Divine Wilderness Dragon Emperor

Ling Fei struck again, executing Qin Rong and Qin Jingsheng.

The remaining cultivators watched in utter terror.

SWISH, SWISH!

Before anyone could react, Ling Fei charged toward the four people closest to him.

It was these four who had just been surrounding Shangguan Yurou and the others.

With a flash of his sword, Cold Qi permeated the air. The blade flickered as fast as lightning, piercing the hearts of the young men one by one before the four figures collapsed to the ground.

Four more were dead.

And so, of the twenty-four Innate Realm experts, eleven had been killed outright, while another four lay unconscious.

Nine remained.

Those nine had already retreated to a distance.

They were farther from Ling Fei to begin with, so the True Dragon Roar's effect on them had been weaker.

Now that they were on their guard, killing them would be more difficult.

Ling Fei turned to face the nine, his brow furrowing slightly.

Cultivators at the Late Stage Innate Perfection Realm had all achieved the state of Unity of Heaven and Man. If they decided to scatter and flee, even Ling Fei would find it difficult to hunt them all down.

Yet, these nine did not immediately flee.

At this moment, their gazes flickered. They stared at Ling Fei, their eyes filled with a mixture of fear and dread.

They had all assumed that Ling Fei had exhausted his Essence Qi fighting the Demon Wolves, that he was at the end of his rope.

But who could have imagined that not only was his Essence Qi not depleted, but his methods were also far beyond their expectations? The True Dragon Roar was a soul-shaking technique that struck terror into their hearts.

Wang Dongyang's death, in particular, left them terrified and uneasy.

'These men are spread out in three directions. It'll be a hassle to kill all of them,' Ling Fei mused internally.

"Ling Fei, you... you actually killed the Dongyang Crown Prince! You're finished! In the entire Great Tang Empire, from the heavens above to the earth below, no one can save you now!"

As Ling Fei was contemplating, a young man a few hundred feet away stared at him, his gaze flickering as he spoke viciously.

However, his tone was all bluster and no bite.

"That's right! The Dongyang Crown Prince's aunt is the current Empress of the Empire! Now that you've killed him, never mind you—your entire family will be implicated and executed! Ling Fei, if you know what's good for you, you'll surrender without a fight and go beg for forgiveness. Perhaps then, your relatives will be spared," another young man chimed in.

'The Empress!' At these words, Ling Fei's brow furrowed. Wang Dongyang's identity had indeed caught him off guard.

But the man had been despicable and vile; not killing him would have made things just as difficult to resolve.

"In that case, I'll just kill all of you and see who's really finished!" Forced into this corner, Ling Fei was clearly out of options.

His only path forward was to kill every last one of them. That way, he might have a chance of keeping this under wraps.

The rest would be up to fate.

"Let's all attack from different directions and kill him! He used a Soul Secret Technique, so he must have exhausted a massive amount of Soul Power. I refuse to believe he can hold out for much longer!" Hearing this, a young man's eyes flashed. He strode forward, leaped up, and charged toward Ling Fei.

"Kill him together! If we can't take Ling Fei down, we'll probably die even if we manage to escape, and we might even implicate our families and our Clans!" another young man said, steeling his resolve. He brandished his Long Sword and charged at Ling Fei. At this point, a desperate battle was their only option.

KILL!

The men exchanged a look and charged at Ling Fei.

These were nine experts at the Late Stage Innate Perfection Realm. With flicks of their Long Swords, a crisscrossing web of Sword Qi shot toward Ling Fei like bolts of silk.

The Sword Qi erupting from three of their Long Swords took the form of a sweeping Fire River, accompanied by a blast of scorching air.

These three were disciples of the Wang Clan, and they all possessed the Fire Spirit Body.

Nine men attacking from three directions truly put Ling Fei in a difficult position.

After all, to inflict real damage, his True Dragon Roar was most effective when used head-on.

If not unleashed directly, the ripples of Soul Power couldn't invade a target's mind, only causing their spirit to tremble in fear.

'I'll deal with these three Wang Clan disciples first.' Faced with a nine-man pincer attack, Ling Fei's eyes flashed as he quickly made his decision.

With a mere thought, the Soul Power in his mind began to stir.

Instantly, an aura of True Dragon Momentum began to radiate from Ling Fei.

True Dragon Roar!

A low growl echoed.

ROOOAR!

Then, the cry of a dragon rang out.

The sound wave rolled forth, crashing down like a terrifying tsunami.

Under the impact of the sound wave, the three men's attacks faltered for an instant.

The next moment, their minds reeled as if they had been struck by lightning.

Even though they had already launched their attacks at Ling Fei...

...the True Dragon Roar was a soul attack. Formless and omnipresent, it bypassed their Sword Momentum and invaded their minds.

As such, they were naturally unable to resist the assault.

Of course, using Soul Power to control the sound wave's trajectory consumed even more Soul Power.

After unleashing this roar, a clear hint of fatigue appeared in Ling Fei's eyes.

Yet, his imposing aura remained undiminished.

Celestial River Nine Swords!

As the True Dragon Roar rang out, Ling Fei's sword moved.

SWISH, SWISH!

His Long Sword shot out with overwhelming momentum. He unleashed three consecutive strikes, the Sword Qi transforming into waves that swept forward.

