Sikong Yu wore a troubled expression. If the conflict hadn’t started, they might still be able to intervene, at least to prevent the situation from becoming unmanageable. But now, even if they stepped in to stop it, what use would it be?
Indeed, this man is a troublemaker, wherever he goes, trouble follows.
Ouyang Qiuhai looked bitter: "It’s over, it’s over, if my old man finds out about this, I’m done for."
The two won were at a loss, only able to watch as Du Yanran and Li Feng clashed, unsure of which way the battle would swing.
Seeing Du Yanran’s deadly move, Li Feng didn’t hesitate at all, grabbing the hilt of the King Sword and slashing down directly in front of him.
The Sword Qi infused with Domineering Thunder Fla ripped through the space in front, instantly shattering Du Yanran’s countless claw blades, sending a gust of chaotic wind sweeping in all directions. The shattered Sword Qi and blade edge also swept across the two, tearing apart the armor and clothes on their bodies.
However, as disciples of the Nine Layers Mountain, a strong physical body is fundantal, allowing the remnants of the Sword Qi to leave only minor blood marks as they separated once more.
"Ha, that was just an appetizer, now let show you the terror of the White Tiger Technique."
"White Tiger Transformation."
Du Yanran knew that conventional moves couldn’t defeat Li Feng, so he directly unleashed the ultimate move, the greatest secret of the White Tiger Technique, the White Tiger Transformation.
Although this White Tiger Transformation doesn’t activate the bloodline, it can still manifest so of the White Tiger’s might. Du Yanran’s aura suddenly shifted, releasing a ferocious and nacing aura, and his physical form also underwent subtle changes as he activated this transformation.
"Not good, it’s the White Tiger Hundred Changes."
Sikong Yu watched Du Yanran unleash his ultimate move with a slight change in expression. This White Tiger Transformation is a secret within the White Tiger Technique, a set that ideally should be perford in conjunction with the White Tiger Bloodline to fully express the true essence of the White Tiger Technique.
Because the Four Saint Techniques of the Nine Layers Mountain were originally created by earlier ancestors who comprehended the forms of the Four Holy Beasts. If combined with the bloodlines of the Four Holy Beasts, they could fully exert two hundred percent of their battle strength.
However, the past White Tiger Bloodline inheritance was annihilated due to betrayal of the Ancestor Dragon City, making it impossible for the White Tiger Technique to ever achieve its strongest state again.
Yet, even in re form, this technique remains formidable, as each of the Four Saint Techniques is an Earth Rank Technique.
Seeing Du Yanran’s upper body grow more robust with the White Tiger Transformation, his bones crackling, his fingers forming bone claws as sharp as Wolverine’s claws, he still maintained a human shape, but his aura was twice as imposing as before.
Suddenly, Du Yanran spread his arms wide, creating an invisible storm that expanded outward in a ring from his body.
White Tiger Domain.
The Western White Tiger governs wind, and as Du Yanran’s domain expanded, it swept in all directions. Even Sikong Yu and Ouyang Qiuhai standing in the distance had to use Protective True Gang to ward off the gusts.
"Roar."
Du Yanran unleashed a powerful tiger roar, sending a wave of sonic energy crashing towards Li Feng, affecting him with a Spiritual Shock. It seed as if the surrounding air resonated with the roar, causing dizziness.
Under the tiger roar’s assault, Du Yanran instantly appeared behind Li Feng.
Du Yanran raised his sharp claws, aiming at the center of Li Feng’s back.
Li Feng sensed the chilling wind at his back, and with a sudden roll, evaded the strike, the claws tearing into the Domineering Armor on his back, leaving a claw mark.
Rolling away from a critical hit, Li Feng felt a burning pain as he distanced himself from Du Yanran, who halted his pursuit, gazing at the Purple Fla igniting on his claw tips.
Du Yanran smirked coldly as his claws snapped and then visibly regrew.
"Hmph, let , the elder, teach you how to be a decent junior. Don’t think that having a bit of skill allows you to act recklessly."
After speaking, Du Yanran lightly tapped his toes, leaving an afterimage in place as a whirlwind surged beneath his feet. Within the White Tiger Domain, Du Yanran was like a god.
His speed was almost invisible to the naked eye due to its swiftness.
The White Tiger governs the West, embodies wind.
Du Yanran again appeared in a flash before Li Feng, the White Tiger Vajra Claw striking once more. However, this ti, Li Feng was not unprepared.
Vermilion Bird Wings erged from his back, wrapping around him instantly. As Du Yanran’s tiger claws pierced the Vermilion Bird Wings composed of Domineering Thunder Fla, flas spread like sinew.
Simultaneously, Li Feng’s overpowering aura surged outward, a wave of fla rippling toward Du Yanran.
Du Yanran grunted, forced to retreat, instantly reappearing several ters away, lifting his gaze toward the fire-enshrouded Li Feng.
Rising from a single kneel, Li Feng looked at Du Yanran: "Teaching ? You’re not qualified."
The Vermilion Bird Wings enveloping Li Feng flared open, their vibrant span stretching two ters wide, entirely composed of purple Flowing Fla, while Thunder Power flickered across the wings.
Seeing Li Feng’s Vermilion Bird Wings, Sikong Yu clenched her fists, deeply unbalanced in her heart, why?
As the Sikong family’s prodigy girl, already renowned on Earth List at the Fengyun Tower in her twenties, becoming a Flag Master within two years of being a Nine Layers Mountain disciple—none of the Sikong family n compared to her.
Yet now, a guy from the Lower Three Rings executed the Sikong family’s prided Vermilion Bird Bloodline flawlessly.
It’s known that these Vermilion Bird Wings are activated solely by inner Primordial Energy. In theory, the stronger the individual, the mightier the wings. Sikong Yu could only muster wings about a ter long, unsustainable in prolonged battle.
After all, these wings continually consu energy.
But even so, these were Sikong Yu’s favorite bloodline talent because they allowed her to fly.
Yet now, to see Li Feng casually outdo her proudest wings stirred envy, jealousy, and frustration.
"Such beautiful wings."
Ouyang Qiuhai also looked on in admiration.
Damn guy.
Hearing Ouyang Qiuhai’s infatuated mumblings, Sikong Yu gritted her teeth, that bloodline belonged to her family.
Li Feng gripped the King Sword, exuding domineering aura, a scent of Nine Layers Mountain’s Overlord Beasts clashing against Du Yanran’s White Tiger Domain.
Du Yanran’s expression shifted; his aura couldn’t overpower it. This guy’s not from the Lower Three Rings, how can he be so strong?
Initially confident of victory, Du Yanran now wavered; the White Tiger Transformation was just a technique, yet Li Feng wielded the Vermilion Bird Bloodline, a Bloodline Power.
One is form; the other, essence.
Du Yanran was now in a bind, unable to back down given the situation.
Even if his head split open, retreat was not an option.
Otherwise, his dignity would be forfeit.
"Fancy; White Tiger Roar."
"Roar."
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