Martial Arts Overlord

"You’ve traveled a long way. Get some proper rest; I’ll head back first."

With a word of farewell, Yan Feihua was about to leave. Luo Feng’s earlier insight on a Martial Artist’s cultivation mindset had untied the knot that had long been lodged in his heart, and he intended to take advantage of this lingering state to carefully digest it.

"Oh right, junior brother, you should already know about Lu Xiao Yun breaking through to the True Yuan Realm."

Thinking of something, Yan Feihua added, "In the last New Dragon Ranking Tournament, Lu Xiao Yun placed third on the New Dragon Ranking; his strength is anything but ordinary. Now that he’s broken through to the True Yuan Realm, who knows what level he’s reached. Since you’re going to cross blows with him, you must be mentally prepared. There are still a few days before the New Dragon Ranking Tournament; you’d best try to冲击 the True Yuan Realm, otherwise when you run into him then..."

Yan Feihua’s tone paused; he did not continue, but his meaning could not have been clearer. If Luo Feng did not break through to the True Yuan Realm, his chances of victory upon meeting Lu Xiao Yun would be slim, perhaps nonexistent.

"Thank you for the reminder, senior brother. I know what I’m doing."

Luo Feng smiled faintly. There was no need to explain too much now. When the New Dragon Ranking Tournament arrived, victory and defeat would speak for themselves.

Seeing Luo Feng so composed, Yan Feihua’s eyes flashed, and a quiet respect arose in his heart.

He himself had merely failed to冲击 the True Yuan Realm and had already lost his edge, nearly falling into a Heart Demon. Compared with Luo Feng, the difference was obvious at a glance.

"Very well, then I’ll take my leave."

Yan Feihua turned and left without further words.

Luo Feng watched Yan Feihua depart. After a moment’s thought, he did not enter Panlong Residence to rest, but instead headed straight down the mountain.

Passing row after row of buildings, Luo Feng walked straight out of Linglong Hall, performed Sky Cloud Step, and swept through the air to the skies above Yao Light Lake.

From what he currently knew, among the candidates participating in this New Dragon Ranking Tournament, there were already four experts in the True Yuan Realm.

Aside from Lu Xiao Yun, the other three were the Sword Hall Disciple "Jian Wuji"; the Yuangang Hall Disciple "Yu Bufan"; and that Blood Flower Tower genius assassin "Leng Feifan," whom he had once met in Red Mysterious City.

There were already four Martial Artists in the True Yuan Realm; one could well imagine how intensely the struggle for the top ten New Dragons in this New Dragon Ranking Tournament would unfold!

Though Luo Feng had confidence in his own strength, he did not dare be careless and did not wish to waste time. He decided to devote these three days entirely to cultivation, striving to raise his strength by yet another level.

Mists steamed over Yao Light Lake, immortal air thick in the surroundings. After leaving Linglong Hall, Luo Feng flew straight north, streaking several hundred li through the clouds in one breath.

At last, he spotted a small island upon the lake.

Calling it an island was generous; it was merely a chunk of rock a few dozen meters across, bare and barren, with several unknown Demon Beasts sprawled upon it, resting.

"This place will do."

Luo Feng halted above the island, released a thread of Grand Momentum, his gaze as sharp as blades as he looked down.

Caw...

Swept by Luo Feng’s gaze, the Demon Beasts below trembled all over with fright, let out hoarse cries like night crows, then turned and dove into the water, throwing up plumes of spray and vanishing without a trace in the blink of an eye.

Luo Feng chuckled, his figure flickering as he appeared on the island.

"Three days. I need to push Demon Form Technique to a fifty-percent Demon Qi release."

With the aid of the Demon Cloud Fruits, Luo Feng’s Demon Form Technique had progressed at a breathtaking pace these past few days. The fifth flaming fox tail was faintly showing signs of condensing; when it did, he would be able to complete a fifty-percent Demon Qi release.

