Martial Arts Overlord

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!...

As Luo Feng’s gaze fell on the surface of the sea, heaven and earth suddenly shook violently, a thunder-like rumbling rolling in from all directions.

The originally tranquil sea suddenly churned up one gigantic bubble after another, the entire surface boiling like a cauldron.

The next instant!

Dazzling radiance flared abruptly as milky-white pillars of light rose from the twelve platforms.

Each platform had two pillars of light; some were as large as small mountains, some only the size of houses, soaring straight into the clouds, punching gaping holes through the white clouds in the sky.

"Dragon Raising Head is about to begin..."

Yan Feihua drew a deep breath and blurted out.

Even the usually rough-and-carefree Yan Hu had his eyes wide at this moment, face full of shock as he stared at the heaven-and-earth phenomenon before him.

At this time, the sun rose to the zenith; the twenty-four pillars of light, as if drawn by an invisible force, all converged toward the sea’s center.

Hum!

The instant the twenty-four light pillars merged into one, an incomparably blinding radiance erupted. At the center of the sea appeared a circular light pillar over ten li thick.

The circular pillar of light shimmered with seven-colored brilliance, slowly spiraling, as if something were about to bore its way out from within.

Crash, crash, crash...

Affected by the light pillar, the waters of the entire sea region surged violently, transforming into a massive vortex. Torn by the currents, the sea roared with wild winds; the entire small island quivered subtly, the force palpable.

"Dragon Raising Head has begun. I wonder how many will be able to hold out to the end."

"This year’s Yuan Qi riot is fiercer than in past years. I’m afraid many people will be eliminated this time."

Staring at the sea that had turned into a vortex, everyone’s expressions were shaken as they discussed among themselves.

"These are Yuan Spirit Veins..."

Luo Feng looked at the pillars rising from the platforms, slightly surprised.

He found that each of these pillars contained terrifying heaven-and-earth Yuan Qi, extremely similar to the Fake Spiritual Vein he had once seen, yet even stronger—this was a true Yuan Spirit Vein.

"That’s right."

Beside him, Ling Qingwu nodded and explained:

"These are all Yuan Spirit Veins. It’s said that the entire True Martial Continent rests atop a colossal Yuan Spirit Vein; that’s why places where Yuan Spirit Veins exist are called the Land of Luck. However, this so-called ’luck’ is too vague and illusory. If it were just for contending over luck, there’d be no need to make such a fuss as to hold the New Dragon Ranking Tournament."

Ling Qingwu gazed at the violently spiraling sea and continued:

"The ancient large Yuan Spirit Vein beneath Group Dragon Island, although already in its twilight years, can still spawn some small Yuan Spirit Veins every year. Besides vying for that illusory luck, the New Dragon Ranking Tournament is also a struggle over these Yuan Spirit Veins."

"Competing for Yuan Spirit Veins? Could it be that the New Dragon Ranking was set up for this?" Luo Feng mused.

Ling Qingwu nodded and said, "Every year, Group Dragon Island gives rise to twenty-four small Yuan Spirit Veins. However, their quality varies. The New Dragon Ranking Tournament exists to decide the ownership of these Yuan Spirit Veins. Each of the top ten New Dragons has decision rights over two Yuan Spirit Veins, and in order of their ranking from high to low, their respective Golden Palaces may choose Yuan Spirit Veins first. As for the remaining four Yuan Spirit Veins, they’re allocated based on the number of people a Palace has on the New Dragon Ranking."

"So that’s how it is."

Luo Feng nodded.

No wonder Shui Qingcheng had said that the New Dragon Ranking Tournament’s results were extremely important both to the individual and to the Golden Palace.

The more Yuan Spirit Veins a Golden Palace’s mountain gate possessed, the denser its Yuan Qi would be, and the more its disciples’ cultivation would yield twice the result with half the effort.

One could say that the number of Yuan Spirit Veins directly determined the overall strength of a Golden Palace.

Swish, swish, swish, swish...

At this moment, disciples of the Golden Palaces were continuously leaping into the surging vortex.

