Ancient Dragon Elephant Technique

Capítulo 876: Chapter 15: Demon Clan Roc King

Moo Family.

In the living room, sat three cultivators. One of them was Xiang Hongtu, an ancestor-level figure from the Snow State Xiang Family, who Lin Feng had met before.

The other two, the first appeared to be in his fifties or sixties, clad in a Taoist robe. His name was Master Yuan Zhen, a strong cultivator from Taoism.

The other man looked to be in his forties, with a square face, exuding an air of authority. He was Chu Dongchen, an expert from the Chu Family in Taixu State.

Taixu State borders Snow State to the north.

Although the Chu Family of Taixu State was only an Ancient Desolate force, after the turmoil in the Middle Ages, many top experts emerged. Nowadays, its power has rapidly expanded, and even Ancient Forces dare not underestimate it.

Lin Feng arrived here with Granny Feng Li, yet the three big figures inside didn’t even come out to greet her.

Lin Feng felt a bit agitated as these people clearly underestimated Granny Feng Li.

However, Granny Feng Li appeared indifferent on the surface.

What Granny Feng Li truly thought in her heart, Lin Feng did not know.

“Granny Feng Li has arrived.”

Seeing Granny Feng Li entering the hall, the three nodded without showing any intention to stand and greet her.

Granny Feng Li didn’t say much and found a place to sit down. Lin Feng felt a cold gaze sweeping toward him. Following the sense, he saw it was Xiang Zijie standing behind Xiang Hongtu.

Lin Feng sneered. If this man didn’t provoke him, then fine. If he dared to, Lin Feng wouldn’t mind taking him out.

“Since everyone is here, we should discuss the journey to the Cold Snow Lake,” said Master Yuan Zhen.

Granny Feng Li said, “There is another person, who will arrive shortly.”

Xiang Hongtu, Master Yuan Zhen, and Chu Dongchen frowned slightly and said, “Who else is coming? Could it be a friend of Granny Feng Li?”

“Not a friend, but I know he will come,” said Granny Feng Li, lifting her eyelids.

As Granny Feng Li’s voice just fell, a voice came from outside, “I heard you plan to contend with the Snow Flood Dragon. I have the same intention.”

“Outrageous, the Moo Family is not a place you can intrude on at will!”

A cold shout echoed as the Moo Family Patriarch led dozens of Moo Family experts to surround the two people who had landed in the courtyard from afar.

“It’s you, this sickly wretch, daring to intrude on my Moo Family, do you want to die?” Moo Yu sneered amidst the crowd, recalling these two who had arrived at Longling Inn and were driven away by him.

“It’s them…” Lin Feng was shocked, it turned out to be that uncle and nephew, whom he had seen at Longling Inn being driven away by Moo Yu.

“Granny, who is that sickly cultivator?” Lin Feng asked.

Granny Feng Li shook her head, “I don’t know, but definitely not a simple character.”

Lin Feng nodded, looking outside.

At this time, the young gentleman said, “The small Moo Family dares to be so arrogant? What a ridiculous clan.”

“Dare to insult my Moo Family? Regardless of life and death, seize them straight away,” the Moo Family Patriarch ordered coldly.

The Moo Family experts charged toward the uncle and nephew duo.

In their view, the older cultivator, pale as paper, was evidently severely injured.

With such a physical condition, no matter how strong the cultivation, it would be hard to display much combat power, right?

However, the sickly cultivator just took one step.

All the Moo Family members seemed to suffer a tremendous blow, collapsing to their knees with a thud.

Including the Moo Family Patriarch.

The Moo Family Patriarch, a cultivator at the Third Layer Heaven of Creation Realm, didn’t even have the strength to resist.

Only then did the Moo Family realize how terrifying this sickly cultivator truly was.

Many turned pale, fearing the sickly cultivator might kill them.

Moo Yu, recalling the incident of driving the uncle and nephew away, shivered all over with fright.

“Such formidable power.”

Lin Feng was astonished; though the sickly cultivator seemed he could be blown over by a gust of wind, his strength was unexpectedly powerful.

“Hmm? You seem to be going a bit too far,” said Xiang Hongtu, his face suddenly sinking. As the saying goes, one should look at the owner even when beating a dog.

The Moo Family was dependent on the Xiang Family, and with the Moo Family experts kneeling, Xiang Hongtu naturally wasn’t pleased.

The sickly cultivator said, “If not for giving the Xiang Family some face, these people would already be dead.”

“Presumptuous!”

Xiang Hongtu’s expression darkened sharply. Originally, the old thing seemed to be in twilight, near death, but in that instant, an overwhelming aura surged out from within him.

The next moment, Xiang Hongtu disappeared from the hall.

He appeared before the sickly cultivator, launching an ‘Overlord Fist’ at him.

“I’ve long heard of the Xiang Family’s Overlord Fist. Today, I shall experience it,” the sickly cultivator said, waving his right fist calmly, striking toward Xiang Hongtu.

Behind him, the silhouette of a demon god manifested.

This was the Demon God Fist.

Bam…

It was like two ancient divine mountains colliding, the ground cracking open.

Xiang Hongtu was jolted back a step.

“So strong, truly too strong. This person, despite heavy injuries, still repelled Xiang Hongtu,” Lin Feng was shocked.

Cough, cough, cough…

After making a move, the sickly cultivator coughed violently.

His face grew even paler. This move seemed to have exacerbated his injuries, making his condition worse.

“Uncle…” The young man looked worriedly at the sickly cultivator.

“I won’t die, you need not worry,” the sickly cultivator smiled.

“Who exactly are you?” Xiang Hongtu asked with a dark expression.

“Demon Clan’s Jin Daoyan!”

…

The sickly cultivator replied.

“What? You are the Demon Clan’s Jin Daoyan!”

Everyone was shocked.

Even Granny Feng Li stood up.

“Granny, who is he? Is he famous?” Lin Feng asked curiously.

“He is the Golden Winged Roc King of the Demon Clan!” Granny Feng Li replied.

Boom…

Upon hearing the words ‘Golden Winged Roc King,’ Lin Feng felt his head was about to explode.

What a renowned and thunderous name.

The Demon Clan has two exceedingly young supreme figures.

One is the Peacock Saint Master.

Lin Feng had witnessed the hand of the Peacock Saint Master once in the Mist Forest.

Several Ancestor Level (Eternal Giant Level) experts besieged the Peacock Saint Master.

With one punch, the Peacock Saint Master sent an Eternal Giant flying.

Truly, the demon majesty stretched ten thousand miles.

And the supreme figure on par with the Peacock Saint Master in the Demon Clan was the Golden Winged Roc King.

Eight hundred years ago, these two were known as the two peerless prodigies of the Demon Clan, incredibly young, with cultivation unmatched and earth-shaking.

Lin Feng never thought, this sickly cultivator was the Golden Winged Roc King.

He exuded brilliance and vigor, sweeping through his peers eight hundred years ago, almost invincible.