Chapter 69: The Resounding Dragon Roar and the Unidentified Figure

Chapter 69: The Resounding Dragon Roar and the Unidentified Figure
"Ye Wufeng, hand over the Dragon Marrow Spiritual Liquid!"
A cold shout rang out, accompanied by the stirring momentum of wind and thunder.
"I told you, I don’t have any Dragon Marrow Spiritual Liquid!" A young man in a blue martial robe, gripping a sword, roared in frustration as he desperately dodged attacks. His handsome face was swollen on one side, making him look rather disheveled.
Nearby stood a Bun-haired Girl, her expression dazed and confused.
"Brother..." After a long pause, the Bun-haired Girl finally snapped out of her stupor and said sheepishly, "I think we got the wrong person."
"Huh?"
The young man who had been chasing Ye Wufeng halted abruptly and turned to the Bun-haired Girl, his face filled with confusion.
Seizing the opportunity, Ye Wufeng quickly fled, slipping into a fissure and disappearing.
"That’s not the person who stole my Dragon Marrow Spiritual Liquid," the Bun-haired Girl said, her cheeks flushing red.
"But he is Ye Wufeng..." the young man replied before suddenly realizing, "You mean the person who stole your Dragon Marrow Spiritual Liquid pretended to be Ye Wufeng but actually wasn’t?"
"Yes, yes!" the Bun-haired Girl immediately confirmed, her doll-like face twisting into a fierce expression. Her small tiger-like teeth ground together with a grating sound, as if she wanted to bite something apart. "That’s exactly it! That person is truly despicable—not only did they steal the Dragon Marrow Spiritual Liquid, but they also impersonated Ye Wufeng! It’s absolutely infuriating! Brother, you must teach them a lesson and take back the Dragon Marrow Spiritual Liquid!"
"Don’t worry," the young man said, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.
Suddenly, his eyebrows twitched slightly as he faintly heard a peculiar, faint cry. He immediately turned to the Bun-haired Girl and said, "Follow me."

Convergence!
All the prodigies and supreme prodigies who had entered the depths of Panlong Peak and heard the faint, rhythmic cries immediately rushed toward the source of the sound.
The reason was simple—the sound bore an uncanny resemblance to the dragon’s roar that had accompanied the rainbow light manifesting above Panlong Peak earlier.
A dragon’s roar!
Though none of them had ever seen a real dragon or heard its cry before, they were certain.
It was as if the knowledge came from the depths of their very being.
An opportunity!
Everyone concluded that the dragon’s roar must signify an immense opportunity—one they absolutely could not afford to miss.
Panlong Peak wasn’t particularly large, but its winding internal passages made traversing it time-consuming. However, by continuously following the fissures, one could save a great deal of time.
The key was having a strong sense of direction.
Otherwise, what seemed like progress inward might actually lead outward.
Martial artists inherently possessed keener senses than ordinary people, and prodigies and supreme prodigies with divine traits far surpassed even regular martial artists in perception.
As Chen Feng passed through a fissure, he spotted two figures locked in battle.
"Li Yiming..."
Chen Feng’s eyes narrowed slightly. One of the combatants was none other than one of the two supreme prodigies at the Twelfth Transformation of the Body Forging Realm that the Huntian Sect had sent into the Hidden Dragon Secret Realm.
And his opponent?
The Zhenwu Saint.
Li Yiming activated his divine trait, and behind him, the phantom of a tree suddenly appeared, its roots seemingly anchored in the air, its branches and leaves swaying as if caught in a breeze. A faint green glow enveloped Li Yiming, enhancing his aura, making him appear vibrant and full of vitality.
Yet, the Zhenwu Saint did not activate his divine trait.
Even so, he was able to suppress Li Yiming.
Chen Feng couldn't help but frown.
From his perception, Li Yiming's aura was no weaker than Ye Mingxuan's. If Chen Feng didn't enter the Sword Unity Realm, his strength would only be slightly superior to Li Yiming's—marginally so.
If he did enter the Sword Unity Realm, his power would surge several times over.
However, maintaining the Sword Unity Realm consumed too much energy and lasted only a single breath, making it unsuitable as a regular technique. It could only serve as a trump card, reserved for critical moments.
Yet, the Zhenwu Saint, without even activating his divine trait, relied solely on his cultivation to gain the upper hand.
This level of strength was unimaginable.
If he did activate his divine trait, how much more formidable would he become?
Chen Feng couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine.
Those who possessed divine traits, even without activating them, were naturally stronger than their peers who lacked one.
Divine traits not only granted special powers but also endowed their bearers with an even more astonishing foundation.
Li Yiming's spear trembled in his grip, transforming into dozens of spear shadows that lashed out like wildly growing branches, all aimed at the Zhenwu Saint.
