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The spear swept across.

The six elite troops from the East China Sea behind Song Jiao had just formed their initial battle formation.

The crimson-gold aura arrived.

The first move of the "Great Wilderness Subduing Dragon Style": Azure Dragon Emerges from the Sea.

The six-meter-wide spear beam scraped across the surface of the blood pool. The three men in the front row raised their weapons to block, but their weapons shattered, and so did their bodies.

The three in the back row reacted quickly and dodged to the side.

He dodged the spear's attack, but not the flying knife.

Three Starfall Nine Tribulation Blades shot out from Lin Feng's sleeves, silently piercing the knee joints of the three men. The three of them fell to the ground simultaneously.

Lin Feng stepped forward, swung his gun barrel horizontally, and sent the three men flying.

Bang bang bang.

Three muffled thuds followed as three bodies crashed into the pool of blood.

Water splashed high into the air.

The time difference should not exceed four seconds.

All six elite warriors from the East Sea at the Martial Venerable Realm were wiped out.

Song Jiao did not move.

He stood on the other side of the blood pool, watching his six subordinates go from standing to lying down in the blood pool, as if he were watching a performance.

"Pretty fast."

He flicked his wrist. The Dragon Bone Soul-Locking Rope shot out, the black chain stretching into a straight line in mid-air, the dragon skull at the end opening its mouth and biting at Lin Feng's neck.

Extremely fast.

With the infusion of the half-step Martial Saint's blood and qi, combined with the tracking effect of the A-grade treasure, the chain made a turn in the air, bypassed the spear shaft, and headed straight for the throat.

Lin Feng held the gun in his right hand without moving.

Raise your left hand.

Two fingers gripped the upper jaw of the dragon's skull.

Song Jiao was taken aback.

"Hey, you really like catching things with your hands."

Lin Feng exerted force with his fingers, and several teeth on the dragon's skull crunched and broke.

"Your piece of junk isn't even as sturdy as Bai Xiuzhe's knife."

Song Jiao's face darkened.

He yanked the chain violently, stomping his right foot on the ground. The blood and energy of a half-step Martial Saint surged through the ground from the sole of his foot, shattering a ring of stone slabs.

Using the recoil, he sprang up.

As the chains retracted, his body flipped in mid-air, his right leg, enveloped in thick true energy, slashing downwards.

Axe-chopping kick.

It's the kind of kick that can break the spine of an A-level alien beast.

Lin Feng loosened the dragon head skull and propped the gun barrel up.

Song Jiao's leg swept across the gun barrel.

thump.

After the thud, Song Jiao's entire right leg, from his ankle to his knee, went numb. He used the momentum to roll backward, but stumbled when he landed.

The bone wasn't broken, but the periosteum was ruptured.

"Your understanding is flawed." Song Jiao finally realized what was going on.

Martial Venerable Stage 3? What kind of Martial Venerable Stage 3 can withstand a full-force kick from a Half-Step Martial Saint?

Lin Feng didn't give him time to think.

The spear tip is pushed forward.

The second move: Binding the Dragon and Locking the Mountain.

Three chains of qi lashed out from the gun, tightly binding Song Jiao's arms and waist.

Song Jiao struggled, but couldn't break free.

He wrapped the Dragon Bone Soul-Locking Rope around himself twice, activating the protective effect of the secret treasure.

Black runes covered his entire body, resisting Lin Feng's qi chains head-on.

It lasted for three seconds.

The brightness of the runes began to decrease.

Song Jiao's face flushed crimson. "Just what level are you at?!"

Lin Feng twisted his wrist.

The chains of qi tightened.

Click.

Song Jiao's left arm was broken.

"what!"

Click.

Right arm.

"I'll kill you!"

Click click click.

Three ribs were broken together.

Song Jiao's screams echoed through the cave. The runes on the Dragon Bone Soul-Locking Rope dimmed completely, and the chains slipped off his body, falling to the ground with a clatter.

