Chapter 62: Yuan Hualong of the Black Dragon Battle Physique

Chapter 62: Yuan Hualong of the Black Dragon Battle Physique

Pressure!

An overwhelming, terrifying pressure bore down upon him.

Chen Feng's expression shifted drastically.

This palm strike was at least twice as powerful as the previous one. Moreover, he was completely locked onto, with all escape routes sealed. There was no way to evade.

With no other choice, Chen Feng swung his sword.

Three Ultimate Swords of Heavenly Wind · Storm Annihilation!

A howling gale erupted as the sword light slashed downward, tearing through everything in its path.

Yet, that brilliant sword light was shattered effortlessly. The unstoppable palm strike surged forward, its terrifying Force crashing down like a tidal wave.

Chen Feng was sent flying once more.

His Flowing Cup Sword trembled violently, and his palms stung as if split open from the impact.

At this moment, Chen Feng realized the undeniable gap between his current strength and the Twelfth Transformation of the Body Forging Realm.

The instant he landed, Lan Junhe closed in again, launching another horizontal palm strike— Towering Waves!

Chen Feng immediately activated the Heaven and Earth Wandering Dragon movement technique, his body twisting with unparalleled agility as he swiftly dodged to the side.

But Lan Junhe's palm strike seemed to envelop the entire space around him. Even at the peak of his movement technique, Chen Feng couldn't evade completely.

Forced to retaliate, Chen Feng swung his sword horizontally once more.

Wind Shadow Annihilation Style!

The sword light pierced forward, only to be shattered again. Chen Feng was sent flying back, his qi and blood churning violently, his Force nearly collapsing entirely.

Coincidentally, the direction he was flung in was straight toward Zhao Kuang, who was charging forward.

Seeing Chen Feng hurtling toward him, a cold, murderous glint flashed in Zhao Kuang's eyes. Without hesitation, he raised his blade, unleashing the full might of his divine trait and Force. Gripping the weapon with both hands, he swung down with brutal force.

This strike held nothing back.

Even a massive boulder weighing 5,000 kilograms would have been cleaved apart instantly.

The devastating slash descended— But instead of Chen Feng's body being torn apart, Zhao Kuang's face twisted in horror.

Lan Junhe, who had just turned around, felt his pupils contract involuntarily as a flash of cold light reflected in his vision.

"Devour!"

Chen Feng had dodged Zhao Kuang's blade. In that split second, he executed a fatal counterattack, devouring Zhao Kuang's divine trait before swiftly looting his spatial ring and broadsword. With a kick, he sent Zhao Kuang's corpse flying toward Lan Junhe, using the momentum to propel himself in the opposite direction. His movements were so fluid and practiced that it was terrifying.

Pushing the Heaven and Earth Wandering Dragon movement technique to its limits, he fled at full speed.

Witnessing yet another junior brother die before his eyes in the same manner, Lan Junhe was driven to madness. His pale blue eyes, now bloodshot, burned with fury.

"I will kill you!" Lan Junhe roared for the first time, his killing intent erupting like a volcano.

But Chen Feng paid no heed, continuing his desperate escape.

From those two exchanges, he had already understood the clear disparity between his current strength and Lan Junhe's. There was no point in a fight to the death.

As Zhao Kuang's divine trait was devoured, a wisp of yellowish-brown energy seeped out, carrying an aura of immense weight.

That energy refined Chen Feng's skin, muscles, bones, and internal organs once more. He could feel subtle changes in his Huntian Sword Body—it grew denser, heavier.

Then, the energy merged into his Force, further enhancing his Huntian Sword Force, making it even more profound and formidable.

Majestic, domineering, razor-sharp, relentless, scorching, and crushing!

This was Chen Feng's unique Huntian Sword Force—no, it had already transcended its original form, evolving into something far more powerful and unpredictable.

However, this time, his foundation and strength had not improved by a full ten percent, only by slightly more than half.

This puzzled Chen Feng.

Was Zhao Kuang’s divine trait inferior to Li Wuji’s?

