Divine Wilderness Dragon Emperor

"Now, let's have a true duel!"

A deep voice escaped Ling Fei's lips. Within him, his blood roiled. From his spine, True Dragon Power surged into every fiber of his being. A vast aura erupted, a terrifying pressure that exploded outward as a shockwave, blasting in all directions like a frenzied dragon.

A terrifying aura erupted from him. The shockwave, dragon-like in its fury, actually forced Li Chengfeng to take a slight step back.

A suffocating sensation washed over him.

"His aura skyrocketed?" Li Chengfeng's face filled with surprise.

"This is Bloodline Power?" In the stands, Prince Long's brow was tightly furrowed. He murmured, "But why do I feel Dragon's Might within this Bloodline Power?"

He was utterly astonished.

In the entire Empire, only the direct line of the Royal Family could cultivate Dragon Qi.

There were even restrictions. For example, his own sons could cultivate some True Dragon Secret Techniques, but by his grandson's generation, some would find themselves unable to.

This was the rule.

Yet Ling Fei, a disciple from an outside clan, possessed Dragon's Might, and his aura seemed astounding.

"Bloodline Power!" Han Beihai and the other elders beside him were all flabbergasted.

The Marquis of Eastern Town's brow furrowed deeply.

Ling Fei's sudden explosion of astonishing power had exceeded his expectations. At the same time, a sense of unease washed over him.

This young man was too enigmatic, seemingly unfathomable.

As for the spectators, they had no idea why Ling Fei had suddenly erupted with such a terrifying aura.

True Dragon Emerges from the Sea!

At that very moment, Ling Fei made his move.

With a sudden movement, he lunged forward like a True Dragon.

He hadn't seemed to gather any momentum; the Power simply exploded forth.

Simultaneously, a burst of Extreme Cold Qi erupted. Sword Qi shot to the sky, coalescing around Ling Fei. He was both sword and dragon.

In this moment, he was truly employing the True Dragon Mystical Technique, his Sword Intent, and the Cold Dao Mystical all at once.

Even without a blade in hand, his very aura was a sword. As his True Qi condensed, it transformed into a sword, into a dragon, hurtling toward Li Chengfeng.

Such a technique had clearly reached the realm where one's Willpower dictated form—where the Mystical would manifest as one desired.

This was the True Martial Arts Intent Ling Fei had mastered during his seclusion in the Sword Tomb.

The spreading Cold Qi threatened to freeze the very air, and Li Chengfeng felt immense pressure.

True Dragon Hand!

Startled, Li Chengfeng frantically channeled all the Dragon Qi in his body. The energy condensed around his hand, shimmering Scale Armor appeared, and it transformed into a Dragon Claw.

Li Chengfeng then clenched the Dragon Claw into a Dragon Fist and launched it at Ling Fei.

The True Dragon Technique was incredibly difficult to cultivate and required immense reserves of Dragon Qi. Even Li Chengfeng had only managed to master the True Dragon Hand.

Achieving a full-body transformation into a dragon was nearly impossible.

Even his True Dragon Hand, the so-called Dragon Claw, was merely a manifestation created by his Dragon Qi.

For someone at the Celestial Spirit Realm to have cultivated the True Dragon Hand to this degree, Li Chengfeng's talent was already considered astounding.

As he threw the punch with his True Dragon Hand, Dragon Gang Qi shot forth like a rampaging dragon. Its aura was so wild and tyrannical that even a master at the Celestial Spirit Middle Stage Realm would be wary. But in that moment, Ling Fei's aura was stronger still. The Cold Qi emanating from him assaulted Li Chengfeng, impeding his momentum.

Then, the True Dragon Power crashed down. Its force was irresistible, instantly shattering the Dragon Gang Qi erupting from Li Chengfeng's fist.

After all, Li Chengfeng's so-called Dragon Qi was merely Dragon Vein Qi.

But Ling Fei's Dragon Qi was different.

While he also cultivated his Cold Chi True Qi by absorbing Dragon Qi, true power—the True Dragon Power—lay dormant within his blood.

The True Dragon Power contained within his very spine was exceptionally pure. Now, a mere sliver of it had been awakened and was surging through his entire body.

How could Li Chengfeng possibly compare to such an aura?

It was like comparing imitation dragon power to the True Dragon Power itself.

When they clashed, the difference was instantly clear.

BANG!