Lin Feng withdrew the qi chains and walked up to Song Jiao.

Song Jiao knelt on the ground, his arms twisted and hanging down, his mouth full of blood.

"If you kill me, Song Zhenkun will not let you get away with it..."

"Your uncle brought several thousand people to surround me last time, and he slunk away."

Lin Feng raised his crimson-gold spear.

"Do you think you have more face than him?"

The tip of the gun was extended.

puff.

The spear tip pierced Song Jiao's right shoulder, pinning him to the stone wall beside the blood pool.

Song Jiao's mouth was wide open; he was in so much pain that he couldn't even scream.

Lin Feng did not kill him directly.

He turned his head and looked at the three people soaking in the pool of blood.

"Which team are these three from?"

Song Jiao was panting heavily, and blood foam was gushing out.

"The West...the Western Frontier..."

Lin Feng walked to the edge of the pool and reached out to pull the three people out. The three were in very poor condition, having lost most of their vital energy, but there was still hope.

He placed the three of them on the dry ground.

It will recover on its own in at most half a day.

After doing all this, he returned to Song Jiao.

"Is the Earth Vein Dragon Lotus your target?"

Song Jiao did not answer.

Lin Feng twisted the gun in half a turn.

"Yes, sir!" Song Jiao cried out in anguish. "Song Zhenkun's task for me was to accelerate the ripening of the Dragon Lotus! The intelligence was something the military region had spent three years gathering!"

"Using live people to urge them on?"

"The elixir doesn't concern itself with methods, it only with results."

Lin Feng stared at him for two seconds.

Then he pulled the gun out of his shoulder.

Song Jiao's body slid off the stone wall and collapsed to the ground.

He thought Lin Feng had let him go.

The next second, Lin Feng's foot landed on his dantian.

Qi and blood are infused.

Click.

It has the exact same voice as Bai Xiuzhe.

The Qi Sea has cracked.

The meridians are severed.

Cultivation level reset to zero.

Song Jiao's screams were even louder than Bai Xiuzhe's.

His accumulated experience as a half-step Martial Saint was wiped out in a single kick.

"Don't kill me...don't kill me..."

Lin Feng pulled his foot back and picked up his gun.

He glanced at the Earth Vein Dragon Lotus at the bottom of the blood pool. The bud was almost open, its dark golden petals trembling slightly.

Just as I was about to reach out and pick it.

The ground beneath my feet suddenly shook.

Extremely violent shaking.

The surface of the blood pool began to churn, eventually boiling, with the red liquid splashing everywhere.

A roar came from the bottom of the pool.

It wasn't the howl of a strange beast.

To be precise, the sound made Lin Feng's eardrums go numb.

boom!

The stone wall at the bottom of the blood pool shattered completely.

A huge head emerged from the rubble.

It had dark gray scales, two curved horns on its head, a mouth that was two meters wide when it opened, and a dark purple light emanating from the depths of its throat.

Netherworld Earth Dragon.

It was more than three times larger than the mutated Thunder Armored Earth Dragon they had encountered in the rift.

The scales were covered with a layer of petrified gray shell, which was peeling off piece by piece to reveal the new, pitch-black armor underneath.

A strange beast in its metamorphosis stage.

A prompt appears on the system panel.

[Detected: Martial Saint-level Beast: Netherworld Earth Dragon (Martial Saint Level 4)]

Martial Saint, Fourth Stage.

Lin Feng's pupils contracted slightly.

The earth dragon's body was still emerging from the bottom of the pool.

Its first action was to look down at Song Jiao, who was slumped over by the pool.

Song Jiao was still groaning.

The earth dragon opened its mouth.

There was no sound.

Song Jiao's body was pulled up by a suction force and sucked into the earth dragon's mouth.

I chewed it twice.

I swallowed it.

Lin Feng took five steps back.

He's currently at the third level of Martial Venerable. If it comes down to a direct fight, it's not that I can't beat him, but the chances of winning are hard to say.

