Ancient Dragon Elephant Technique

"Roar..."

A thunderous roar echoed through the forest as a dozen Cultivators battled with a powerful Fierce Beast. But the eventual outcome was that the Cultivators suffered heavy casualties, with only two individuals surviving.

However, they obtained the inner core of the mighty beast and a "Xuan Sha Fruit" that had been guarded by the beast for eight thousand years.

This Spirit Fruit was extremely useful to Cultivators with a "Dark Series Martial Soul."

Cultivators possessing a Dark Series Martial Soul who refined this Xuan Sha Fruit saw their Cultivation advance by leaps and bounds. If put up for auction, it would have undoubtedly been fiercely contested and fetched an exorbitant price.

The two Cultivators, dragging their wounded bodies, swiftly swept toward the distance.

Shua!

But at that moment, a cold light burst out from within the forest and a Silver Snake Flying Sword, moving with ultimate speed, pierced the bodies of the two Cultivators before they could even react.

"Why has it come to this?"

The two Cultivators cried out unwilling to accept their fate before collapsing to the ground, dead.

A Cultivator, around thirty years old, dressed in blue robes, jumped down from a tree, took the Silver Snake Sword, and walked over to the two corpses. He removed the storage rings from the bodies of the deceased Cultivators and quickly left.

This was the Thunder Blade Secret Realm.

Violence was rampant everywhere.

...

Powerful beings from the Yin Yang Realm couldn't enter this place, making it possible for high-level Cultivators of the Martial King Realm to do as they pleased, killing and looting treasure.

The natural law of the survival of the fittest was vividly demonstrated here.

Those with insufficient Cultivation who entered this place were simply courting death.

Lin Feng chose a direction and walked continuously deeper into the Thunder Blade Secret Realm, as it was vast with countless resources. Thus, he wasn't in much of a hurry.

Lin Feng continuously sought out battles with powerful Fierce Beasts to test the might of "Sky Splitting."

But clearly, the power of Sky Splitting was unimaginable.

"Sky Splitting" contained more than the mere presence of "Spirit."

"Sky Splitting" also embodied an overwhelmingly dominant will, the Will of the Blade, an ability that was a sublimation of "Spirit."

Spirit is the most basic form of spirituality, consciousness.

But will had already reached a much higher level.

...

After battling an Evil Flood Dragon for dozens of rounds, Lin Feng found himself nearly overwhelmed with no chance to counterattack. Eventually, he executed "Sky Splitting" and almost tore the Evil Flood Dragon apart.

The Evil Flood Dragon roared and turned to flee into the depths of the jungle.

Lin Feng, however, collapsed on the ground and gasped for breath.

Although the move "Sky Splitting" was powerful, it was not something that could be used casually. After using it once, Lin Feng felt exhausted.

The main issue was still that Lin Feng's level of Cultivation was not high enough.

After resting for a while, he walked through the forest.

Suddenly, behind Lin Feng, dense golden threads flew out swiftly towards him.

Each thread, flickering with a cold, sinister light, cut through anything it touched—trees, rocks—splitting them instantly in half.

The threads reached behind Lin Feng and swept across him.

Pfft...

Even with Lin Feng's strong physical body, deep wounds were torn open, with dozens of cuts fine as threads, from which blood immediately started to flow.

"Not good, someone is ambushing me!"

Lin Feng's face dramatically changed, and with a leap, he shot dozens of meters away, evading the thread's attacks.

He narrowed his eyes and finally saw dozens of nearly transparent threads tangled together in the void, now stained with his own blood.

This was the first time Lin Feng had come across such a peculiar weapon; the person behind it was definitely a master.

"Swish."

A Cultivator emerged from not far away, looking at Lin Feng with a sneer, and said, "Kid, you're quite lucky, not dying after being struck by my Heavenly Demon Silk!"

The cultivator was in his twenties, his face filled with a chilling expression.

"Who are you?" Lin Feng looked at him icily.

"Great Wilderness Sect, Jin Yulong!"

...

The young cultivator said with a cold snicker.

The Great Wilderness Sect was one of the Ten Great Ancient Forces of the Desert Domain, and its strength was not to be underestimated.

"That treasure of yours isn't bad, but it's too sinister, probably refined through the methods of the Demon Dao, right?" Lin Feng said indifferently.

"People may be good or evil, but magical artifacts do not make such distinctions," replied Jin Yulong, his expression indifferent.

"Well said."

Whoosh...

Lin Feng took the initiative and swooped towards Jin Yulong. This person wanted to kill him, so naturally, Lin Feng would not be courteous towards Jin Yulong.

"You've got guts. You didn't run away and even dared to attack. For an idiot who doesn't know the vastness of the heavens and earth, I've already slain more than twenty. Looks like now I will add one more to the count."

Jin Yulong was full of cold smiles as he manipulated the "Heavenly Demon Silk" to slash at Lin Feng.

The dense and thick Heavenly Demon Silk spread out, slicing at Lin Feng from all directions.

What material the Heavenly Demon Silk was made from was unknown, as they were nearly transparent. If not for the threads having been stained with his own blood, Lin Feng might not have even noticed them.

"What a nice treasure, I'll take it!"

Lin Feng said unemotionally, reaching for the Heavenly Demon Silk.

"Boy, are you asking for death?"

Jin Yulong was clearly taken aback, but then he sneered.

Daring to grab the Heavenly Demon Silk, a deadly and strange weapon, was akin to seeking death.

The Heavenly Demon Silk rapidly advanced towards Lin Feng.

The dense threads emitted a cold and terrifying aura as if wanting to grind Lin Feng into mincemeat.

"Devour."

At that moment, Lin Feng waved his right hand, and a twisted black hole appeared.

The Heavenly Demon Silk, previously homing in on Lin Feng, uncontrollably flew towards the black hole.

In an instant—

...

Dozens of Heavenly Demon Silk strands got instantly devoured by the Devouring Black Hole.

"Bastard, my treasure!"

Jin Yulong saw Lin Feng devour his treasure and his face twisted in agony; he quickly swooped in, throwing a punch towards Lin Feng with violent force.

"Hmph, on your own head be it."

Lin Feng sneered, stepping forward as a Forbidden Magnetic Field surged and immediately enveloped Jin Yulong.

"I can't move my body."

Jin Yulong cried out in terror.

Thud.

The next moment, Lin Feng's fist pierced through Jin Yulong's chest.

Jin Yulong glared furiously, looking down at his collapsed chest, his expression one of disbelief.

"How could I die at the hands of a kid like you? Why is this happening?"

Jin Yulong couldn't believe it; the youngster in front of him was clearly just at the Martial General Realm in terms of cultivation. He himself was at the sixth level of the Martial King Realm; how could he lose?

"Your strength is indeed terrifying. I think you are the kind of genius who can fight across levels, right? If it were anyone else, they'd be undoubtedly dead. However, sorry, although my realm is not high, my combat power has already exceeded the scope of the Martial King Realm,"

Lin Feng said lightly.

"I see," Jin Yulong said with a bitter smile, then fell to the ground, completely devoid of life.