Fantasy, starting with a treasure bowl

Rumble...!

Countless hurricane blades raged and swept across the area, and the resulting super storm was incredibly powerful. For a time, the entire nameless valley trembled and roared incessantly, and it took an unknown amount of time for it to gradually subside.

"Ugh...! Damn it!"

Inside the valley, a disheveled figure covered in blood slowly emerged, revealing a pale, gloomy face—it was none other than the savage dragon who had miraculously survived.

However, although the dragon managed to escape with his life, his injuries were extremely severe.

Not only were his robes torn and his body covered in wounds, but he had also lost his left arm, which was bleeding profusely. He looked utterly wretched and had lost all the imposing presence of the former Four Protectors of the Wusheng Sect.

"Cough cough cough...!"

Just as the savage dragon reappeared, a weak coughing sound of blood came from the side.

"Damn it! I still can't do it...!"

The next moment, Lu Feng struggled to his feet, his face pale and blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, clearly indicating that he was also seriously injured and unable to fight any longer!

The battle was so fierce that both sides suffered heavy losses!

However, compared to Lu Feng's exhaustion, the opposing Manlong, despite losing an arm, still had the strength to fight!

Because Yuanhai Realm experts are different from Lingpo Realm warriors, due to the existence of Yuanhai aura, their combat endurance is extremely strong. They can continuously inject new Yuan power into their dantian, and can even regenerate severed limbs!

This is something that Lu Feng cannot match at present. Even if he tries his best and even uses the Super Hurricane Blade Storm, he can only cut off one of the savage dragon's arms in the end!

After all, the gap between his cultivation level and that of the Savage Dragon was too great, almost seven minor realms and one major realm apart. Without external help, it would be very difficult for him to kill the opponent!

"That damned little beast...!"

Looking again at Lu Feng, who was badly injured and weak not far away, Manlong ignored the blood dripping from his mutilated left arm, and slowly stepped towards him while circulating his energy to regulate his breathing. "This protector underestimated you at first....!"

"No wonder even the Three-Eyed Bloodthirsty Tiger couldn't withstand a single blow from you. With your mere weak cultivation at the sixth level of the Spirit Soul Realm, you actually managed to force this protector into such a wretched state... You've got guts!"

"Unfortunately, you cannot escape death today! All your struggles end here...!"

A cruel look appeared on Manlong's face. The next moment, his right palm shot out again, and he immediately manipulated the black stick that was stuck upside down on the ground to smash it against Lu Feng, who was powerless to resist. It seemed that he intended to end this farce completely!

"Damn it! Ancient One, save me...!"

At the critical moment of life and death, Lu Feng tried to dodge, but his body was as if nailed to the spot and could not move. Moreover, his internal energy was empty. He immediately and subconsciously called for help from Gu Canyang in the treasure basin.

"stop...!"

At the critical moment, a furious shout suddenly came from the side, immediately interrupting the dragon's fatal blow!

Whoosh! Glug...!

The black rod suddenly stopped in mid-air, and Lu Feng's eyes widened as he stared at the black rod that was only inches away from him. Then, he swallowed hard, still feeling a little scared.

After all, if he had gone in just a few more inches, his head would have been smashed to pieces by the black club, making it an extremely dangerous situation!

"Is it you again, with that sour face and the knife-wielding look?"

Turning his head to look to the side, he discovered that the person who spoke was none other than Shen Tianzhong. Manlong's brows furrowed, and a disdainful sneer appeared on his lips. "I didn't expect your bitter-faced little devil to be so tough, still alive after all this..."

"Very well! Since you're willing to die for this little beast surnamed Lu, then this protector will grant your wish!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Manlong clenched his right fist and manipulated the black club to swing at Shen Tianzhong, who was standing to the side, seemingly wanting to deal with this meddlesome fellow first.

"Barbarian, Barbarian Dragon! Don't be so smug...!"

Facing the deadly attack from the Savage Dragon, Shen Tianzhong, who was lying on the ground, showed no fear. Instead, he remained unusually calm. "We are students of Falling Star Academy, the number one academy in the Yuanfeng Realm of the Eastern Xuan Region. Moreover, we have close ties with various righteous forces..."

"Even if you kill us today, you will not escape death tomorrow! The elders of Falling Star Academy will surely avenge us. As for you remnants of the Wusheng Sect, you are like grasshoppers in autumn, you won't be able to jump around for many more days..."

Shen Tianzhong's tone was cold and solemn, as if he knew he was going to die and had now come to terms with it.

"Falling Star Academy?"

The black club hovered in mid-air once more, failing to smash Shen Tianzhong's head. Manlong, his eyes narrowed with curiosity, asked, "Could it be that your bitter face and that little bastard surnamed Lu next to you are both students of Falling Star Academy?"

"That's right...!"

Seeing Manlong suddenly stop, Lu Feng, who was also badly injured, was also startled, as if he had sensed a new turning point. He immediately said in a low voice, "Protector Manlong, as the saying goes, a wise man submits to circumstances. I don't need to say more about these petty tricks..."

