Ancient Dragon Elephant Technique

“Who is it? Come out, I’m going to kill you, I’ll tear you to pieces.”

Daoist Xuan Cheng’s roar resonated across the island.

He was like a madman, searching everywhere for the person who had picked the Golden Flame Fruit.

“Whoosh…” Daoist Xuan Cheng swept past a dense forest, where Lin Feng and Ziyuan were hiding.

“He’s lost an arm.”

Lin Feng’s Divine Sense detected Daoist Xuan Cheng, and he was slightly startled. Daoist Xuan Cheng was a practitioner of the Tenth Level of Martial King Realm, yet he had one of his arms destroyed by a Corpse Charm.

Perhaps because he was too eager to find the person who took the Golden Flame Fruit, Daoist Xuan Cheng didn’t even have time to tend to his wound, and the severed arm was still bleeding.

Now, Daoist Xuan Cheng was at his weakest.

“Act now, kill this man.”

A fierce killing intent appeared in Lin Feng’s eyes.

Lei Ming and Corpse Charm had both disappeared without a trace, and Lin Feng didn’t know if they had been eradicated by Daoist Xuan Cheng using some powerful technique.

Daoist Xuan Cheng’s methods were quite peculiar. If he managed to trap or kill the Corpse Charm, Lin Feng wouldn’t be surprised.

While the Corpse Charm was indeed powerful, it was merely physically strong and impervious to blades and spears. With certain formations, it was possible to trap the Corpse Charm within.

And at this moment, for Lin Feng and Ziyuan, killing Daoist Xuan Cheng was the only way to ensure their safety. Daoist Xuan Cheng had not yet healed his injuries. If they waited for his wounds to recover, with the cultivation of the Tenth Level of Martial King Realm, even if Lin Feng exhausted all his techniques, he would definitely not be Daoist Xuan Cheng’s match and instead would be slain by him.

Now, taking advantage of Daoist Xuan Cheng’s serious injury, was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Moreover, even by killing Daoist Xuan Cheng, Lin Feng could be considered to be acting for the heavens.

Over the years, Daoist Xuan Cheng, under the guise of guiding people across Mist Magnetic Lake, had deceived many into searching for the Golden Flame Fruit with him, only for waves of cultivators to meet their demise at Mist Magnetic Lake.

Daoist Xuan Cheng’s hands were stained with blood. Though not an Evil Cultivator, he was even more vicious than an Evil Demon.

Killing him would no doubt save countless innocents in the future.

However, killing Daoist Xuan Cheng was no easy task, even if he was injured. After all, he had the cultivation of the Tenth Level of Martial King Realm.

To kill Daoist Xuan Cheng, a sneak attack was the only chance.

“Ziyuan, stay hidden here and don’t run around. I’ll be back soon,” Lin Feng whispered.

Although Ziyuan was a bit scared, she still nodded.

“If you see someone approaching and it’s not me, attack with the flying sword.”

Lin Feng said.

“Mhm.” Ziyuan responded.

Lin Feng gave Ziyuan a Treasure Level flying sword, and she had already bonded with it through her blood.

Thus, Ziyuan could also control the treasure sword.

“Whoosh…”

Lin Feng silently moved toward the distance, following behind Daoist Xuan Cheng.

At the same time, Lin Feng summoned the Ancient Saint Emperor Qiongqi Avatar.

The Ancient Saint Emperor Qiongqi Avatar rapidly dashed towards the forest to the side, hiding in the darkness, waiting for Daoist Xuan Cheng’s arrival.

Once Daoist Xuan Cheng reached the spot where the Ancient Saint Emperor Qiongqi Avatar was hiding, Lin Feng would command it to launch an attack on Daoist Xuan Cheng.

“Come out, come out now! Daring to snatch the Golden Flame Fruit from me, no matter where you hide, I will find you and tear you to pieces.”

Daoist Xuan Cheng’s voice, hysterical with rage, echoed through the forest.

He ran madly into the depths.

“Roar…”

As Daoist Xuan Cheng passed by a pile of chaotic rocks, the hidden Ancient Saint Emperor Qiongqi Avatar burst out, moving as fast as lightning, attacking towards Daoist Xuan Cheng. It opened its huge jaws, aiming to bite at Daoist Xuan Cheng’s head.

Daoist Xuan Cheng, true to his stature as an expert of the Tenth Level of Martial King Realm, countered the sudden attack with incredible speed.

Upon seeing the attack of the Ancient Saint Emperor Qiongqi Avatar, he roared furiously, “A mere beast dares to attack this seat, it’s seeking death.”

Daoist Xuan Cheng treated the Ancient Saint Emperor Qiongqi Avatar as if it were a common fierce beast, which was actually quite normal, after all, the appearance of the Ancient Saint Emperor Qiongqi Avatar was indeed identical to that of a fierce beast.

