Martial Arts Overlord

The bright moon hangs high, surrounded by the stars.

The vast ocean reflects the glowing moon, rising and falling with the waves.

Swish!

Sound of the waves breaking, Luo Feng steps on the dry wooden trunk, controlling Yuan Qi to burst out from behind the trunk.

Under the impact, the dry wood seems like an arrow leaving the string, carrying Luo Feng and Ling Qingwu through the waves, creating a huge water vortex behind.

"Quickly follow them."

Behind, the remaining dozens of martial artists, seeing Luo Feng and Ling Qingwu suddenly accelerating, dared not slack off and hurriedly followed along.

After several changes earlier, they realized the two in front seem to have an instinctual awareness of danger, able to detect demon beasts ahead, allowing them to avoid many dangers by following.

Luo Feng ignored the people behind, released his soul power, not missing any movement around, carrying Ling Qingwu, braving the wind and waves, moving forward.

The sea truly deserves its reputation as a perilous place; under the sensing of soul power, Luo Feng detected countless dangerous auras lurking in the water along the way.

Among them, there are a few auras that even made him shiver, likely beings surpassing the True Yuan Realm.

Luo Feng couldn’t help but tense up, carefully controlling the dry wood to dodge these dangers whenever possible, and directly suppressing small groups of demon beasts with Grand Momentum.

Intimidated by the Grand Momentum, low-level demon beasts dared not approach at all; occasionally, high-level demon beasts blocking the way were cut into two parts by him, staining the water’s surface with blood.

"This is just the ocean’s outskirts; it’s said that from the Canglang Dynasty to the North Sea Ice Palace spans half of the endless sea; even True Yuan Realm martial artists cannot fly across..."

Looking at the vast sea cloaked in night, Luo Feng thought of Bing Ruolan and the promise he made.

Since parting with Bing Ruolan in Azure Sky City, unknowingly, it’s been almost a year, with only a year left until the agreed day to go to the Ice Palace.

"This time I will definitely seize the position of the leader among the new top ten dragons and walk out of the Canglang Dynasty."

Thinking of the figure that appeared in his dreams several times, Luo Feng clenched his fists, his gaze involuntarily sharpening, even his breathing became more rapid.

"Luo Feng, what’s wrong with you?"

Ling Qingwu sensed the change in Luo Feng’s aura and thought something happened, prompting her to ask.

Luo Feng came back to his senses, shook his head and smiled:

"Nothing, just recalling some past events. Qingwu, stand firm; I’m going to accelerate."

Crash crash crash crash crash...

With the end of his words, Luo Feng stirred up Yuan Qi, the dry wood once again accelerated, tearing through the sea with a massive water wave, moving at lightning speed.

"This kid has yet to reach his limit; is he human or ghost?"

"This person’s Qinggong realm is terrifying! Carrying someone, the speed can still be so fast. Moreover, it seems his Yuan Qi hasn’t depleted much."

"Unbelievable, I’m at the late stage of the Four Spirit Rotations Realm, just one level difference, how can the disparity be so great. Are all Golden Palace disciples such prodigies?"

Witnessing this scene, the martial artists following behind were dumbfounded, as if they’ve seen ghosts.

Suddenly, someone asked the group: "How much Yuan Qi do you have left?"

Hearing this, everyone’s face changed, yet none chose to speak first.

Finally, someone stammered: "I have less than thirty percent of Yuan Qi left."

"I also have only two to three percent left."

"Same here."

"I’m at the late stage of the Four Spirit Rotations Realm, with less than twenty percent left."

Initially, everyone hesitated due to pride, unwilling to speak first; once someone took the lead, voices arose one after another.

Those lacking cultivation were mostly killed by demon beasts along the way; the remaining are at the peak of Eight Spirit Rotations Realm or Four Spirit Rotations Realm martial artists, each with a similar situation, only two to three percent Yuan Qi remaining, the best case is no more than forty percent.

Swish!

The fair-skinned martial artist who spoke first stopped, watching Luo Feng and Ling Qingwu’s receding figures, with a heavy expression:

"I’m not going to Group Dragon Island."

Upon hearing this, others also halted.

The fair-skinned martial artist said: "The young one is right; we shouldn’t have followed rashly. I now have less than three percent Yuan Qi left, the road ahead is even more perilous, and we must pass through the Gale Extreme Domain, consuming more. If we proceed, sooner or later we will deplete Yuan Qi and face demon beasts, leaving us here forever."

Everyone’s face turned unsightly; all present are veteran martial artists, naturally understanding this reasoning.

"What should we do now? In our current state, we can’t return to Sky Water Port." Someone asked.

This moment, everyone regretted in their hearts, wishing they had listened to Luo Feng earlier and not ventured into the endless ocean heedlessly.

The fair-skinned martial artist glanced at everyone and said:

"I actually have a solution. I possess a Spirit Pill that rapidly restores Yuan Qi; we can rest here for half a stick of incense time, then form a large formation and return the way we came; as long as we don’t encounter fierce demon beasts, we should safely return to Sky Water Port."

"Is this true?"

Originally in despair, everyone showed surprise.

The fair-skinned martial artist spread his hand, several bottles of Spirit Pills appeared in his palm: "Life is at stake; why would I lie? This is a fifth-grade low-quality Spirit Pill, the Regeneration Awakening Pill. After taking it, within half a stick of incense time, it should restore our Yuan Qi to about fifty percent."

"You won’t give away this Spirit Pill for free, right?" Someone sneered.

The fair-skinned martial artist chuckled and said: "Naturally. However, we are all friends when traveling, especially in times of crisis, so I’ll do a little favor. One pill, two hundred thousand second-grade Yuan Stones."

"A fifth-grade low-quality Spirit Pill for three hundred thousand second-grade Yuan Stones! Why not just rob!"

The speaking martial artist showed anger.

A fifth-grade low-quality Spirit Pill’s true value is merely several thousand second-grade Yuan Stones; the price has multiplied!

Others also looked displeased; some even showed icy expressions; if not mindful of the fair-skinned martial artist’s late-stage Four Spirit Rotations Realm, exceptional strength, they might have already acted, killing and stealing.

The fair-skinned martial artist flipped his palm, making the Spirit Pill disappear from his hand, saying calmly:

"This is life-saving stuff; once used, it’s gone. If you think Yuan Stone is more important than life, you can choose not to buy; I, Ge don’t force."

Everyone fell silent; though knowing he’s increasiiwng prices, these words are brutally honest.

"Damn, it’s just two hundred thousand second-grade Yuan Stones! I’ll buy!"

"Exactly, compared to life, what are Yuan Stones?"

"Brother Ge, you’re quite the businessman; admiringly! Give me one."

In a moment, everyone reluctantly took out Yuan Stones to purchase Spirit Pills, then ingested them, beginning to adjust their breathing.

With dozens of Spirit Pills sold, the fair-skinned martial artist instantly earned several million second-grade Yuan Stones, feeling great, and secretly grateful to Luo Feng. Looking at Luo Feng and Ling Qingwu’s disappearing direction, he sighed:

"Those two disciples of the Golden Palace have remarkable cultivation and are formidable in Qinggong realm, surely elite disciples of the Golden Palace; I wonder who they are."

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