The two Dragon Qis clashed. Li Chengfeng's Dragon Gang Qi dispersed, and Ling Fei appeared right before his eyes.

The terrifying pressure made it hard to breathe. Li Chengfeng could only watch as Ling Fei's fingers, sharp as a sword, stabbed forward to meet his fist.

In that instant, Li Chengfeng felt as if his fist had been pierced by a sharp sword.

His supposedly indestructible True Dragon Hand was pierced. The Scale Armor condensed from his Dragon Qi shattered. Blood gushed from his fist as a tyrannical Dragon Qi invaded his body through the wound, followed by a colossal impact.

CRACK!

The sound of breaking bone echoed.

The next moment, Li Chengfeng felt the bones in his right arm snap. Pain lanced through him, and he was powerless to resist the tyrannical assault.

BANG!

A terrifying shockwave blasted him, sending Li Chengfeng flying.

The shockwave acted like sharp blades, carving deep gashes across his body, exposing the stark white of bone. It was only because he cultivated the True Dragon Secret Technique and possessed a powerful physique that the blow wasn't fatal.

Even so, the invading Cold Qi made Li Chengfeng feel as if his meridians were about to be frozen solid. A bone-chilling Cold Intent flooded his entire body.

"No..." Terror flooded his heart. Li Chengfeng's eyes were wide with disbelief as he stared at Ling Fei.

He could have never imagined it. He was a dignified master of the Celestial Spirit Realm, a scion of the Royal Family who cultivated the powerful True Dragon Technique. To be defeated so utterly in a single exchange? Before this moment, he would have never believed such a thing was possible. But now, he had well and truly lost.

"Li Chengfeng was knocked off the competition platform!" An uproar instantly erupted in the Martial Arts Arena.

Li Chengfeng had been sent flying a full two hundred meters, a testament to the terrifying power of Ling Fei's last strike.

"Ling Fei won?" Mu Xue wore an expression of utter disbelief.

"B-Brother Fei is so damn awesome!" Wu Dapang's face was full of adoration, and his heart pounded with excitement.

"Is Ling Fei some kind of monster?" Many of the Clan Members were simply stunned.

Ling Fei's attack had defied everyone's imagination.

After all, Li Chengfeng was a disciple of the Royal Family, with combat strength comparable to that of a master at the Celestial Spirit Middle Stage Realm.

Yet now, he had been defeated by Ling Fei, who was only at the Perfect Innate Realm.

It was hard to imagine what terrifying level of talent Ling Fei must possess to accomplish such a feat.

"Haha, Ling Fei won! Ling Fei won!" In the stands, Vice Dean Zhou couldn't help but shout, momentarily forgetting his own status.

'He... he finally won?' Tears welled in Instructor Ruo Huan's eyes. A moment ago, her face had been etched with worry, already pitying Ling Fei for what she thought was a certain loss.

Who would have thought that at the last possible moment, the tables would turn so completely.

"How is this possible? How could Prince Chengfeng lose?" Marquis Yun muttered, clearly unable to accept this reality.

"This..." Prince Long was also utterly astonished.

'This kid actually has such heaven-defying strength. If we let him mature, he'll be unstoppable. He must be killed today,' Liu Yi thought, his face contorting into a savage expression, his killing intent palpable.

His eyes darted about. Seeing that everyone around him was lost in shock and excitement, a terrifying aura suddenly erupted from his body.

"Brat, die!" A deep voice roared as Liu Yi moved. He shot forward like a Spiritual Snake, flying across the open space.

His speed was incredible.

In a flash, he appeared on the competition platform.

At this moment, Li Chengfeng's body had not even hit the ground yet, and the crowd was still completely stunned.

Ling Fei himself had only just landed.

The moment he landed, he felt a suffocating pressure bearing down on him.

"You killed my nephew! A blood debt must be paid in blood!" Liu Yi appeared ten meters from Ling Fei, a Long Sword already in his hand, thrusting straight for Ling Fei's heart.

"Liu Yi, you dare!" Only when Liu Yi appeared ten meters before Ling Fei did Han Beihai, in the stands, notice what was happening. He flew into a rage, his hair and beard standing on end. With a flick of his palm, a Holy Decree appeared in his hand.

From his stance, Han Beihai was clearly about to intervene. The three Elders beside him were also seething with rage, erupting with their own terrifying auras.