Divine Wilderness Dragon Emperor

BANG, BANG!

Just as the Dragon Scales manifested, the aftershock slammed into Ling Fei's body.

Under the force of this immense aftershock, Ling Fei's body shuddered again before he was sent flying a hundred meters. The Blood Qi in his body roiled, and he spat out another mouthful of blood. Fortunately, he was protected by the Dragon Scales; his flesh, blood, and meridians were all incredibly tough, comparable to a Spiritual Treasure.

After all, Ling Fei had used the True Dragon Essence Blood of the Ao Qian Dragon King to forge a True Dragon Body. The strength of his physical form was not to be underestimated.

Furthermore, his flesh, blood, and meridians all contained True Dragon Blood Qi.

When struck by an external force, this True Dragon Blood Qi would be stimulated and automatically resist the impact.

Therefore, this aftershock hadn't truly injured Ling Fei.

He had only spat blood because he had acted hastily and momentarily lost control of his Blood Qi.

Under normal circumstances, not only would Ling Fei have been completely unharmed, but he might have even had the strength to counter-attack.

But to outsiders, Ling Fei undoubtedly looked gravely wounded.

On the other side, Lian Shuang had manifested her Five Elements Sword Lotus to protect herself.

The massive Sword Lotus Qi Vortex swirled, dissipating the aftershocks.

However, one Sword Lotus was still crushed by the force. Fortunately, her control over the Five Elements Sword Lotus was superb, and she quickly guided the other four to defend.

The four Sword Lotuses whistled through the air, their Sword Qi forming a vortex that continuously devoured and neutralized the immense aftershock.

Only then did Lian Shuang avoid injury.

Even so, the impact forced her back several steps, and the Blood Qi within her churned.

'This True Dragon Power is so strong. Could he really be a descendant of the Dragon Race?' As she looked forward, Lian Shuang's eyes were filled with astonishment.

'If he only obtained a mere wisp of True Dragon Essence Blood, how could he be this powerful?'

After all, there were strong and weak True Dragons, and ordinary True Dragon Essence Blood wasn't so heaven-defyingly potent.

Unless the True Dragon in question was astonishingly powerful, having reached a Realm far beyond what ordinary people could ever hope to attain.

'But Ling Fei has always been in the Southern Wilderness. Would he have had the chance to encounter such an existence?'

'Could he have found something in the Falling Star Mountain Range?' Lian Shuang wondered. 'And that Divine Technique he just used... it seemed extraordinary!'

With a hint of suspicion, Lian Shuang's gaze fell upon Ling Fei, who had crashed near the edge of the stage.

'He's injured?' Seeing Ling Fei spitting blood, his clothes tattered, Lian Shuang's brow furrowed slightly as a trace of guilt appeared on her face.

"Ling the Pill Master!" At this moment, the prodigies below the stage cried out in alarm.

"Ling the Pill Master is injured."

"He's coughed up so much blood! His injuries must be severe!" Seeing Ling Fei's blood-soaked clothes, the crowd grew worried.

"His hand! Is his hand broken?!" one of the prodigies exclaimed, asking anxiously.

"Damn, do you have any decency?! At a time like this, you're asking if his hand is broken?" someone said with contempt.

"Isn't Ling the Pill Master the treasure of our Lingyun Sect? If his hand is crippled, wouldn't that crush our dreams of becoming powerful cultivators?" that person said, looking aggrieved.

"Damn, he's so badly hurt, and you're worried about his hand? You should be worried about whether he's going to die!" the other person retorted, raising an eyebrow. "If one hand is crippled, he can still pass on his legacy. But if he dies, it's truly over!"

"Damn, you're the one with no decency," the first person said, rolling his eyes in disdain. "I've never met someone so shameless."

"But still, please don't die, Ling the Pill Master!" Despite his contemptuous words, the man's face was immediately filled with worry as he extended his senses toward the stage.

...

On the stage, Ling Fei landed and spat out another mouthful of blood.

"Junior Brother Ling!" Seeing this, Yuan Chong frowned. He transformed into a streak of light and shot toward the stage.

In addition, the Quasi-Nascent Soul Realm elder in charge of the competition also rushed onto the stage.

Ling Fei being injured was a major event for the Lingyun Sect!

"Ling the Pill Master, how are your injuries? I have Healing Medicine!" The Quasi-Nascent Soul elder quickly helped Ling Fei up, his face full of earnest concern.

From the looks of it, he was even more anxious than Yuan Chong.

"Why is this old man so enthusiastic? So many people were injured earlier, but we didn't see him act like this," many in the crowd muttered.

Yuan Chong was even more astonished.

"Old sir, are you a clansman of Junior Brother Ling?" Yuan Chong inquired from the side.

"Clansman or not, we are all members of the same Sect. We're one big family, so of course we must love and care for each other," the old man said righteously.

Being supported and questioned so fervently by this old man, Ling Fei was also taken aback.

However, he was busy stabilizing the Blood Qi in his body and didn't rush to speak.

'He can't even speak? It seems Ling the Pill Master is gravely injured!' Seeing this, the old man's brows furrowed in worry, and he muttered to himself, 'If Ling the Pill Master is on the verge of death, who will I get Pills from to break through to the Nascent Soul Realm! My dream of becoming a powerhouse! AHHHHH!'

He wailed inwardly, then raised his head with a sorrowful expression and glared at Lian Shuang.

'This girl, why did she have to strike so hard? Weren't they supposed to be sweet on each other?' The old man felt like crying.

