truly from the Wild tribe. Practically a humanoid beast...
Watching the young man, Luo Feng arched an eyebrow, a flicker of admiration in his heart.
The Wild tribe pursued the pinnacle of physical power, training their bodies from a young age.
It was rumored that a ten-year-old Wild tribe child could tear apart a Level 3 Demon Beast with their bare hands, their strength surpassing even that of ridian Wheel Realm Level 6 Martial Artists.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
The three figures sped towards them and halted before Luo Feng. The ground beneath them fractured with several large cracks from the sheer force of their arrival.
WHOOSH!
Luo Feng waved his hand, and a gust of wind swept away the dust.
The heavy thud of footsteps grew clearer as the young Wild tribe warrior and the two Red Fla Tigers strode over. The warrior looked at Luo Feng and grinned, saying, "Finally caught up with you. My na is Yan Hu, from the Tiger-head tribe of the Southern Forest Wild tribe."
Luo Feng frowned slightly, shielding Qing Ling behind him as he observed the newcor.
He was sixteen or seventeen years old, over two ters tall, and built like a small mountain. His exposed right arm bore a grueso claw mark over a foot long, so deep it looked as if it could have torn his arm apart. It was a startling sight.
"Are you looking for ?" Luo Feng asked, secretly gathering his Yuan Qi.
The two Red Fla Tigers were not a major concern, but a Wild tribe mber capable of controlling two top-grade Level 4 Demon Beasts certainly possessed strength exceeding Spiritual Rotation Realm Level 5 and could not be underestimated.
Yan Hu waved his large hands and said with a smile, looking at Luo Feng, "Don’t be so tense. I an you no harm."
Luo Feng remained silent, rely observing him.
Yan Hu exhaled and said, "I’ve hit a bottleneck in my cultivation. The elders in my tribe said that the Hundred Nations Territory is teeming with young geniuses, so I ca to see for myself and seek a chance for a breakthrough. But the so-called geniuses I t on the road couldn’t even take one hit from . They were hardly worth a glance."
Shaking his head, Yan Hu looked at Luo Feng, his eyes growing sowhat fervent as he smiled. "But you’re different. I sense sothing special about you. I want to fight you."
Luo Feng smiled wryly to himself. So that’s the reason.
"I accept your challenge." Since the other party proposed a fair challenge, Luo Feng naturally wouldn’t refuse. Moreover, it was rumored that the Wild tribe mbers possessed bodies as tough as refined steel. The Spiritual Transformation aspect of the Divine Dragon Nine Changes focused on altering a martial artist’s flesh and blood to achieve breakthroughs. Fighting this man might prove beneficial for his cultivation of the Divine Dragon Nine Changes.
"HAHAHAHA... Excellent! Straightforward!"
Hearing this, Yan Hu’s eyes blazed with fervent battle intent. He retreated several steps, his body shuddering. A sound like the rising and falling tide emanated from within him, growing rapidly in intensity, like a raging tempest.
Luo Feng’s eyes flashed with a strange light. That was the sound of Yan Hu’s blood and Qi circulating. He could hear it clearly even from this distance; Yan Hu’s blood and Qi were astonishingly powerful.
"Make your move."
Yan Hu stood his ground, looking at Luo Feng. An incredible aura gathered in his large eyes beneath his thick brows. He seed to transform into a ferocious beast poised to pounce on its prey—savage and valiant!
ROAR!
The two Red Fla Tigers beside him also roared, glaring nacingly at Luo Feng.
"Wait!"
Luo Feng hadn’t expected him to want to start imdiately. Shaking his head, he said, "I accept your challenge, but not right now."
"Why?" Yan Hu asked, puzzled. He had personally seen Luo Feng defeat the son of the Townlord Mansion in Yellow Mountain Town. That display of formidable power had left a deep impression on him, and he was itching for a match to see who was superior.
Luo Feng frowned and said, "A fight between us would be like two tigers battling; one is bound to be injured! I have an urgent matter to attend to in the next two days, and it requires my full concentration. How about we have our duel in ten days?"
Hearing this, Yan Hu slapped his forehead and burst out laughing. "HAHAHA... If you hadn’t ntioned it, I would have forgotten! In one day, it’s the life-and-death duel between Luo Feng and Yi Tian. I heard that this Luo Feng is only at Spiritual Rotation Realm Level 3, yet he dares to challenge Yi Tian, a Spiritual Rotation Realm Level 5 Martial Artist. That’s undoubtedly a case of a mantis trying to stop a chariot, simply courting death. Still, I like people with that kind of spirit. I absolutely must go see this duel and find out what kind of man this Luo Feng is. So, our duel will be in ten days!"
Hearing Yan Hu’s words, Luo Feng was at a loss for words. Is he praising or insulting ?
Yan Hu retracted his aura and said, "My uncle owns the South Mountain Tavern in the Imperial City. I’ll be staying there for a while. You can find there in ten days."
"Alright." Luo Feng nodded.
Yan Hu glanced around, then looked at Luo Feng with an embarrassed smile and asked, "By the way, where are we? If I want to get to the Imperial City, which way should I go?"
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