Each spear shadow carried the overwhelming Force of the Twelfth Transformation of the Body Forging Realm, capable of shattering rocks and piercing steel with ease.
The Zhenwu Saint's towering figure paused slightly, his gaze involuntarily shifting as if he had heard something.
Only when the dozens of spear shadows closed in, enveloping Li Yiming completely, did the Zhenwu Saint finally act.
His thick arm drew back, his fingers tightening into a fist. A faint golden Force gathered around his knuckles, radiating an overwhelming, indomitable, and unstoppable might.
"That punch!"
Chen Feng's pupils constricted, a flicker of shock flashing deep within his eyes.
The profundity, the aura, the sheer dominance of that punch—all of it pointed to one possibility.
Supreme-grade!
That punch was a supreme-grade fist technique.
Since entering the Hidden Dragon Secret Realm, Chen Feng had fought in dozens of battles, yet aside from himself, the strongest martial arts he had encountered were top-grade.
Now, for the first time, he witnessed someone else wielding a supreme-grade martial art.
The feeling was indescribable.
Excitement, anticipation… or something else entirely.
The Flowing Cup Sword in its sheath trembled faintly, as if eager to be drawn, resonating with Chen Feng's desire to fight.
This was a mystical sensation, born from his comprehension of the Sword Unity Realm—profound and ineffable.
With an earth-shaking punch, the dozens of spear shadows shattered instantly. The spear quivered violently, and Li Yiming was sent flying backward, crashing into the cavern wall. A mouthful of blood spilled from his lips.
After sparing Chen Feng a glance, the Zhenwu Saint turned and strode away, disappearing into a fissure.
Li Yiming quickly wiped the blood from his mouth and stood up.
"Junior Brother Chen, why didn't you attack earlier?" Li Yiming demanded coldly, his gaze sharp.
Chen Feng, who had been about to speak, froze momentarily, staring at Li Yiming in bewilderment.
"If you had just stepped in to hold off the Zhenwu Saint earlier, I would have had a chance to wound him," Li Yiming continued, his voice growing increasingly cold and sharp.
"The Zhenwu Saint didn’t even activate his divine trait. How exactly did you plan to wound him?" Chen Feng finally snapped out of his thoughts, realizing Li Yiming wasn’t joking but genuinely questioning him, and responded with a mocking laugh.
"You—!" Li Yiming’s expression twisted as if struck where it hurt the most, his eyes turning icy and sharp, flashing with fury.
Chen Feng ignored him, stepping forward with the agility of a swimming dragon, swiftly passing through the fissure to continue onward.
"Damn it!" Li Yiming snarled. "Just a mere Mortal Body holder, yet so arrogant."
With that, Li Yiming immediately activated his movement technique, charging toward the fissure.
Not that he intended to attack Chen Feng—after all, the Huntian Sect, like all sects, had strict rules forbidding infighting among disciples.
His resentment stemmed from something else.
He couldn’t stand that a mere Mortal Body holder like Chen Feng held the title of Quasi-Sect Heir, standing on equal footing with him, a top-tier Saint-Grade Divine Trait possessor.
Nor could he stomach the fact that, despite being a Twelfth Transformation expert in the Body Forging Realm with a Saint-Grade Divine Trait—only slightly inferior to Yuan Hualong’s Black Dragon Battle Physique—he remained a Quasi-Sect Heir while Yuan Hualong had been promoted to Sect Heir Candidate.
All these grievances festered in his heart.
Sensing the presence behind him, Chen Feng grew slightly wary.
If Li Yiming dared to attack, he would instantly trigger the Sword Unity Realm and strike him down with lightning speed in a single breath.
Yet, Chen Feng hoped Li Yiming wouldn’t act so rashly.
After all, as a Quasi-Sect Heir of the Huntian Sect, possessing a top-tier Saint-Grade Divine Trait and reaching the Twelfth Transformation of the Body Forging Realm, Li Yiming had boundless potential. If he cultivated further, reaching the Transcendent Realm, the Dao Integration Realm, or even the Saint Realm, it would be a tremendous boon for the sect.
Li Yiming didn’t attack. Instead, he swept past Chen Feng.
A cold snort reached Chen Feng’s ears.
Chen Feng’s brow furrowed slightly before relaxing. He said nothing—there was no need.
As long as Li Yiming didn’t provoke him, he wouldn’t bother.
But if next time, Li Yiming dared to target him…
The intermittent dragon roars grew clearer and more intense, their pitch rising as if brimming with the joy of new life.
Running!
Deeper!
Finally, after passing through another fissure, Chen Feng entered a cavern spanning hundreds of meters in diameter.
His sweeping gaze ignored everything else, instantly drawn to the rainbow light at its center.