Daoist Xuan Cheng sidestepped to the right, effortlessly dodging the pounce of the Ancient Saint Emperor Qiongqi Avatar, then with a swing of his single arm, he launched a punch at the avatar.

With a muffled crash, Daoist Xuan Cheng’s heavy and forceful punch brutally hit the Ancient Saint Emperor Qiongqi Avatar. His face, which had been full of a vicious smile, suddenly displayed an expression of shock.

Because this beast was not of flesh and blood.

“It’s a Body Outside Avatar, not good.”

Daoist Xuan Cheng’s expression changed, contemplating a rapid retreat.

“Ah…” The next moment, Daoist Xuan Cheng let out a painful roar.

“My head, my head is splitting open, a Soul Attack Skill, who is ambushing me?”

Daoist Xuan Cheng furiously pounded his own head.

He desperately wanted to crack open his own skull; the unparalleled excruciating pain made him feel that death would be a mercy.

“Swoosh.”

At the same time, a Treasure Flying Sword swiftly flew towards Daoist Xuan Cheng from the midst of the white fog.

Lin Feng had not revealed himself; he had chosen to hide in the shadows, wielding the “flying sword” to launch an attack on Daoist Xuan Cheng.

Because Daoist Xuan Cheng’s cultivation was incredibly strong.

He was also uncertain whether Daoist Xuan Cheng possessed any terrifying secret techniques. If he got too close, he might be in danger of being killed by Daoist Xuan Cheng.

If he failed to kill Daoist Xuan Cheng and instead got killed by him, that would be truly tragic.

“Flying Sword!”

Daoist Xuan Cheng’s face twisted, “I know it’s you! Lin Feng! It’s you, you little beast! I’ve sensed your presence! It’s you who ambushed me! You want to kill me? It won’t be so easy, I’ll capture you and tear you limb from limb.”

Daoist Xuan Cheng’s perceptive abilities were terrifying; he had sensed Lin Feng’s aura lurking nearby. He let out a succession of roars, his gaze extremely sinister.

Boom.

A powerful Gang Qi manifested on the surface of Daoist Xuan Cheng’s body; he enveloped himself with Gang Qi Protection to prevent further attacks from Lin Feng’s Soul Secret Skills. Meanwhile, bearing the severe pain in his head, he struck out a palm towards the flying sword that was homing in on him.

“Roar.”

The Double-headed Qiongqi let out a thunderous roar as it too lunged at Daoist Xuan Cheng.

“Get lost,” Daoist Xuan Cheng, truly fearsome, bellowed, creating a massive sonic attack. The powerful soundwaves swept forth, slamming fiercely into the Double-headed Qiongqi and sending its immense body flying away.

At the same time, Daoist Xuan Cheng reached out to grab the incoming flying sword.

Snap! Daoist Xuan Cheng caught the flying sword, his face twisted with a vicious smile, “Kid, not even the flying sword can kill me, your end is certain.”

“Hum.” Just when Daoist Xuan Cheng was smug, the mist behind him parted, and a figure appeared as fast as lightning, striking with a sword toward Daoist Xuan Cheng—it was Lin Feng, who had lurked to Daoist Xuan Cheng’s rear to deliver a lethal blow.

Having successively suffered the loss of an arm and a severe soul injury, Daoist Xuan Cheng’s combat capability had sharply decreased, and as Lin Feng closed in, Daoist Xuan Cheng had no time to activate any magic artifacts to defend himself, leaving him only his flesh and blood—this was Lin Feng’s opportunity.

“So, kid, you’ve finally shown yourself? Your time of death has come.”

Daoist Xuan Cheng’s face bore a vicious smile as he spun around incredibly fast. While he couldn’t use any magic artifacts in time, Daoist Xuan Cheng was not worried about his own attack, directly swatting his palm toward the sword slashed down by Lin Feng.

Daoist Xuan Cheng was very confident in his attack, trusting his Gang Qi Protection; ordinary magic artifacts would find it hard to breach his defenses.

But Daoist Xuan Cheng didn’t know that the treasure sword in Lin Feng’s hand was the Black Dragon Sword.

Even if it were a treasure, struck by the Black Dragon Sword, it would be cleaved in two, let alone flesh and blood?

The Black Dragon Sword slashed down fiercely, instantly tearing through Daoist Xuan Cheng’s Protective Gang Qi.

“Impossible,” Daoist Xuan Cheng cried out in horror as he rapidly retreated, but it was already too late.

Lin Feng remained emotionless, “Nothing is impossible. Dying by the Black Dragon Sword is an unwished-for death.”

“Spurt…”

Lin Feng’s heavy and powerful sword strike severed Daoist Xuan Cheng’s arm, then split open his head in one swipe.

“The Black Dragon Sword, so it’s this treasure, a treasure sword from the Divine Sword Record, I die so unwillingly.”

Daoist Xuan Cheng screamed, then collapsed onto the ground, twitching a few times before he breathed his last.