Or perhaps…

Chen Feng considered another possibility—that Zhao Kuang’s innate divine trait had not been developed to the same extent as Li Wuji’s.

As for which one it was, he couldn’t be certain yet. That would require further verification in the future.

Lan Junhe unleashed his full power in pursuit, closing in relentlessly.

Chen Feng abruptly turned and swung his sword.

It was a strike that poured forth his entire strength, far more formidable than before.

First Form of the Juejian Sword Art!

The sword cleaved through the air as if severing everything in its path, leaving behind only a single streak of light.

Gazing at that light, Chen Feng felt a stirring in his heart. Suddenly, he understood why his master was called the Jueguang Sword Venerable.

In the next moment, flashes of insight surged through his mind.

It was as if he was on the verge of comprehending something profound.

Lan Junhe’s bloodshot eyes flickered with surprise. The power of that sword strike seemed even greater than the one that had slain Li Wuji.

Had Chen Feng been holding back earlier?

Was this his true strength?

Lan Junhe didn’t dwell on it. Even if Chen Feng had hidden his strength, what did it matter?

He would crush him all the same!

With a palm strike, crimson light surged, interwoven with threads of blue, like an unending torrent of heavenly river water descending from the ninth heaven, crushing everything in its path.

The sword light of the First Form of the Juejian Sword Art shattered instantly.

Yet, Lan Junhe’s palm was also halted for a brief moment.

Chen Feng seized the opportunity to dart forward again, inwardly astonished.

Not long ago, Han Ming, the Quasi-Sect Heir of the Qi Sha Hall, had evaded his First Form of the Juejian Sword Art with his exceptional movement technique.

Now, Lan Junhe had blocked and shattered it head-on.

Escape!

Pursuit!

Clash after clash!

Chen Feng’s Force was battered repeatedly, but thanks to continuous tempering, it grew more refined and resilient, never collapsing entirely.

If it had been shattered, he wouldn’t have been able to reform it instantly, drastically weakening his strength. In that case, he might truly have been crushed here.

Though he was at a disadvantage in each exchange, even sustaining injuries, Chen Feng’s understanding of the First Form of the Juejian Sword Art deepened, countless insights flashing through his mind.

Lan Junhe struck again, sending Chen Feng flying. His body slammed into a boulder, and a mouthful of blood spilled from his lips.

Yet, as if feeling no pain, Chen Feng immediately flipped up, using the rock as a foothold to propel himself into another desperate dash.

At that moment, a towering figure appeared ahead.

"Junior Brother Chen?"

A somewhat familiar voice reached his ears.

Chen Feng focused his gaze and recognized the man.

Yuan Hualong!

"Junior Brother Chen, it really is you. What happened?" Yuan Hualong frowned at the sight of Chen Feng’s pale face and bloodied lips, immediately questioning him.

Though he had initially dismissed Chen Feng’s bold words as arrogance, he later realized he might have misjudged him.

Moreover, Chen Feng could become one of his competitors for the position of Sect Heir.

But that was an internal matter.

Outside, disciples of the Huntian Sect must stand united.

Especially within the Hidden Dragon Secret Realm.

With the Tianyuan Sacred Land relentlessly targeting them, disunity would only lead to annihilation.

As these thoughts raced through his mind, Lan Junhe arrived in pursuit.

"Lan Junhe of the Tianyuan Sacred Land is pursuing a sworn enemy. Bystanders, step aside." Lan Junhe caught sight of Yuan Hualong from afar and instinctively sensed his extraordinary aura. Not wanting unnecessary complications, he immediately spoke.

Even so, his words were domineering.

This was the arrogance befitting a sacred land.

After all, though both sacred lands and first-class powers ranked among the top ten, there was an essential difference between them.

"Lan Junhe, so it's you. You dare hunt down a disciple of my sect? Today will be your death day." Yuan Hualong's eyes sharpened as he roared in anger, unleashing his Force without restraint and revealing his Innate Divine Trait in full.

