Ancient Dragon Elephant Technique

People from the Ten Thousand Immortals Sect quickly surrounded Lin Feng and the others.

Seeing the multitude of followers from the Ten Thousand Immortals Sect, and their overwhelming numbers, Shee Weizhu and the others' faces turned slightly pale.

Lin Feng was strong, but the opponent had too many people, including top-tier experts.

...

Wansheng, tall and dressed in white, had an innate pride between his brows.

His voice was indifferent, "Who killed Junior Brother Zuo Haoyang, come out to me."

Wansheng was extremely arrogant because his cultivation was strong enough to back his arrogance.

"This battle is inevitable."

"Even Wansheng has personally appeared, this kid is probably doomed."

...

Zheng Wandao and others were also observing the situation from not too far away. Several cultivators beside Zheng Wandao whispered, and even Zheng Wandao nodded slightly. Wansheng was formidable, and even he himself wouldn't be confident in definitely defeating Wansheng.

Although Lin Feng was also strong!

Yet, Zheng Wandao felt, Lin Feng's cultivation had not yet risen sufficiently. Facing a top young contender like Wansheng, he was still at a disadvantage.

"Sir, it's this kid!"

A dozen men in black stood in the distance, each revealing a chilling intent to kill.

These were the experts from the Ten Thousand Demon Sect.

The terrifying black-robed woman coldly eyed Lin Feng.

"The Ancient Demon Ring is still in his hands," said a man in black.

"Should we make a move?" another man in black asked.

"It's not convenient to stir up trouble again. When we return to the sect, I will report upwards and have a few uncles perform the Sacrificial Great Method to recall the Ancient Demon Ring," the black-robed woman said.

"Yes..." the dozen men in black behind her responded in unison.

...

"Miss, it's that kid we met mining."

Another group of several dozen people stood in another direction, the person at the forefront was that mysterious white-robed masked woman Lin Feng had seen before.

The middle-aged cultivator known as Uncle Tian whispered beside the white-robed woman.

The white-robed masked woman slightly nodded and said, "I have seen Wansheng in action. He ranks among the top ten disciples of the inner sect of Ten Thousand Immortals Sect, and it's absolutely not without reason!"

"Does Miss mean to say that the kid from Azure Cloud Sect will be defeated?" Tian Zong asked.

The white-robed masked woman slightly shook her head and said, "I think he won't be defeated."

Tian Zong was surprised and said, "Does Miss think so highly of that Azure Cloud Sect kid? The guy seems to have only the Third Level Cultivation of the Martial King Realm."

"Manner."

The white-robed masked woman said, "With a major battle looming, I have never seen someone so composed and relaxed, this is absolute confidence in oneself."

Tian Zong was somewhat surprised; he had not expected the "Miss" to explain it this way, but Tian Zong was somewhat skeptical in his heart.

Many cultivators are very confident in themselves, but until they meet a true powerhouse, they don't realize that there are always others higher up.

In Tian Zong's view, Lin Feng wasn't confident; he was arrogant.

The white-robed masked woman noticed the disdain for Lin Feng in Tian Zong's eyes.

In her heart, she muttered, "Is this person really that simple?"

The white-robed masked woman suddenly remembered the secret technique Lin Feng had used before, stabilizing spirit veins amidst mountains.

"Could it be the legacy of the Banshan Taoist lineage? I saw it long ago and I am not quite sure, but if it is, that's impressive. The legacy of Banshan Taoist lineage has almost been lost; I wonder if that method was from Banshan Taoist's lineage of Yin Yang geomancy or the Dragon Seeking Technique?"

The white-robed masked woman couldn't help but frown slightly.

...

"People from the Ten Thousand Immortals Sect, huh? They've come looking for revenge so soon?"

Lin Feng looked lightly towards Wansheng.

It seemed that he wasn't upset at all about Wansheng's demand to "come out."

But a closer look at Lin Feng's expression, one could see the corners of his mouth slightly curling up in a cold smirk.

Those who understood Lin Feng knew when the corners of his lips curled into an indifferent arc, it meant Lin Feng had murderous intent.

