Martial Arts Overlord

A Martial Artist of the Spiritual Rotation Realm can defeat a Martial Artist of the True Yuan Realm head-on!

If anyone else knew what Luo Feng was thinking, they would definitely think he’d gone mad.

But Luo Feng didn’t see it that way.

The greatest gap between a Spiritual Rotation Realm Martial Artist and a True Yuan Realm Martial Artist lies in the difference in the level of their Yuan Qi.

With the same Martial Arts, a Spiritual Rotation Realm Martial Artist can execute it once, while a True Yuan Realm Martial Artist can execute it dozens or even hundreds of times, and with far greater power! Precisely because of this, everyone naturally believes that when a Spiritual Rotation Realm Martial Artist encounters a True Yuan Realm Martial Artist, there is absolutely no chance of victory.

Only, Luo Feng is different.

He had eighteen Spirit Rotations in his body, gifted beyond compare, and after cultivating the second change of the Divine Dragon Nine Changes, Blood Soul Transformation, and the third change, Cloud Dragon Transformation, although he had yet to break through to the True Yuan Realm, whether in terms of the quality or the density of his Yuan Qi, he was already close to a true True Yuan Realm Martial Artist. The dragon-shaped True Yuan in his Dantian had also expanded several times. As for actual combat strength, it was very likely he had already surpassed a first-layer True Yuan Realm Martial Artist.

Of course, this was only his speculation. Whether it was true or not could only be known through actual combat.

Sha sha sha...

A faint, almost inaudible sound of footsteps drifted over with the wind.

The shocking commotion from just now had drawn quite a few Demon Beasts. These Demon Beasts watched from afar, but didn’t dare approach.

The youth before them looked frail and weak, yet the faint aura emanating from his body was terrifying, making these bloodthirsty and ferocious Demon Beasts instinctively feel a hint of danger. Unwilling to just leave, they lingered at the mouth of the valley.

Luo Feng swept a glance over the Demon Beasts at the valley entrance and saw that most were low-level Demon Beasts. The strongest among them was only an eighth-level Demon Beast, a Tiger-Striped Iron Feathered Pigeon. His gaze flickered, and he directly activated the Demon Form Technique.

Buzz!

In an instant, his eyes turned into blood-red vertical pupils. His entire body was wrapped in crimson flame-like Demon Qi, which condensed behind him into four flaming fox tails. The aura he exuded felt as if some ancient ferocious beast had awakened.

Wuu wuu wuu wuu wuu wuu...

The Demon Beasts at the valley entrance let out wails. Even that Tiger-Striped Iron Feathered Pigeon was so frightened by the aura radiating from Luo Feng that it crouched on the ground, trembling all over. In the end, unable to bear the immense pressure, it flapped its wings once and shot into the clouds, disappearing without a trace.

The other Demon Beasts no longer dared to linger. They scattered in all directions and vanished without a trace in the blink of an eye.

Luo Feng smiled and didn’t give chase. Instead, he found a clean patch of ground, sat down cross-legged, and prepared to cultivate the Demon Form Technique.

From what Uncle Qiu had said, to accomplish Grand Momentum, effort alone was not enough; one also needed opportunity. For now, the thing most likely to improve was the Demon Form Technique.

The last time in the Red Flame Desert, when faced with life and death, although the Demon Form Technique had broken through to the second stage, it was not complete. Up to now, Luo Feng could at most condense four flaming fox tails. There was still a great distance between this and the sixty-percent Demon Qi release of the full second stage.

Luo Feng was not surprised by this. A breakthrough made on the battlefield had an unstable foundation and was often riddled with flaws. To fully cultivate the complete second stage of the Demon Form Technique, he would have to slowly refine and improve it himself.

Focusing his mind inward, Luo Feng immediately began circulating his Yuan Qi according to the cultivation method of the Demon Form Technique.

Roar roar roar...

As the Yuan Qi circulated, the Nine-tail Helix in his Dantian began to burst forth with streams of dazzling fiery light. A series of domineering beastly roars erupted from it, and within the crimson light one could faintly see an extremely dim phantom of a Nine-Tailed Demon Fox raising its head to the sky and howling.

Time flowed past like the stream in the valley, swiftly slipping away.

The night passed.

Hoo...

When the eastern sky began to pale, Luo Feng opened his eyes and slowly let out a breath.

Buzz!

