Divine Wilderness Dragon Emperor

As the Dragon Qi rolled in, the Third Prince's face was a mask of terror as he hurtled backward.

However, he had no time to react.

Before he could make a move, the Dragon Qi engulfed him. Then, a fist imbued with the sound of a True Dragon slammed into his torso.

CRACK!

The punch landed with the sickening sound of breaking bones.

The Third Prince was blasted away.

PTHOO!

Blood sprayed from his mouth.

"Ah!" A pained scream tore from the Third Prince's lips.

"This..." The onlookers were stunned into silence.

'A Quasi-Nascent Soul Realm powerhouse... sent flying by Ling Fei just like that?'

"He possesses the power of a True Dragon Bloodline!" In the distance, Lian Shuang's pupils constricted. "There's no way he's the son of the Great Tang Emperor."

'Even if he is, there's more to Ling Fei's identity than meets the eye.'

'With such combat prowess, who in the younger generation can possibly compare?' In the distance, an Elder watching from within the clouds felt his eyes glint with appreciation.

Grand Elder Fang, Grand Alchemist Yuan Chun, and the others stroked their beards and smiled.

Ling Fei's strength was a source of great relief and hope for them.

"Third Prince!" Li Yufeng cried out in alarm.

'How can he be this strong? How?' Li Qinghou's face was ashen.

Ling Fei's power had far surpassed his expectations.

After all, Ling Fei had only just condensed his Small Yuan Pill a month ago.

In the span of a single month, he could now defeat a Quasi-Nascent Soul Realm cultivator who also wielded a Profound Spirit Treasure.

Word of such combat prowess would be enough to send shockwaves through the Southern Wilderness.

The Beiming Sword Sect would surely be on pins and needles.

'I lost? How could I have lost? I'm a proper Quasi-Nascent Soul Realm powerhouse! The Golden Dragon Mace in my hand is perfectly attuned to my cultivation technique. I can bring out the full might of the Golden Dragon Mace and my True Dragon Mystical Technique. Ling Fei only has a Profound Spirit Sword without any True Dragon properties. How could he possibly compare to me?'

As he hurtled through the air, the Third Prince's shock gave way to utter bewilderment.

'How could I have lost?'

'For a cultivator, a suitable Spiritual Treasure can cause one's combat power to skyrocket.'

'For instance, a Sword Dao cultivator uses a sword.'

'A cultivator of the Cold Dao uses a cold-attributed Spiritual Artifact.'

'And one of the Fire Dao uses a fire-attributed one.'

'Ling Fei is supposed to be a sword cultivator, yet he's clearly unleashing the True Dragon's Might!'

'How can he be stronger than me?' the Third Prince fumed, full of indignation. 'Besides, his realm is lower than mine!'

But he didn't know that Ling Fei had no need to deliberately activate True Dragon Mystical Meaning Patterns to boost his power.

Having a True Dragon Bloodline and having fused with the True Dragon Blood of the Ao Qian Dragon King, he was like a True Dragon himself, possessing Supreme Dragon Power.

How could the strength of his Blood Qi possibly be compared to that of the Third Prince, Li Xun?

"I told you," Ling Fei's voice rang out as he streaked toward the indignant Third Prince, "you're nowhere near strong enough to protect Li Qinghou."

This time, Ling Fei strode forward, raised his foot, and stomped down on the Third Prince.

Wreathed in Dragon Qi, his foot descended like a mighty Dragon Palm, landing squarely on the Third Prince's body.

THUD!

Ling Fei pinned the Third Prince to the ground under his foot.

The mountaintop ground cracked, and a vast shockwave erupted, sending the nearby Wang Haoran, Li Zheng, and others staggering backward.

As they stumbled back, everyone saw Ling Fei standing with his foot on the Third Prince.

Blood trickled from the corner of the Third Prince's mouth. With his hair in disarray, he cut a wretched figure.

"That Ling Fei... he's so tyrannical!" The distant cultivators were all dumbfounded by the sight.

The cultivators who had been scoffing at Ling Fei just moments ago fell silent, no longer daring to voice their mockery or displeasure.

Ling Fei's strength was far beyond anything they could compare to.

"Ling Fei, you dare humiliate me like this! I won't let you get away with it!" Pinned beneath Ling Fei's foot, the Third Prince roared, incandescent with humiliated rage.

"Humiliate you? You think you're worthy?" Ling Fei said, his expression cold. "I made my move today for one reason: to show everyone that anyone who tries to protect a person I want to kill will pay the price." His low voice boomed, echoing for all the onlookers to hear.

A shiver ran through their hearts. They understood that Ling Fei was, in fact, warning them all.

'I have to escape!' Nearby, a glint flashed in Li Qinghou's eyes. He launched himself into the air, becoming a streak of light as he tried to flee.

'Even the Third Prince lost. How could I possibly survive? Obviously, I couldn't. After all, he didn't have any Nascent Soul Realm powerhouses in the Lingyun Sect to back him up!

"Thinking of leaving?" The moment Li Qinghou moved, Ling Fei spotted him. A glint in his eyes, he opened his mouth wide and let out a dragon's roar.

ROAR!

The dragon's roar thundered out. Rolling sound waves mixed with True Dragon Qi blasted from Ling Fei's mouth.

The blast of Dragon Qi was like a True Dragon charging forward.

BANG!

The surging Dragon Qi struck Li Qinghou directly.

Instantly, the fleeing Li Qinghou felt as if his body had been struck by a True Dragon, and the sound of his bones shattering filled his ears.

