Ancient Dragon Elephant Technique

The punch that was fiercely coming towards Lin Feng was about to hit him when, at that moment, Lin Feng moved a step to the left.

That punch completely missed its mark.

"How could he dodge my punch?" Qin Zheng's eyes widened, sensing trouble, he wanted to quickly pull back, but it was already too late.

Lin Feng had already swung his fist, smashing it into Qin Zheng's abdomen.

There was a muffled booming sound.

Everyone then saw Qin Zheng, the Ten Thousand Immortals Sect cultivator, blasted away as if hit by a giant mountain, his entire body hurtling through the air.

Crack, crack...

It was unclear how many of Qin Zheng's bones had broken as he flew hundreds of meters and crashed to the ground motionless, it was unknown whether he was dead or alive.

Silence...

The whole forest fell deathly silent.

Although Qin Zheng was not considered a top expert, he still possessed the cultivation of the Fifth Level of Martial King Realm, to be blown away hundreds of meters by a cultivator at the Third Level of Martial King Realm, that was simply unbelievable, right?

"A cross-level challenge, this guy is no ordinary person!"

Many people instantly burst into discussions.

Any cultivator capable of challenging across levels would have impressive combat power and would be highly regarded in any sect.

After a brief moment of surprise, many people frowned slightly.

Because although Lin Feng had defeated Qin Zheng in a cross-level challenge,

Lin Feng still only had the cultivation of the Third Level of Martial King Realm.

So what if he defeated Qin Zheng?

There were plenty of experts in the Ten Thousand Immortals Sect.

The Fifth Level of Martial King Realm was just the lowest level of cultivation there.

...

"Is this trash here to make a fool of himself?" Lin Feng sneered as he walked step by step towards Zuo Haoyang, "You insult my fellow disciples, today I'll take your life!"

Hearing Lin Feng's icy voice, many felt a chill down their spines.

But there were also scoffs.

A cultivator at the Third Level of Martial King Realm daring to claim he could take Zuo Haoyang's life was simply a huge joke.

Upon seeing Qin Zheng being sent flying, Zuo Haoyang's face turned extremely grim.

He waved his hand, stating, "Take care of this kid."

In Zuo Haoyang's view, killing Lin Feng was not a difficult task. The law of the survival in the Thunder Blade Secret Realm was the survival of the fittest, and they had killed quite a number of cultivators, either for treasures or over some conflicts.

As for Lin Feng?

Just a minor character who couldn't stir up any waves.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh..."

As Zuo Haoyang's voice fell, immediately five or six cultivators from the Ten Thousand Immortals Sect rushed towards Lin Feng, each with a cold expression.

"The Ten Thousand Immortals Sect is getting serious, facing so many experts' attack, he's almost certainly doomed!"

Many looked at Lin Feng with pity in their eyes.

Offending the Ten Thousand Immortals Sect was akin to seeking death.

"Boom!"

Just at that moment, a terrifying aura surged out from Lin Feng's body, that powerful aura, blasting out, struck the approaching cultivators from the Ten Thousand Immortals Sect like a thunderbolt.

Flap, flap...

Everyone saw those cultivators kneeling one by one on the ground.

"Ah."

They roared, trying to get up, but the more they struggled, the greater the pressure they felt.

Puff, puff, puff!

One by one they were shaken so hard by the powerful aura that they vomited blood.

Seeing this scene, everyone was dumbfounded.

What exactly was going on?

"Such a powerful aura, that guy is definitely not just at the Third Level of Martial King Realm in strength, he must be hiding his cultivation."

Some exclaimed.

The rest also came to their senses, their eyes filled with shock as they looked towards Lin Feng.

Such a powerful aura, this must have already risen to the level of "Aura"?

Condensing "Aura" at the Martial King Realm was as difficult as reaching the heavens, reportedly even harder than condensing "Spirit".

Spirit relied on talent.

Aura, required not only talent but also some special opportunities to be condensed into form.

...

"Everyone, attack!"

Zuo Haoyang's face was extremely gloomy as he waved his hand and barked coldly.

The other dozen cultivators, including the five from the Ninth Level of Martial King Realm, also swooped toward Lin Feng, each with a murderous look in their eyes.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

A dozen strong cultivators made their move together.