"Besides, even if you kill the two of us now, you won't gain anything. On the contrary, you'll only create enmity with Falling Star Academy, which isn't a wise move..."

"On the contrary, if you release the two of us now, I can guarantee that we will keep to ourselves and your Wusheng Sect from now on..."

"Hahahaha...!"

Before Lu Feng could finish speaking, Manlong suddenly threw his head back and laughed loudly, his face full of disdain, as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world.

"You two little beasts, do you think you can intimidate me just by invoking the name of Falling Star Academy? I only spoke up because I thought it was a coincidence..."

"coincide?"

Lu Feng frowned slightly.

"That's right! It's highly likely that the unfortunate fellow who died at my hands two months ago also initially invoked the name of Falling Star Academy, intending to threaten me into submission..."

With another cold laugh, Manlong said insincerely, "Unfortunately, the mere Falling Star Academy couldn't intimidate this protector in the slightest. In the end, this protector still smashed that unlucky fellow into mincemeat with a single blow, leaving no trace of his body!"

Swish!

After saying that, the barbarian dragon raised his hand and touched the storage ring on his finger. He then threw out a bloody and horrifying human head, which seemed to be a trophy he had collected from killing people in the past.

Glug!

The head fell to the ground instantly, soaking the ground in blood. Lu Feng and Shen Tianzhong's expressions changed slightly, suddenly turning ugly.

"This is... the head of Xiong Baidao, the third brother of the Five Spirits Society?!"

"You...you actually killed Xiong Baidao!"

Lu Feng's gaze was fixed on the gruesome, bloody human head on the ground opposite him. His brows furrowed, and he was filled with astonishment.

Although the head was covered in blood and most of the facial features were blurred, he still recognized the person's background and identity.

Because, during the academy competition in the past, Xiong Baidao had joined Xu Tianlong in challenging him, and was one of Xu Tianlong's henchmen.

Lu Feng still vividly remembers this scene and will never forget it.

"Damn it! No wonder we haven't heard from Xiong Baidao lately; it turns out he also met his end at the hands of the Wusheng Demonic Sect...!"

Shen Tianzhong stared intently at Xiong Baidao's mangled head, his face ashen, as if he too had fallen into a state of powerless despair.

After all, Xiong Baidao not only ranked third in the Five Spirits Society, but he was also the seventh-ranked expert on the Hidden Dragon List of the Four Kingdoms of Lingnan. Moreover, he had the support of Xu Tianlong, the leader of the Five Spirits Society, and Yuan Tiangang, the elder of the Martial Hall!

However, even with his many backgrounds and powerful backers, Xiong Baidao was ultimately doomed to die, let alone Shen Tianzhong and Lu Feng, who had no background at the moment!

"Heh, looks like this unlucky fellow named Xiong Baidao is an old acquaintance of yours?"

Seeing the shocked expressions on Lu Feng and the others' faces, Manlong sneered again, his tone still mocking, "Not bad, it wasn't for nothing that this protector kept this unlucky fellow's head as a souvenir..."

"As for you two little beasts, you'll be going with him soon...!"

boom!

The killing intent emanating from the barbarian dragon intensified, and it released an even more powerful Yuan energy aura. As for its left arm, which had been severed by Lu Feng earlier, it had been regenerated and, under the nourishment of the Yuan Sea aura, it was left without a single scar!

"Hehehe, it's only about dealing with two juniors at the Spirit Soul Realm, yet it's already taking so long. Even I'm starting to find it hard to watch..."

Just as the barbarian dragon was about to unleash a massacre, a hoarse, aged voice came from afar, causing his expression to falter slightly.

"That voice...is that Old Man Xu?"

He quickly looked in the direction of the sound, and the next moment, Manlong frowned slightly, his face showing displeasure, as if he had some grudge against the person who came. "Damn it! How come I keep running into this old bastard wherever I go..."

"Could it be that this old bastard is possessed by a sycophant, specifically targeting this protector?"

Above them, a huge wooden kite, several meters long and resembling a spaceship, was floating in the air. At the head of the kite stood a mysteriously aged figure.

The newcomer appeared to be over seventy years old, with a hunched back. He was sitting in a mechanical wheelchair, seemingly born disabled and unable to stand up, giving off a sense of decay and exhaustion.

However, although the old man in the black robe looked like he was about to die and was very thin, he was always shrouded in an extremely terrifying aura of Yuan power, which made people not dare to underestimate him!

"A strange wooden kite that can fly through the air, and an exquisitely crafted mechanical wheelchair..."

Looking up at the sky as well, Shen Tianchong's pupils constricted sharply, followed by a look of horror. He seemed to have recognized the old man in black robes as well. "Could this person be Xu Yiping, one of the four protectors of the Wusheng Sect, known in the martial arts world as the 'Old Monster of a Hundred Weapons'?!"