Martial Arts Overlord

The scorching sun hung high, baking the vast earth.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Up in the azure sky, two figures streaked through the air, whipping up whirlwinds behind them.

"Luo Feng, Yang Wanyi is blessed by fortune; she should be fine. Who knows, she might already be on Group Dragon Island." Flying side by side with Luo Feng, Ling Qingwu glanced at him sidelong and spoke.

"I hope so."

Luo Feng nodded and asked, "Qingwu, we’ve been flying continuously for several hours. Do you want to rest a bit first?"

Ling Qingwu shook her head, raised her eyes to the blazing fireball hanging in the sky, and said, "There’s no time. We must reach Sky Water Port before sunset."

"Sky Water Port?"

"Mm. Group Dragon Island is an island, sitting in the boundless ocean at the Extreme North Land of the dynasty. To go there, we have to reach Sky Water Port first and take a ship. Tomorrow is the start of the New Dragon Ranking Conference. This afternoon, there’s still the last ship heading to the island. I hope we can catch it." Ling Qingwu had taken part in last year’s New Dragon Ranking Conference, and was familiar with every detail.

"Can’t we just use Qinggong and fly straight there?" Luo Feng couldn’t help asking.

Ling Qingwu pondered briefly, then said, "It’s not that we can’t, but it’s extremely dangerous. The sea is unfathomable, filled with countless terrifying Demon Beasts, and all kinds of extreme weather—peril everywhere. Also, Group Dragon Island is thousands of li from Sky Water Port. Even a first‑layer True Yuan Realm Martial Artist would exhaust all their Yuan Qi flying from the port to the island. There have been Spiritual Rotation Realm Martial Artists who tried; without exception, they all perished in the ocean."

Luo Feng nodded, glanced at Ling Qingwu, and said apologetically:

"Qingwu, I’m sorry. If I hadn’t insisted on waiting until yesterday, things wouldn’t have ended up like this."

The two of them had been in Dayang City waiting for news of Yang Wanyi, originally planning to wait two days before setting off for Group Dragon Island.

But during those two days, no news came at all. Luo Feng couldn’t set his mind at ease and kept waiting until the night of the third day, when he had no choice but to leave Dayang City with Ling Qingwu.

Ling Qingwu’s gaze flickered slightly; her face remained expressionless as she said, "Let’s go. We have to hurry."

Looking at Ling Qingwu’s back, Luo Feng smiled faintly; but he knew this was precisely Ling Qingwu’s way of doing things.

Bang!

Stepping on the void, Luo Feng’s figure suddenly accelerated, and together with Ling Qingwu he shot toward Sky Water Port like a storm wind and lightning.

The two of them pushed their speed to the limit, rushing on without pause. When the blazing sun sank toward the western sky, the moisture in the air suddenly grew thick, the sky wind was filled with a salty tang, and faintly they could hear a surging roar.

"Sky Water Port is just ahead."

Ling Qingwu’s expression stirred.

Luo Feng strained his eyes. At the edge of his vision lay a boundless ocean. Under the tint of the setting sun, the sea reflected a chilling golden light, its vast waves rolling on to the horizon.

Whoosh! Whoosh...

At this moment, the sound of wind‑breaking rang out all around, as figures shot toward a certain bay in tacit unison.

"What a big ship!"

Luo Feng glanced toward the bay and couldn’t help drawing in a light breath.

In the bay, a gigantic ship was moored.

The ship was over a hundred meters long and twenty zhang tall. At its bow was a dragon‑head sculpture; the hull was dark‑golden, carved with extremely intricate patterns, Mysterious Light shimmering upon it, giving no clue what material it was made of.

"Luo Feng, our luck’s not bad, the Dragon Boat hasn’t left yet..."

Seeing the ship, Ling Qingwu’s face lit with joy, but right then—

Gagaga...

A grating sound came, and the Dragon Boat moored in the bay suddenly began to turn its rudder. The two sides of the ship slowly unfolded, revealing a pair of enormous bone wings tens of meters long. At the same time, the patterns on the hull burst out with radiant light, and a water‑blue film rose from the keel, gradually wrapping the entire vessel.