"Even five strong cultivators from the Ninth Level of Martial King Realm are joining forces, that kid, even though he has gathered 'Trend', probably can't withstand the assault of so many experts, right?"

"Yes, it's hard for one pair of fists to compete with four hands, let alone facing the attacks of more than a dozen strong cultivators."

Many people whispered among themselves.

Clearly, no one was optimistic about Lin Feng.

However, they soon realized how ridiculously wrong they were as a more violent and fierce "Trend" erupted from within Lin Feng.

This time, the "Trend" suddenly intensified by more than tenfold.

Powerful! Truly too powerful!

...

Bang...

One by one, the cultivators from the Ten Thousand Immortals Sect were sent flying.

Even the five fighters from the Ninth Level of Martial King Realm couldn't withstand it; they were struck as if by lightning and sent flying horizontally.

Crack, crack.

The sound of bones breaking echoed inside their bodies, breaking who knows how many bones.

"You brat, courting death! Flying Immortal Fist!"

A cold shout sounded, and the cultivator from the Tenth Level of Martial King Realm next to Zuo Haoyang made his move. This person, named Yan Zhen, although he had not comprehended "Spirit" or "Trend," was still a formidable figure in the Tenth Level of Martial King Realm.

He threw a punch that erupted with endless Immortal Light.

Yan Zhen instantly moved to Lin Feng's front and fiercely hurled a punch at Lin Feng.

"Scram."

Lin Feng roared and met the punch head-on.

With a loud bang, everyone saw Yan Zhen being smashed away by Lin Feng's punch, his arm snapping instantly, his body flying uncontrollably backward and landing on the ground, where he screamed in agony while clutching his broken arm.

"My God, a cultivation from the Tenth Level of Martial King Realm couldn't even handle a single move, today the people of the Ten Thousand Immortals Sect really kicked an iron plate."

Many people were shocked and exclaimed.

"Look, Zuo Haoyang is making a move too, it's the aura of Spirit."

At that moment, someone pointed at Zuo Haoyang.

"Kid, taste my Spirit of Intense Sun."

Zuo Haoyang sneered as he stepped forward, and behind him emerged a blazing sun, burning fiercely—this was the Spirit of Intense Sun he had comprehended.

Zuo Haoyang, with the power of the Spirit of Intense Sun, hurled a punch towards Lin Feng.

"All spirits shall barely scratch me, Martial Souls shall not shake my Dharma Body."

Lin Feng stepped forward, reaching out with his right hand. In the palm of his hand, a black hole materialized, instantly swallowing Zuo Haoyang's Spirit of Intense Sun.

"With one punch, I horizontally push across the world."

Lin Feng continued to step forward, sweeping out with a punch.

Bang.

This punch struck Zuo Haoyang's body, sending him flying.

Ah.

Mid-air, he spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Even Zuo Haoyang, who has comprehended Spirit, couldn't handle that guy's attack."

"How terrifying, absolutely one of the top monsters."

Many people looked at Lin Feng with astonished eyes.

With a splash, Zuo Haoyang crashed to the ground.

The next moment, Lin Feng was already standing in front of Zuo Haoyang, stepping on him.

Zuo Haoyang had never suffered such humiliation, his eyes reddening with rage, wishing he could slash Lin Feng into a thousand pieces to vent the anger in his heart.

However, Zuo Haoyang understood his situation.

"Brother, I was wrong, I'm willing to apologize and compensate!" Zuo Haoyang said.

But in his heart, he was roaring hysterically, kid, just wait, once I escape, I will surely grind you to ash.

"It's good you recognize your mistake," Lin Feng nodded.

Zuo Haoyang heaved a sigh of relief.

"But." The next moment, Lin Feng swung his right hand, a streak of Sword Qi slashed out, blood splattered, and Zuo Haoyang's head was directly severed.

Zuo Haoyang's eyes widened in anger, seemingly unable to understand why Lin Feng still needed to kill him.

"I didn't say that just because you admitted your fault, I would spare your life."

Lin Feng smirked, standing with his hands behind his back.

Many people felt dazed, standing in the distance, the cultivator appeared not as a young man but as a Supreme Great Ability who looked down on the world and swallowed the Eight Desolate.