Yan Feihua rose and said, "Senior Brother Luo Feng, let’s go down as well. Dragon Raising Head is the first round of the New Dragon Ranking Tournament. Only those who manage to endure within this vortex until the main island appears are qualified to take part in tomorrow’s official competition. Otherwise, they’ll be eliminated on the spot."

"Oh? Sounds fun. I’ll go try!"

When Yan Hu heard Yan Feihua’s words, his eyes shone; with a leap, he landed on the back of the crimson giant tiger and laughed loudly to Luo Feng, "Luo Feng, I’ll go on ahead!"

Roar!

The crimson giant tiger let out a bellow and plunged headlong into the waters. Its ferocious power blasted up a massive column of water as it carried Yan Hu charging through the vortex.

Luo Feng showed a wry smile and was just about to enter the vortex together with Yan Feihua and the others.

Rumble...

Suddenly, a peal of thunderous noise came from the southern sky.

Luo Feng’s heart stirred; he immediately looked up into the sky, and his eyes lit up at once. "Waner is here!"

"Junior Sister?"

Yan Feihua and the others were briefly taken aback, and they all turned to look.

In the southern sky, a swathe of crimson blazed; a vast fire cloud shot toward this side, thunderbolts crackling one after another, its momentum astonishing.

"What shocking presence. I wonder who it is?"

For a time, everyone’s attention was fixed on that fire cloud.

Whoosh!

The fire cloud moved with lightning speed; in the blink of an eye, it reached the sky above Group Dragon Island.

Circling once, the fire cloud suddenly drew a crimson trajectory in the void and descended beside Luo Feng. With a booming spread, a tall, alluring figure stepped out from within.

The newcomer’s black hair cascaded like a waterfall; her figure was voluptuous and fiery, a flaming-red dress spilling to the ground. In the void around her, faint threads of crimson flame flickered, and under the glow of the firelight, her pretty face shimmered with a hazy radiance, exuding a captivating charm.

"Senior Sister Yang Wanyi!"

"Senior Sister!"

The nearby Linglong Hall disciples, seeing who had arrived, all broke into delighted smiles and went up to greet her.

Yang Wanyi gave a slight nod, her beautiful eyes sweeping once over Luo Feng, then walked toward Shui Linglong. "Second Hall Master, elders, Yang Wanyi is late."

"It’s good that you’re here."

Shui Linglong smiled as she sized up Yang Wanyi, then showed a hint of surprise. "Yang Wanyi, you’ve broken through to the peak of the Ninth Level of the Spiritual Rotation Realm?"

Yang Wanyi nodded lightly and smiled. "I only broke through a few days ago."

At these words, the nearby Linglong Hall disciples all looked at each other, and even Yan Feihua and Ling Qingwu were somewhat astonished.

When Yang Wanyi had left Linglong Hall, she had only been at the Seventh Level of the Spiritual Rotation Realm. Now she was already at the peak of the Ninth Level. Yan Feihua even had the illusion that the other party’s aura surpassed her own. Compared to this, even Luo Feng’s progress seemed less shocking; hers could only be called terrifying.

Luo Feng also fixed his gaze on Yang Wanyi. What he cared about was not Yang Wanyi’s cultivation, but something else.

After not seeing her for several months, Yang Wanyi had become somewhat different from before. He felt an extremely dangerous aura faintly emanating from her. Yet when he probed carefully, he found nothing, which was very strange.

Shui Linglong had also noticed the change in Yang Wanyi. That gradually fading crimson flame made even her feel a trace of danger. It was by no means ordinary; Yang Wanyi’s improvement in strength was likely far from as simple as it appeared on the surface.

She did not ask much more. Shui Linglong nodded and said:

"Very good. You all should go now; Dragon Raising Head is about to begin."

"Yes!"

Everyone answered in unison and turned to walk toward the edge of the platform.

Shui Linglong remained where she was, a look of expectation on her face.

Yang Wanyi, Yan Feihua, Xia Yunjing, and Luo Feng—Linglong Hall had four candidates this time with hopes of vying for a spot among the top ten New Dragons. Especially Luo Feng and Yang Wanyi—their true strength was something even she could not fully see through.

"I wonder what surprises you’ll bring me..."

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