"Is it you?"

Wansheng looked at Lin Feng with a sneer, "You clueless fool, daring to kill a disciple of the Ten Thousand Immortals Sect, and even a son of an elder! Do you realize that your death would not suffice to appease the wrath of the Ten Thousand Immortals Sect?"

Lin Feng calmly said, "Are you done talking? If so, if I haven't made a move yet, get as far away as you can."

Silence.

The entire forest fell into silence.

Everyone's gaze turned to Lin Feng, filled with utter astonishment.

"Does this guy know what he's even saying?"

"Does this boy not recognize Wansheng? Does he not know what a terrifying entity Wansheng is?"

"How could he not know Wansheng? Even if he didn't know before, he should by now, with so many Cultivators discussing Wansheng around him. In the Martial King Realm, one's ears can hear ants fighting a hundred meters away, so surely he's heard the conversations of surrounding Cultivators. He simply doesn't regard Wansheng at all."

"Isn't he being too cocky? Wansheng is one of the top ten elite disciples within the inner gate of the Ten Thousand Immortals Sect, a heavenly pride destined to step into the Yin Yang Realm. Compared to Wansheng, Zuo Haoyang is far inferior; they are not even on the same level."

"Look, Wansheng's face has turned completely grim, he's utterly enraged now. That boy is doomed."

...

Many people began discussing, looking at Wansheng with awe in their eyes, nearly ninety-nine percent of them believed that Lin Feng couldn't escape this calamity.

"Very well, very well, very well!" Wansheng laughed in anger, his repetition of "well" indicating the immense fury within him.

Wansheng's sinister eyes turned to Lin Feng and said, "Boy, you've enraged me, you must pay a severe price for your foolish actions."

"There's no need for the elder brother to act, we can kill this boy ourselves," said some disciples of the Ten Thousand Immortals Sect.

"He killed Zuo Haoyang, you are no match for him."

Wansheng waved his hand and stepped forward, striding toward Lin Feng.

"Boy, die in the endless void."

Deadly intent filled Wansheng's face.

As his words fell, a terrifying aura emanated from Wansheng's body.

"Spirit of Ten Thousand Gods, Destroy Heaven and Earth."

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"Rumble…"

Following Wansheng's voice, immediately, a heaven-destroying and earth-shattering aura burst forth from his body.

"It's the Spirit that Wansheng has comprehended, the Spirit of Ten Thousand Gods; it's an extremely terrifying Spirit."

"Spirit of Ten Thousand Gods, evolving into Ten Thousand Gods. It's rumored that Wansheng's use of the Spirit of Ten Thousand Gods has never failed."

Many onlookers turned pale in shock looking at Wansheng.

Roar.

A roar that shook the heavens echoed as infinite Divine Light surged.

Within the Divine Light, densely packed figures in Holy Battle Armor, wielding Divine Weapons, riding majestic Heavenly Dragons, charged towards Lin Feng.

"Ah, it's the Spirit of Ten Thousand Gods, so terrifying!"

Many onlookers trembled violently, feeling the aura of the Spirit of Ten Thousand Gods, their faces turning pale.

The Spirit of Ten Thousand Gods, evolving the Ten Thousand Gods, their Combat Power seemed far too terrifying, far too powerful.

"That boy is likely to be killed by Wansheng."

Many eyes turned to Lin Feng, many believed that Lin Feng had no chance against Wansheng's fearsome strike.

"Junior Brother Lin, quick, dodge!"

Shee Weizhu and others, their faces pale, shouted out. Wansheng's attack was too horrifying, causing their souls to shudder.

Watching the "Divine Spirit Army" riding Heavenly Dragons, covering the skies and lands approaching.

Lin Feng's expression remained indifferent.

"In my heart, I hold a blade capable of splitting Heaven and Earth!"

Muttering under his breath, Lin Feng raised his right hand and slashed forward.

Buzz...

Everyone was immensely shocked to see, a hundred-meter-long blade light instantly slashed out, tearing through the Divine Spirit Army riding the Heavenly Dragons.

Then, that terrifying blade light directly cleaved Wansheng in half.