His blood and qi roiled within him, and he coughed up a mouthful of fresh blood.

The next moment, a Dragon Soul Sound Wave assaulted his mind. His soul quaked, and he plummeted from the sky.

'He was knocked out of the sky just like that?' Li Yufeng was terrified.

'At Ling Fei's hands, it was clear you couldn't even escape!'

'But Ling Fei only seems to know that Qinghou hired the Blood Killing Sect,' he thought, trying to reassure himself despite his terror. 'He probably won't come after me.'

'So decisive!' A glint appeared in the distant onlookers' eyes as the thought ran through their minds.

Ling Fei's decisiveness was intimidating. It was hard to imagine such ruthlessness coming from a young man of only eighteen.

As his body fell from the sky, Li Qinghou's soul was on the verge of dissipating completely.

"Soul Capturing!" After Li Qinghou landed, a glint flashed in Ling Fei's eyes. He tapped a finger, and a pillar-like Dao Pattern shot forth, sinking into Li Qinghou's mind.

He was activating the Soul Capturing Mystical Technique of the Dragon Bone Pen.

However, he hadn't brought out the Dragon Bone Pen itself, merely borrowing its Dao Pattern Power.

Even so, it was more than enough to affect Li Qinghou's soul.

After all, his soul was already grievously injured and powerless to resist.

Wisps of soul were bound by the Seizing Dao Pattern. Relying on his Heart Spirit Sensing, Ling Fei immediately discovered a wealth of information within Li Qinghou's memories.

'Just as I thought. Back at the Dongze Ruins, he passed the information to Liu Chen of the Beiming Sword Sect, who then informed the rest of his sect.' Ling Fei's expression suddenly darkened. 'And that was just the beginning. These people have been plotting against me since the day I joined the sect.'

"What is Ling Fei doing?" The distant Elders were all baffled by his sudden move.

Even Sect Leader Yuan looked on with suspicion.

However, they all just watched from a distance, showing no intention of interfering.

"Li Zheng, Wang Yuyang, Wang Haoran, Li Yufeng... Good. Very good. So you all want me dead?" A moment later, Ling Fei's gaze shifted, locking onto Li Yufeng, Wang Haoran, and the others nearby. A thick killing intent billowed from him, so cold that it felt as if the world itself was about to be sealed in ice.

"Wh-what is it?" Seeing this, Li Yufeng's heart leaped, his face a mask of utter panic.

Just a moment ago, he had been wondering if Ling Fei would let them go!

Yet in the blink of an eye, the man had locked onto him with a murderous gaze.

This filled him with dread.

'Did... did he find something out?' Li Zheng was also terrified, his mind racing.

'It's true we were involved in the plot against Ling Fei. But we didn't pass the message ourselves. Logically, there's no way Ling Fei could know! That way, even if Li Qinghou was killed, we should have been able to escape this disaster. But judging by Ling Fei's sudden shift in mood, it seemed things had gone far beyond their expectations!'

"I, Ling Fei, never attack first. But if someone wants to kill me, I will kill them without fail. Li Yufeng, Wang Haoran, Li Zheng, for the past eight months, you've been scheming against me. You not only leaked the news of my trip to the Dongze Ruins, but you also tried to have me assassinated during my recent trip to the Falling Star Mountain Range."

"Since you want me dead so badly, then today, I will grant your wish and reunite you with Li Qinghou!"

As his low voice fell, a powerful aura locked onto Li Yufeng and the others.

"No! Ling Fei, we never wanted to kill you! You have no proof, how can you kill us?" Li Yufeng shouted in terror, his head raised. "Elders! Sect Leader! Where are you? You have to uphold justice for us! Is the Lingyun Sect just going to let this Ling Fei act so wantonly?"

His voice was deliberately loud, hoping to incite anger among the disciples and make the sect's Elders hesitate, thus stopping Ling Fei.

"This Ling Fei really is too arrogant."

"Isn't anyone going to rein him in?" many people whispered.

In their view, if this was allowed to continue, who in the Lingyun Sect would dare to offend Ling Fei?

This was an extremely unfavorable situation for them.

Who would want to live in an environment with no sense of security?

WHOOSH!

Just then, a figure flickered in the sky, and an Elder appeared.

It was Elder Tan from the Lingyun Sect's Punishment Hall.

In addition, Sect Leader Yuan also appeared.

"The Sect Leader is here!" Seeing this, an uproar went through the crowd.

Many people were thrilled.

"Greetings, Sect Leader." Everyone bowed in unison.

"Sect Leader, you must bring us justice!" Li Yufeng was overjoyed, quickly prostrating himself on the ground as he pleaded.

'Let's see how the Sect Leader handles this,' the other disciples thought, content to watch from the sidelines.

"Ling Fei is trying to kill people without proof. According to sect rules, he should be punished for that," someone whispered.

If not, how could the sect command respect?

Seeing Sect Leader Yuan appear, Ling Fei was slightly taken aback. He retracted his aura and did not press his attack.

As Sect Leader Yuan appeared, his imperious gaze swept over the crowd. His graying hair fluttered at his temples, and an air of supreme authority emanated from him.

Under this pressure, the entire area fell deathly silent. The crowd was like cicadas in winter, not daring to utter a word.

"You are all disciples of my Lingyun Sect," Sect Leader Yuan's deep voice boomed as his imperious gaze swept over the crowd. "Do you know what happened in the Falling Star Mountain Range half a month ago?"

His words left the nearby disciples stunned.

"I heard the Sect Leader fought the Sect Leader of the Beiming Sword Sect," a young man said tentatively, a glint in his eye.