Chapter 1088: Chapter 1085: Dead End, Nine Dragons Return Yuan
"Yes!"
The white-haired elder cupped his hands and was about to issue an order.
"Your Highness, Elder Yang!"
At this moment, a sound of wind breaking came from a distance, and three figures shot through the air like lightning.
The Crown Prince saw the three men’s panicked expressions and frowned, "What’s the matter?"
"Your Highness, Elder Lin... is dead."
The leading middle-aged martial artist gritted his teeth, took out the disfigured corpse of the black-faced martial artist, and placed it on the ground.
"Elder Lin!"
Both the Crown Prince and the white-haired elder’s expressions changed.
Whiz!
The white-haired elder instantly appeared beside the corpse, carefully examining it, then looked up with an extremely grim face, "Where did you find the body? Were there others nearby?"
"It was in a desolate mountain two hundred miles north from here, we didn’t see anyone else." The middle-aged martial artist shook his head.
The Crown Prince noticed the expression of the white-haired elder, and his face darkened, "Elder Yang, could it be..."
The white-haired elder stood up, glanced at the black-faced martial artist’s corpse, and nodded:
"There’s no mistake, it’s definitely Luo Feng. Elder Lin died no more than two hours ago, Luo Feng should still be in the Red Dragon Mountain Range."
Crack!
The ground beneath the Crown Prince’s feet cracked open with several fissures, and his eyes brimmed with murderous intent as he ordered the three in front of him:
"Gather everyone, I want to tear him to pieces!"
"Your Highness, you must not."
The white-haired elder stopped the Crown Prince, saying, "Luo Feng being able to kill Elder Lin means his strength is extraordinary. I’m afraid even if all of us here joined forces, we might not be able to capture him. Unless a True Yuan Realm expert were to step in..."
"How could it be... is his strength really that formidable?"
The Crown Prince was shocked. Half a year ago, Yi Tian fought with Luo Feng and he was only at the fifth level of the Spiritual Rotation Realm. In such a short time, the other party had already gained the strength to kill a top-tier Spiritual Rotation Realm martial artist!
The white-haired elder also found it somewhat hard to believe.
Elder Lin being killed by Luo Feng was an unexpected turn of events for him, but the brutal truth lay before him, leaving him no choice but to accept it.
From the wounds, it appeared that the fight between Luo Feng and Elder Lin didn’t last long, meaning that the gap in their strength was so wide that Elder Lin didn’t even have the chance to flee.
This young man is terrifying!
Involuntarily, the white-haired elder took a deep breath.
"Elder Yang, I don’t want to wait until the New Dragon Ranking Tournament."
The Crown Prince suddenly looked at the white-haired elder, his eyes profound, "Contact that True Yuan Realm friend of yours now and have him come to kill Luo Feng."
Luo Feng’s outstanding talent provoked a sense of jealousy in the Crown Prince’s heart, as well as fear. As long as this person remained, he would be a major threat.
The white-haired elder shook his head, "Your Highness, that friend is elusive in his whereabouts, and I don’t know where he is right now. Besides, by the time he arrives, Luo Feng will likely have left the Red Dragon Mountain Range."
After a pause, the white-haired elder continued:
"However, since Luo Feng is still in the Red Dragon Mountain Range, I have an idea that could ensure he never returns to Linglong Hall."
"What idea?" The Crown Prince asked eagerly.
The white-haired elder’s eyes flashed with a cold lustre, and he said:
"Last time when the Twelve Golden Halls hosted the hunting tournament together, the West Desert Demon Sect suffered heavy losses. It’s rumored that the map of the Demon Sect’s stronghold fell into Luo Feng’s hands. One could say he is the culprit behind it all. As long as we spread the news that Luo Feng is in the Red Dragon Mountain Range..."
The Crown Prince’s eyes lit up, "You’re suggesting using the hands of the Demon Sect to kill Luo Feng?"
"Exactly!"
The white-haired elder nodded, "Once they get this news, the people of the West Desert Demon Sect will definitely not sit idly by. At that time, Luo Feng will have no escape."
The Crown Prince showed a look of joy, clapped his hands, "Good! Let’s do it this way, Elder Yang, go make the arrangements immediately."