As an Earth-rank secret technique, combined with the extremely pure and overbearing Demon Qi of the Nine-Tailed Demon Fox that Luo Feng had refined, the power of Demon Form Technique could only be described as terrifying. Every ten-percent increase in Demon Qi release was enough to let his strength undergo a qualitative leap in a short span.

Back in the Red Flame Desert, when Luo Feng slew a Martial Artist in the True Yuan Realm, Demon Form Technique had contributed greatly.

If he could achieve a fifty-percent Demon Qi release, then at the New Dragon Ranking Tournament, Demon Form Technique would definitely become a fearsome trump card. Once unleashed, defeating opponents whose cultivation was a whole level above his own would be no problem.

Huff...

He drew in a deep breath. The cold, moist vapors cooled Luo Feng’s mind. At once he took out a Demon Cloud Fruit and began cultivating, his eyes slowly closing as he set about practicing Demon Form Technique.

Under Luo Feng’s urging, the Nine-tail Helix within his Dantian gradually spun faster. The surging crimson Demon Qi around it contracted and expanded, and from within there faintly came waves of roars—vast, savage, as though some peerless fiend was being nurtured inside.

...

Red Flame Desert.

Deep within the desert, a colossal rift sliced across the sands, stretching beyond the limits of sight, as if it had cleaved the entire desert clean in two.

Below the rift, all was crimson; one could see red magma roiling within. From time to time, a bubble would burst, sending up a towering wave of fire dozens of zhang high. The searing heat had baked the sand walls on both sides into crystal.

At this moment, a figure stood above the churning magma.

The figure wore a cyan brocade robe and looked to be in his forties. Hands clasped behind his back, he stood on the void. His tall frame exuded a scholarly air, yet there was also a faint aura of immovable mountain, of coiled dragon and crouching tiger—a natural majesty that inspired awe. This was none other than the City Lord of Dayang City, Yang Dingtian.

Pop!

Suddenly, a large bubble burst within the magma below, and from it surged a dark red breath.

The dark red breath was as thick as a water barrel, extremely overbearing and sinister. The moment it appeared, the surrounding temperature soared by a large margin. Even the air was scorched into crackling explosions, and in the blink of an eye it coalesced into a humanoid flame.

Wooo, wooo, wooo...

The hollow eyes of the humanoid flame stared at Yang Dingtian as it let out a chilling, eerie laugh and lunged toward him.

Yang Dingtian snorted coldly. Red light burst from his palm as he pressed down at the void.

Bang!

A crimson Palm Gang crashed downward. The resulting turbulence in the air shook the magma below into towering, terrifying waves. With a shrill scream, the humanoid flame was ground into nothingness by the palm force.

"For the Evil Qi in this Red Shura Gorge to actually give birth to a trace of Spirit Wisdom—how extraordinary."

Exhaling a mouthful of turbid air, Yang Dingtian waved his hand. The raging currents around him instantly stilled. His gaze sharpened as he looked downward.

In the midst of the rolling river of magma, a young woman sat cross-legged.

The young woman’s black hair cascaded like a waterfall, her figure alluring. Her peerlessly beautiful face, bathed in the glow of the flames, shimmered with a hazy radiance. She wore a rainbow-hued dress condensed from Yuan Qi, like a celestial maiden descended to the mortal world, carrying a charm that could intoxicate the heart. Just so, she sat cross-legged within the magma.

This was the Linglong Hall Inner Sect Disciple, one of the Shuang Jiaoyang—"Fire Proud Sun," Yang Wanyi.

At this moment, Yang Wanyi’s eyes were half closed, her delicate brows tightly knitted, her rosy lips pressed together, as though she was desperately enduring something.

Wooo, wooo, wooo, wooo, wooo...

Around her, one humanoid flame after another weaved back and forth, their mouths emitting waves of soul-shaking, mournful howls.

There were hundreds of these humanoid flames, and as more bubbles burst around them, their number continued to climb, blotting out the sky like a mass of crimson firecloud, completely encircling Yang Wanyi.

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