Seeing this, Ling Qingwu’s face changed slightly. "Not good, the Dragon Boat is about to depart!"

Luo Feng hadn’t expected such bad timing either.

"Let’s go."

Without time to think, Luo Feng grabbed Ling Qingwu, his figure stretching out as he pushed Sky Cloud Step to the extreme, shooting toward the bay like lightning.

Hua...

Just as the two of them entered the bay, the Dragon Boat’s wings flapped once upon the water.

In an instant, wild winds raged, a hundred‑meter wave surged from the sea, and the Dragon Boat shot across the surface like an arrow loosed from the string, traversing more than a thousand meters in a blink. When they looked again, the hundred‑meter‑long ship was no bigger than a fist.

"So fast!"

Staring at the Dragon Boat vanishing at the horizon, Luo Feng was dumbstruck.

Ling Qingwu pressed her red lips together and said, "It’s useless. The Dragon Boat is a Spirit Ship left behind a thousand years ago by the Puppet Sect. Its speed can compare with a True Yuan Realm Martial Artist, and it can resist all attacks below a fifth‑layer Spiritual Rotation Realm Martial Artist. There’s no way we can catch up."

"Puppet Sect..."

Luo Feng’s eyes flashed as he thought back to when he had still been a student of Purple Sun School, and what had happened in the Secret Realm at the Puppet Sect ruins—the lion‑faced man, the monkey‑headed stone‑bodied monsters. Even now, the memories were vivid.

"We came one step too late. Without the Dragon Boat, how are we supposed to get to Group Dragon Island now?"

"Tch, this pisses me off. If those horse bandits hadn’t stopped me on the road, I wouldn’t have missed boarding. When I get back, I’ll wipe every last one of them out!"

"Sigh, looks like we can only wait till next year."

"This year’s New Dragon Ranking Conference is the grandest in a hundred years. There are already three True Yuan Realm experts, and even Disciples from Blood Flower Tower are taking part. A competition this spectacular doesn’t happen every year."

"Yeah, in past New Dragon Ranking Conferences, just one True Yuan Realm Martial Artist appearing would cause a huge stir. This year there are three. Just thinking about it gets my blood boiling. By next year, experts like Jian Wuji and Yu Bufan will both be turning twenty. It won’t be easy to see such outstanding genius Disciples clash again in the future."

"Damn it, let’s just fly over!"

"Go ahead. You want to die, I don’t..."

There were quite a few Martial Artists in the bay. Seeing the Dragon Boat fading into the distance, each wore a dejected look, and many cursed aloud.

Gazing at the vast green waves of the sea, Luo Feng said to Ling Qingwu, "Qingwu, do you know where Panlong Dragon Island is located?"

Ling Qingwu was stunned for a moment, then seemed to think of something and looked at Luo Feng:

"You want to cross the sea? That’s too dangerous. Even True Yuan Realm Martial Artists might fall on the way. We might as well wait here. When the Hall Master and the others realize we haven’t arrived, they should send someone to look for us."

Even a peak ninth‑layer Spiritual Rotation Realm Martial Artist couldn’t fly endlessly. Aerial Flight above the sea also required diverting attention to deal with dangers that could appear at any moment, which consumed a huge amount of strength. Once their Yuan Qi was exhausted, they would definitely be buried in the vast ocean.

"There’s also a chance they won’t send anyone."

A glint flashed in Luo Feng’s eyes as he took out a pill and swallowed it. He said to Ling Qingwu, "Don’t worry, I know what I’m doing. Hurry and restore your Yuan Qi. In fifteen minutes, we set out."

With that, Luo Feng walked to the side and closed his eyes to regulate his breathing.

He didn’t want to pin everything on something as illusory as luck. Besides, with his level in Qinggong, he was no worse than a True Yuan Realm Martial Artist; and he had Soul Power surpassing True Yuan Realm Martial Artists. Reaching Group Dragon Island safely was not impossible.

Ling Qingwu gave Luo Feng a look, hesitated slightly, then also swallowed a pill and began to regulate her breathing.

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