"Junior Brother Ling, are you okay?" Seeing Ling Fei remain silent, Yuan Chong also hurried over, shaking his shoulders.

Ling Fei, who was in the middle of regulating his Blood Qi, frowned as he was shaken like this.

But seeing Ling Fei frown, Yuan Chong panicked.

'He's not really seriously injured, is he?!' Yuan Chong's eyes flickered. He turned to look back at Lian Shuang and said, "Junior Sister Lian Shuang, your attack was too ruthless!"

Yuan Chong's accusation made all the spectating Cultivators below panic.

'Is Ling the Pill Master actually going to die?' many wondered, a hint of resentment in their eyes as they looked at Lian Shuang.

How could their goddess do such a thing?

Don't you know that Ling the Pill Master is the treasure of our Lingyun Sect?

Many people were frustrated but were too embarrassed to voice their accusations. After all, she was their goddess!

Countless gazes converged on Lian Shuang.

Only this time, they were not filled with adoration.

This left Lian Shuang feeling utterly bewildered.

'Ling Fei shouldn't be that badly injured, right?' Lian Shuang was baffled. When she had attacked, she had clearly felt the power of Ling Fei's strike.

'To be able to launch such an attack, he must have had strength to spare. Even if he was caught off guard and hurt by the aftershock, it shouldn't have left him on the brink of death, right?'

However, in her opinion, it was inevitable that Ling Fei would have at least broken some bones.

After all, with an aftershock of that magnitude, it would be difficult not to get injured.

"I'm sorry, I truly didn't expect that to happen," Lian Shuang said apologetically.

First, she had only unleashed that powerful sword strike because Ling Fei had used his True Dragon Power, forcing her hand.

Second, she knew that even if Ling Fei were defeated, Sect Leader Yuan and the others would intervene in time.

But who would have thought that Sect Leader Yuan and the others wouldn't act at all?

Lian Shuang apologized, but Yuan Chong still wore a mournful expression, giving her a look that said, 'You're not my goddess anymore.'

Then, he shook Ling Fei again. "Junior Brother Ling! How are you? Why don't you take a Healing Elixir first? I have a Tendon Continuation Pill, and a Hemostatic Pill..." His face was filled with worry, because Ling Fei's blood-soaked appearance was truly tragic and unbearable to look at.

"COUGH, COUGH. I'm not dead yet!" being shaken like that by Yuan Chong, Ling Fei finally let out a cough and spoke.

Then he tried to push himself up and stood.

"You're fine?" Yuan Chong was stunned and began to inspect Ling Fei carefully.

The old man beside him did the same.

His hair and beard were completely white. He was over a hundred years old and had been stuck at the Quasi-Nascent Soul Realm for far too long. He desperately hoped for a Pill King to emerge in the Sect and refine a Spirit Pill for him.

If he could just step into the Nascent Soul Realm, he could die without regrets.

"Do I look like I'm not okay?" Ling Fei stood up and stretched his arms. "It's just a minor injury. I'll be fine after some rest and recuperation."

In fact, Ling Fei was already completely fine.

But since everyone looked like they thought he was about to die, saying so would just be a waste of breath and require too much explanation. That was why he said what he did.

"He's fine?" Upon hearing this, the crowd was first stunned, then overjoyed.

"Good, Ling the Pill Master didn't die. The legacy he obtained can be passed on to others," someone muttered.

"You heartless bastard," someone immediately retorted with disdain. "Fellow disciples should love and care for each other. How can you only think about Pills?"

"Huh? Ling the Pill Master's hand is fine! Haha, his hand is fine!" But just as this person spoke, he suddenly noticed that the arm Ling Fei had used to block Lian Shuang's sword was unharmed. He couldn't help but laugh out loud. "His hand is fine, so Ling the Pill Master can continue with his Alchemy!"

"Damn, didn't you just say not to think about Pills?" the person next to him said, rolling their eyes.

"I'm just happy for Ling the Pill Master, aren't I?" this person replied righteously.

...

"As long as he's okay, as long as he's okay." At this moment, the tens of thousands of people in the arena all breathed a collective sigh of relief.

Only now did they realize just how much they wanted an alchemy prodigy in the Sect.

"You're really okay! How are you so amazing? You actually blocked that sword strike from Junior Sister Lian Shuang." On the stage, Yuan Chong was overjoyed, and he lightly punched Ling Fei's chest as he spoke.

"Kid, don't be so rough! What if you punch Ling the Pill Master and seriously injure him?" the old man beside them quickly pulled Yuan Chong away.

"Uncle, don't be like that. I know my limits," Yuan Chong said quickly.

"Get off the stage," the old man said, shooing Yuan Chong away.

"Hey, I still want to talk with my junior brother." Yuan Chong was frustrated but was driven off the stage anyway.

'Am I really that fragile?' Seeing the old man's antics, Ling Fei was speechless.

He'd only spat out a couple of mouthfuls of blood. Why was everyone acting like he was on the verge of death?

Shaking his head, Ling Fei's gaze shifted, and he looked at Lian Shuang, who stood before him.

At this point, only Ling Fei and Lian Shuang remained on the stage.

Lian Shuang's eyes flickered. Seeing that Ling Fei was unharmed, a rare, faint smile graced the corners of her lips.

"The True Dragon Hand truly lives up to its reputation," Lian Shuang said with a smile, her slender hand gently brushing back her long, blue hair.

"Senior Sister Lian Shuang's Swordsmanship is transcendent. This junior brother is truly impressed," Ling Fei said, cupping his fists. Even now, he could not forget the powerful aura of Lian Shuang's sword strike.