Activating the Demon Form Technique, dazzling flames shot up into the sky, and four enormous flaming fox tails appeared behind him.

"An Earth-rank secret technique really is difficult to cultivate. The only reason I managed to break through to the second stage was because I was driven to my limits between life and death. To completely cultivate the second stage of the Demon Form Technique is nowhere near that simple..."

Luo Feng gave a wry smile. After a whole night of cultivation, the Demon Form Technique had not progressed in the slightest.

Looking at his own blood-red vertical pupils reflected in the water, Luo Feng muttered to himself:

"The Demon Form Technique was originally meant to be cultivated with the Demon Qi of the same type of Demon Beast. This Nine-tail Helix can indeed generate Demon Qi on its own, but the speed is extremely slow. Perhaps I can look for fox-type Demon Beasts and absorb their Demon Beast essence blood; that should help with cultivating the Demon Form Technique..."

After pondering briefly, Luo Feng shook his head and withdrew his aura.

As for finding a Nine-Tailed Fox Demon, he had never even considered it. The Nine-Tailed Demon Fox was one of the twelve Heavenly Demons of the East Ridge Demon Region, a hegemon whose status could be mentioned in the same breath as the Palace Master of the North Sea Ice Palace. Targeting it would be nothing short of seeking his own death.

"Forget it. There are only ten days left until the New Dragon Ranking Tournament. I’d better return to the Golden Palace first. I’ll study this slowly in the future."

Although Linglong Hall was not far from Group Dragon Island, it would still take some time to return there from here. If he delayed any longer, he might miss the date.

Putting on the black mask, Luo Feng used his Qinggong and shot off into the distance.

"Huh, such speed!"

The moment he executed Sky Cloud Step, Luo Feng immediately sensed the difference; the speed of Sky Cloud Step had increased by roughly ten percent. It seemed that after cultivating the second change of the Divine Dragon Nine Changes, Cloud Dragon Transformation, with the improvement in the quality of his Yuan Qi, his Qinggong had also advanced a step.

Whoosh!

Unleashing Sky Cloud Step to its fullest, Luo Feng’s figure shot forward like an arrow, splitting the air, streaking ahead with wind-and-thunder speed. The valley receded farther and farther behind him and soon disappeared from sight entirely.

...

Range after range of mountains stretched to the horizon, seemingly endless. The mountains were covered in bare rock, with scarce greenery. From time to time, a low beastly roar echoed from some unknown place, lending the area an air of desolate bleakness.

Whoosh!

A sharp sound of something cleaving the air rang out as a cyan-clad figure tore through the morning mist between the mountains, shooting forward. Though fast, his movements were somewhat staggering, as if he were drunk.

"Young Miss, I fear I won’t be able to hold on much longer. In a moment I’ll stay behind to block them. You must return to Red Mysterious City on your own. We’re only four or five Baili from Red Mysterious City. Just keep heading north, and you should arrive by nightfall."

The cyan figure was an old man in a blue robe, with white hair and beard. His right hand was wrapped in a Yuan Qi barrier, shielding a delicate girl of fourteen or fifteen. The face etched with the marks of age was now shifting through seven different colors, and as he spoke, blood continually overflowed from the corner of his mouth. This blood was also seven-colored and emitted a pungent stench.

The delicate girl’s face was deathly pale, her eyes misted with tears, yet her hands clung tightly to the old man’s robe as she shook her head and said:

"No! Grandfather Yun, it was my willfulness that insisted on you bringing me to the Red Flame Wasteland. I... how could I possibly leave on my own?"

At her words, an anxious look flashed in the blue-robed old man’s eyes as he hastily said, "Young Miss, those three are all top experts of the Spiritual Rotation Realm. Even at my peak, I might not be their match, let alone now that I’ve been poisoned by the Seven-color Poison-cloud Python... Young Miss, I’m doomed to die sooner or later. You staying will only drag things out. Hurry back to Red Mysterious City and report this to the Family Head so that he can avenge me in the future."

As he spoke, a look of regret surfaced on the blue-robed old man’s face. He had spent his whole life hunting birds, only to have his eyes pecked out by sparrows in the end. He had never thought that after running rampant through the rtiad for most of his life, he would still fall for such a trick and be poisoned.

Pfft!

At the swell of his emotions, the blue-robed old man’s breath hitched, and he spat out a mouthful of foul, bloody spit.

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