Gain Divine Abilities by Eating, I Become Invincible by Eating

I never consider the defeated as my opponentAbove the sky, the Secret Realm door trembled slightly.

A white-robed figure emerged, black hair wild, posture tall and straight, eyes looking down in all directions, exuding an invisible aura of invincibility.

Who else could it be but Lin Dong?

Lin Dong was also speechless; he had just stepped out of the Secret Realm door when he heard someone wanting to kill him. Was it true that so many people wanted to kill him these days?

First, the Saint Fire Sect.

Then, an ambush at the volcano.

Now, an ambush at the Secret Realm exit.

When he clearly saw who was shouting, Lin Dong couldn’t help but smile, “Oh, it’s you, my defeated opponent?”

“You ran away that day. Instead of hiding properly, you dare to come out and shout?”

Lin Dong’s words completely exposed Little Peng King’s shame, making him furious and wishing he could suppress Lin Dong on the spot.

“Lin Dong, do you dare to fight me?”

“If you can defeat me, you can kill me or dismember me as you please!”

Lin Dong slightly sensed Little Peng King’s aura and smiled, “Oh, you’ve actually cut the Dao and become a King? It seems breaking through to the King Realm has given you confidence.”

“Fine!”

“I’ll give you a chance!”

“You will find that your so-called trump cards and confidence are all worthless!”

Lin Dong stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes looking down, his words filled with immense confidence, as if he didn’t even put Little Peng King in his eyes.

“Less nonsense!”

“Fight!”

Little Peng King shattered the Void Realm, and the might of a Demon King swept in all directions.

A giant claw, covering the sky, fiercely grabbed at Lin Dong, like a golden hook, as if it could tear apart the sun in the sky, intending to tear Lin Dong to shreds.

This strike caused many King Realm powerhouses present to change their expressions, admitting they couldn’t evade it.

This was the Golden Winged Great Peng Clan’s Supreme killing move, the Sun-Rending Golden Claw!

Little Peng King’s first move was so sharp, clearly intending to suppress Lin Dong with the force of a thunderbolt to restore his image in everyone’s hearts.

Boom!

However, facing such a terrifying strike, Lin Dong merely raised his hand and threw a punch. The punch light burst forth, and with incredibly terrifying pure Physical Body strength, he repelled Little Peng King.

Pfft!

Little Peng King spat blood, retreating a thousand zhang.

Hmm?

Lin Dong looked at Little Peng King’s golden claw: “Your palm is strange. Did you fuse a palm bone that doesn’t belong to you?”

“No wonder…”

“Otherwise, with your strength alone, you wouldn’t have been qualified to survive my punch.”

Lin Dong calmly activated his Dual Pupils, and could see that Little Peng King’s palm bone contained Saint might, covered in mysterious runes.

“How is that possible?”

Little Peng King said incredulously: “How could you have become so strong?”

Previously, when he fought Lin Dong, he could still exchange blows with Lin Dong.

But now, Lin Dong’s strength completely crushed him. Even if he was in the King Realm and his Bloodline and Physical Body had undergone transformation, it wasn’t enough.

If it weren’t for the Saint palm bone he fused, which bore most of the power, Lin Dong’s previous strike would have been enough to kill him.

“I don’t believe it!”

As a young Supreme, Little Peng King had his pride.

He originally didn’t want to use the Saint’s hand, but Lin Dong was truly too strong. Without the Saint’s hand, he really had no chance of winning.

“This is Saint’s might!”

“The Ninth Disciple of Thatched Cottage is finished!”

“When Saint might appears, how can we ordinary Cultivators be opponents?”

“Just a wisp of Qi is enough to suppress everything and sweep across the eight wastes!”

The surrounding Cultivators felt the aura emanating from Little Peng King and were all startled, retreating in fear of being affected.

Many people sighed, thinking Lin Dong was finished.

Caw!

A sharp cry echoed through heaven and earth, as if an Supreme Golden-Winged Great Peng had awakened. Saint might surged, and a giant golden claw covered in intertwined runes grabbed at Lin Dong.

“A Saint is indeed very strong.”