Yuan Hualong possessed a top-tier Saint-Grade Divine Trait known as the Black Dragon Battle Physique.

Anything related to dragons was extraordinary by nature.

The Black Dragon Battle Physique was no exception.

His qi and blood surged like a dragon's roar, resonating through the air and repelling the surrounding atmosphere, as if creating a vacuum.

Yuan Hualong's burly frame became enveloped in a crimson glow, intertwined with strands of black energy coiling like a dragon, his aura growing increasingly tyrannical and violent.

The sheer intensity of his presence was no less formidable than Lan Junhe's.

Both were peerless geniuses of the previous generation, each at the Twelfth Transformation of the Body Forging Realm. However, that year, Lan Junhe had not gone to challenge the Huntian Sect.

"So it's someone from the Huntian Sect. Die with him!" Lan Junhe's killing intent blazed without hesitation as he abruptly struck out with a palm, carrying terrifying force aimed squarely at Yuan Hualong.

Yuan Hualong sneered coldly, clenching his fist without delay. A Black Dragon armguard materialized around his arm as his immense power concentrated into his punch.

Boom!

The fist struck like a black dragon emerging from the abyss, its roar shaking the heavens, unstoppable and domineering.

Fist met palm!

Instantly, an earth-shattering collision erupted, deafening in its intensity.

Waves of terrifying Force exploded, shattering everything in their path.

Both Lan Junhe and Yuan Hualong staggered back, their faces flickering with shock.

That exchange had been evenly matched.

"Junior Brother Chen, focus on healing first," Yuan Hualong said to Chen Feng before launching another punch, unleashing the top-grade martial art—Black Dragon Hundred Battles Fist—without holding back.

If he could slay a Candidate for Sainthood from the Tianyuan Sacred Land here today, it would be a tremendous boon for both himself and the Huntian Sect.

Chen Feng did not refuse. He immediately consumed medicinal pills to heal his injuries and seized the opportunity to replenish his nearly depleted Force.

Having been relentlessly pursued by Lan Junhe, his Force had been almost entirely exhausted.

Of course, during the chase, Chen Feng had consumed numerous pills to restore his qi and blood, thereby accelerating the recovery of his Force. Otherwise, he would have been captured and executed long ago.

If others learned that Chen Feng, at only the Eleventh Transformation of the Body Forging Realm, had managed to endure pursuit from a Twelfth Transformation cultivator for so long, they would be utterly astounded.

The gap between each transformation in the Body Forging Realm, especially after the ninth, grew increasingly vast.

Under normal circumstances, a peak Eleventh Transformation cultivator facing a Twelfth Transformation opponent would be effortlessly crushed and killed.

Even a peak Eleventh Transformation cultivator with a top-tier Saint-Grade Divine Trait would stand no chance against a Twelfth Transformation opponent with a King-Grade Divine Trait.

And yet, Lan Junhe was a Twelfth Transformation cultivator with a top-tier Saint-Grade Divine Trait.

With the aid of the Divine Talisman Of Creation, Chen Feng quickly refined and absorbed the medicinal pills, accelerating his recovery. His injuries healed rapidly, and his Force replenished at an astonishing rate. As he recovered, he observed the intense battle between Yuan Hualong and Lan Junhe. Both combatants, possessing top-tier Saint-Grade Divine Traits and being at the Twelfth Transformation of the Body Forging Realm, unleashed devastating attacks capable of overwhelming those at the Eleventh Transformation. Their techniques were profound, tailored to complement their divine traits. The Ten Great Powers had stood for countless years, amassing an immeasurable collection of martial arts, many of which perfectly aligned with various divine traits.

"Once my injuries are fully healed and my cultivation restored, I will join forces with Senior Brother Yuan Hualong to kill Lan Junhe," Chen Feng resolved inwardly. He harbored no notions of defeating his enemy in a one-on-one duel. The Huntian Sect and Tianyuan Sacred Land were sworn enemies—every means to weaken and destroy the other was justified.