"Yes!"
The white-haired elder responded, and in a flash, vanished from the spot.
The Crown Prince sneered, "Luo Feng, no matter how capable you are, offending me is still a dead end!"
...
Luo Feng left the peak, using Sky Cloud Step to rush thirty to forty miles in one go, stopping under a waterfall formed of lava.
According to the map, this place should be a safe zone.
Rumble, rumble, rumble...
The lava waterfall was over a hundred meters wide and nearly a thousand meters high. The crimson magma fell down like a massive fire refining from the sky, striking into the canyon with thunderous roars, spraying fiery waves as high as dozens of meters, its power was astonishing.
"Such thick evil qi, no wonder there’s no trace of any demon beasts nearby."
Luo Feng’s face was illuminated crimson by the firelight. The scorching heat in the air made him feel somewhat restless.
In this sweltering hot wind, there existed not only a rich concentration of Fire Yuan Qi but also an aura of evil qi. If it were an ordinary person here, they would likely be consumed by the evil qi in an instant, losing their mind and transforming into a humanoid beast of madness.
Buzz!
Luo Feng exerted Grand Momentum, which could suppress ethereal forces, enveloping him and shielding him from the effects of the evil qi.
"This may be a perilous place for others, but for me, it’s a place of fortune."
Looking at the lava waterfall, Luo Feng smiled.
The Grand Momentum could suppress the void, thus the evil qi here had no effect on him. Instead, the abundant Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi was beneficial for his cultivation.
Taking a deep breath, Luo Feng faced the lava waterfall, sat down cross-legged, and began operating the Divine Dragon Nine Changes.
Roar...
The Yuan Qi began flowing following the path of the Divine Dragon Nine Changes, immediately transforming into numerous dragon formations, shuttling through his meridians.
Meanwhile, beneath the waterfall, the airflow around Luo Feng also transformed into dragon-shaped phantoms, a total of nine, yet one appeared particularly dim, as if it might shatter at any moment, oscillating between reality and illusion.
Roar, roar, roar, roar, roar...
The nine dragon-shaped phantoms writhed and roared with fury around him, matching the might of the adjacent lava waterfall, locking in a stand-off.
Time flowed away rapidly like the coursing red torrent.
A day passed, and Luo Feng opened his eyes, exhaling a long breath of turbid air.
Hiss!
The flow of air was uninterrupted, like a breath sword, piercing a circular hole through the distant lava waterfall.
Standing up, Luo Feng casually pressed a palm forward.
Bang, bang, bang...
The air trembled violently, bright red light burst forth, transforming into a tremendously condensed Palm Gang, piercing through the lava waterfall, leaving a giant palm mark that couldn’t reconnect for a long time.
"I’m still a step away from breaking through to the True Yuan Realm. However, there’s been progress in the Divine Dragon Nine Changes, the second transformation, Blood Soul Transformation, should soon reach the ninth level."
Retracting his hand, Luo Feng felt the newly condensed dragon-shaped phantom in his meridians, and his face lit up with delight.
As the Blood Soul Transformation advanced, the quality of the Yuan Qi within him had made a qualitative leap, far surpassing the average peak Nine-fold Spiritual Rotation Realm martial artist. Luo Feng estimated that with his current strength, defeating the black-faced middle-aged man could be done without using saber techniques; he could crush the opponent with the Sky Fire King Fist alone, and it wouldn’t take more than three punches.
But that’s just a part of it; give him a bit more time, and the Blood Soul Transformation will break through to the ninth level and cultivate into the Nine Dragons Return Yuan, enabling him to condense True Yuan.
By then, below the True Yuan Realm, his strength would be enough to sweep all opponents, even capable of fighting True Yuan Realm warriors.
"It’s time to return to the Golden Palace."
Calming his mind, Luo Feng looked up at the fierce sun in the sky, his figure flashed, and he vanished into the forest.
Originally, he intended to push the Blood Soul Transformation to the ninth level in one go, but out of concern for any changes that might arise on the way back to the Golden Palace that might cause him to miss the New Dragon Ranking Tournament schedule, he decided to continue cultivating along the journey.
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