“But it’s not your power; it’s ultimately not yours!”

“Even if you use the power of others, you are still not my opponent.”

“A defeated opponent, I never consider as an opponent. I give you time to catch up, until you are too far to even see!”

Lin Dong was calm and composed. It was just a Saint’s hand bone, and he wasn’t without trump cards to deal with it. An ancient Sword Embryo appeared in his hand.

The Nameless Sword Embryo was not simple.

When the Saint Fire Sect’s flame saint treasure bottle shattered, the Nameless Sword Embryo, while he was fusing with the Emperor Flame, went to devour the fragments scattered throughout the volcano.

Its ancient sharpness became even more acute.

If it could devour Saint King weapon fragments, how could it lose to a mere Saint’s palm bone?

With one sword strike, the ancient and unadorned Sword Embryo burst forth with dazzling, immeasurable light, cutting open heaven and earth, and instantly severed one of Little Peng King’s claws.

“Buzz!”

The Sword Embryo’s immortal light suppressed the vast Saint might. The Saint’s arm was vulnerable before the Sword Embryo, as easy as cutting melons and vegetables.

“Ah…”

“How is that possible?”

Blood splattered, and Little Peng King couldn’t help but scream.

Before Little Peng King could react, a giant hand covering the sky descended, heavy as ten thousand jun, as if it would shatter the galaxy.

Pfft! Crack!

Little Peng King’s spine was crushed, blood splattered, and countless bones in his body were broken. He was forced to kneel in the Void Realm, unable to move.

He was incredulous, his eyes filled with unwillingness.

He had used all his trump cards, yet why was he still no match for Lin Dong in a single exchange?

How strong was he exactly? He felt that he wasn’t facing a Purple Mansion or a King, but a Supreme Emperor Realm powerhouse.

The two were no longer opponents on the same level.

Just as Lin Dong said, Little Peng King, who was defeated by him, even if Lin Dong gave him time to catch up, would still be too far to even see.

“Hiss!”

“Little Peng King was defeated?”

“Defeated so thoroughly? Even bringing out the Saint’s hand bone wasn’t enough.”

Everyone discussed animatedly, stunned.

Lin Dong’s strength was like a great mountain, standing before the Prodigies of Qingzhou, making them unable to breathe.

“This is…”

“The Sword Embryo that ignores the Saint’s hand bone?”

Some sharp-eyed elder powerhouses stared at the Nameless Sword Embryo in Lin Dong’s hand with turbid eyes, a strange look flickering within them.

Thump, thump!

The world was silent, only Lin Dong’s footsteps echoed. He walked with the bearing of a Dragon and a tiger, looking down at Little Peng King from above, surveying all directions.

“I’m defeated!”

“Give me a quick death.”

Little Peng King was somewhat dejected, very frank, the young Supreme looking like an old man in his twilight years.

Lin Dong glanced at him, “I won’t kill you!”

Little Peng King’s Heart-Nature was good; it would be a pity for him to die. The two were not life-and-death enemies; they had always just competed for supremacy.

Little Peng King remained silent, his eyes flickering.

He felt that Lin Dong would never be so kind, and that something was definitely waiting for him.

As expected, Lin Dong’s next sentence startled Little Peng King and shocked everyone: “It just so happens that I need a mount!”

Lin Dong stared at Little Peng King with a smile.

Before Little Peng King could speak, the surrounding Cultivators began discussing animatedly, “What! Lin Dong wants a young Supreme to be his mount?”

“How is that possible?”

Everyone found it hard to believe, thinking that with Little Peng King’s proud Golden-Winged Great Peng Bloodline, it was absolutely impossible for him to acknowledge anyone as his master.

“Impossible, absolutely impossible!”

“You want this King to be a mount? This King would rather die!”

Little Peng King’s eyes widened. This was even more unbearable than killing him!

Boom!

In the next instant, without a trace of hesitation, he reversed his Cultivation Technique, wanting to self-destruct, but found that he couldn’t even commit suicide.

“Boom!”

“Young friend! Please give my Golden Winged Great Peng Clan some Face and release our Young Lord.”