BANG!

In an instant, the surging Sword Qi blocked the attacks from the three men.

The three Wang Clan cultivators were still stunned by the True Dragon Roar, causing their Sword Momentum to lose its power. Once Ling Fei's three strikes from the Celestial River Nine Swords shattered their attacks, they were left completely exposed before his Long Sword. Seeing this, Ling Fei's own Sword Momentum immediately shifted.

Sword Qi Arrow!

With this shift in Sword Momentum, Ling Fei's Long Sword swept out, unleashing three streams of Sword Qi that shot like arrows toward the three young men of the Wang Clan.

The Celestial River Nine Swords technique was powerful, but even if Ling Fei struck again, he couldn't guarantee he could kill all three men instantly. Only by condensing his immense Sword Qi into arrows could he land a fatal blow. Attacked from front and back, this was clearly the most appropriate response.

FWIP, FWIP, FWIP!

The three streams of Sword Qi flew toward their targets.

The Sword Qi was incredibly fast, appearing before the three men in the blink of an eye.

At that moment, their minds were still reeling from the shock of Ling Fei's True Dragon Roar.

By the time their minds gradually cleared, a sword flashed before their eyes, and an aura of Extreme Cold Qi enveloped them.

Then, the arrow-like Sword Qi pierced directly through their hearts.

PAIN!

As excruciating pain spread throughout their bodies, the three Wang Clan prodigies felt their very souls and thoughts begin to slow.

Then, a sense of extreme cold enveloped their hearts.

"This..."

The aura of death enveloped them. The three looked up, their faces full of terror, but before they could even raise their heads, their expressions had already frozen solid.

The three of them stopped breathing.

Then, ice crystals spread across their bodies, sealing them in ice and turning them into three human-shaped sculptures.

And so, the three prodigies of the Wang Clan perished.

As these three fell, the Sword Qi from the remaining six men on the other two sides converged, forming a Sword River that swept toward Ling Fei.

Ling Fei's previously accumulated Sword Momentum was now depleted. At this moment of exhaustion, the six men's assault was like a raging torrent about to swallow him whole.

"Heh, Ling Fei, your Sword Momentum has faded! Time to die!" The six young men grinned ferociously. The Sword Qi pulsing from their Long Swords was like a savage beast, poised to completely annihilate him. They could already picture Ling Fei being struck down by their combined might, and their hearts pounded with excitement.

If they killed Ling Fei now, it would be a great accomplishment. They might even win the favor of the Marquis of Eatern.

"My Sword Momentum has indeed faded. But my true killing blow isn't my Sword Momentum—it's my Physical Power!" Just then, Ling Fei spun on the spot to face the six men, a cold light flashing in his eyes.

As his deep voice rang out, the Blood Qi inside him began to churn. Light Patterns flashed along his spine, and a powerful surge of True Dragon Power filled his entire body.

As he activated the True Dragon Body Refining Technique, the True Dragon Qi within his body was instantly drawn upon.

A tyrannical aura erupted from Ling Fei, causing the river of Sword Qi, a mere seven meters away, to stutter for an instant.

At this moment, his gaze was piercing, his eyes glinting with a blazing light.

He took a step forward, seemingly ignoring the Sword River formed from the ferocious attacks of the six Perfect Innate Realm cultivators before him.

Then, Ling Fei opened his mouth and let out a tremendous roar.

ROAR!

This roar did not channel the Power of Soul; it was purely the raw momentum of the True Dragon Power within Ling Fei's body.

Even so, the sound wave alone caused the six men's Sword Momentum to falter, and the very Void before them seemed to tremble.

"Wh... What is this Power?" Such an imposing aura stunned the six Perfect Innate Realm cultivators.

Ling Fei clearly hadn't drawn his sword or used a Soul Secret Technique, so how could a single roar unleash such a terrifying aura?

At that very moment, Ling Fei leaped up, pouncing like a furious dragon toward the surging river of Sword Qi.

In that instant, Blood Qi surged through Ling Fei's body as if ten thousand dragons were roaring within him.

This time, he had clearly condensed his True Dragon Intent, completely unleashing the Blood Qi Power within his body.

In that moment, he was like a True Dragon, ready to ride the wind, break the waves, and soar to the nine heavens.

An endless stream of Power emanated from his spine in particular, as if stimulated by his True Dragon Intent.

Now, Ling Fei truly felt as if he was about to Transform into a True Dragon.

In that moment, he faced the six men's attack without fear, filled only with the tyrannical intent to shatter everything in his path.

BANG!

Ling Fei pounced like a raging dragon, and soon, Sword Qi like sharp blades began to slash at his body, stinging his skin.

With a flash in his eyes, Ling Fei violently punched toward the surging Sword River.

BANG!

With a single punch, the Sword Qi in front of him disintegrated, and the very Void trembled from the impact.

The six cultivators then watched as their immense Sword River washed over Ling Fei, yet failed to harm him in the slightest.

His punch had blasted a vacuum right through the middle of their Sword River.

And so, they could only watch helplessly as the Sword Qi erupting from their Long Swords whistled past Ling Fei's body.

Yet, Ling Fei's momentum showed no sign of being hindered. Like a raging dragon, his body shattered a portion of the Sword Qi and broke through the river, continuing his advance.