But he doesn't need to fight hard.

Lin Feng's mind sank to the system panel.

Current Martial Arts Points: 9840000

I've been AFK farming both the Ferocious Vulture and the Iron Rhino for so long, and with all the previous accumulation, I've got close to ten million.

[Consumption of martial arts points×2500000]

[Realm improvement: Martial Arts Level 3 → Martial Arts Level 4! 】

Hot flow perfusion.

The core of his dantian expanded.

[Consumption of martial arts points×3000000]

[Realm improvement: Martial Master 4th Stage → Martial Master 5th Stage! 】

The meridians swelled up.

His bones cracked and popped, and the golden patterns beneath his skin flashed twice before disappearing.

The concentration of Qi and blood doubled.

The Netherworld Dragon sensed the changes in Lin Feng.

Its vertical pupils turned and stared intently at the two-legged creature.

hiss!

It opened its mouth and spewed out a dark purple dragon breath.

Lin Feng dodged to the side, and the dragon's breath grazed past his shoulder, burning a two-meter-deep hole in the rock wall behind him.

He didn't rush to fight.

[Consumption of martial arts points×2000000]

[Eye of a Thousand Beasts Upgraded: Tier 3 → Tier 10 (Max Level)!]

A sharp pain shot through my mind.

Deep within his left eyeball, the golden vertical pupil pattern flashed for a moment.

Lin Feng looked at the enormous creature in front of him.

He gripped the Dragon Blood Crimson Gold Spear tightly and stomped his foot.

All thirty-six Starfall Nine Calamity Blades were unsheathed.

The silver throwing knife and the crimson gold spear moved simultaneously.

Knife throwing technique.

Shoot at vital points.

Lin Feng's speed reached the limit of the fifth stage of Martial Venerable.

The earth dragon raised its massive tail and swept across, and Lin Feng stepped on the tail to jump onto its back. He aimed his spear tip at a gap in the scales and thrust it in half a foot.

The earth dragon howled in pain. Its body writhed.

Lin Feng was thrown off balance, but managed to regain his footing mid-air.

Thirty-six throwing knives left more than a dozen wounds on the earth dragon's body, and dragon blood flowed out from the gaps in its scales.

Round after round.

Five minutes later.

The earth dragon's movements became noticeably slower.

Lin Feng landed directly in front of it.

The golden vertical pupil in his left eye lit up.

A surge of spiritual power shot out from his pupils, pouring straight into the depths of the Netherworld Dragon's consciousness.

The earth dragon's body froze.

Its vertical pupils match Lin Feng's.

Two wills collided in the void.

The earth dragon was struggling.

Lin Feng's mental strength was overwhelming.

Five seconds.

ten seconds.

Fifteen seconds.

The light of resistance in the earth dragon's vertical pupils gradually dimmed.

Twenty seconds.

It lowered its head.

[Ding! Contract successful! Congratulations, host, you have obtained a Martial Saint-level exotic beast: Netherworld Earth Dragon!]

Lin Feng exhaled a breath of stale air.

He stepped forward and placed his hand on the earth dragon's enormous head.

The newly formed black scales were cool and smooth, and one could feel the powerful life force pulsating beneath them.

The mount of a fourth-level Martial Saint.

The earth vein dragon lotus beside the blood pool was still faintly glowing.

Lin Feng reached out and plucked it off by the roots, then put it into his storage ring.

He flipped over and jumped onto the earth dragon's neck, just as he was about to control it to burst out of the cave from the top of the cave.

A loud explosion came from above.

It wasn't the roar of an earth dragon.

It was the sound of space being torn apart.

Lin Feng suddenly looked up.

A crack appeared in the top of the cave.

Chaotic spatial turbulence surged from the crack, and wind pressure blew the debris flying everywhere.

The cracks are getting bigger and bigger.

Two streams of energy squeezed in from the crack.

Profound and heavy.

Martial Saint, Fourth Stage.

two.