High Martial Arts: Starting with a Conceptual-Level Superpower

The Netherworld Serpent paused, stopped moving, but resumed its movements the next second.

However, in that crucial second, Wang Fuyang had already escaped from the snake's mouth.

The Netherworld Serpent swallowed nothing at all.

Feng Yi's forehead was covered in a fine sweat, and his face turned deathly pale.

Imprisoning a beast with the strength of the Heavenly Realm takes only a second, and its star power is almost completely drained.

If this got out, countless people would be shocked that a first-level Earth Realm cultivator had actually managed to imprison a Heaven Realm beast, even if only for a mere second.

For a Heavenly-level expert, a single second is enough to determine victory or defeat.

Wang Fuyang rode directly onto the top of the Netherworld Demon Serpent's head and began to smash down with his golden fists.

The Netherworld Serpent, in pain, struggled and tumbled in the air, trying to throw Wang Fuyang off.

But Wang Fuyang seemed to have merged with the Netherworld Serpent, firmly riding on its head without moving an inch.

Once again, muffled sounds like thunder echoed in the sky.

Blood, as black as ink, began to flow from the eerie vertical pupils of the Netherworld Serpent.

By this time, it had been beaten unconscious, fell to the ground, and twisted its body, causing a lot of dust.

With Zhang Yu's help, Feng Yi retreated to a safe position and sat on the ground to recover his almost depleted star power.

In the Anxing Mountains, the white mist has slowly dissipated, and those who were trapped in the illusion have awakened one after another.

Hearing the loud noise coming from afar, they all rushed in that direction.

Further away, several more figures were rapidly approaching by flying through the air; they were Heavenly-level experts who had entered the Anxing Mountains from other directions.

Xue Ruyan ran all the way without daring to delay, and finally arrived at the command post at the foot of the mountain.

After learning about Wang Fuyang's situation, the command immediately notified the Zhenxing Sitian-level experts searching the mountains from other directions to rush to his aid.

Moreover, just to be on the safe side, the middle-aged man from Zhenxing Division who had spoken at the foot of the mountain also went deep into the mountains to provide support, led by Xue Ruyan.

Just as Feng Yi was meditating to recover his star power, three figures fell from the sky.

Upon seeing the person who had arrived, Zhang Yu immediately stood up and bowed.

"Team Leader Wu, Team Leader Li, Team Leader Zhao."

The three stared intently at the area covered in smoke and dust in the distance and asked.

"What's going on up ahead?"

Zhang Yu immediately replied, "It's the director battling a fully grown Netherworld Serpent."

"The Netherworld Serpent!"

The three of them were all shocked when they heard this.

Nowadays, even in the Starry Sky Battlefield, it is rare to see the adult Netherworld Serpent. Unexpectedly, there is one in the Anxing Mountains.

The three of them immediately decided to go forward and support Wang Fuyang.

Although the three of them were only at the first level of the Heavenly Realm, the Heavenly Power Realm, they were still at least Heavenly Realm experts.

The three of them took off and flew into the smoke and dust.

With the arrival of the three, an even greater commotion immediately arose from within the smoke and dust.

A series of intense energy fluctuations emanated from it, and then gradually subsided.

By this time, many members of the Zhenxing Division and students from various clubs had arrived after hearing the commotion.

As the smoke cleared, everyone saw a disfigured snake head and a severed snake body.

Wang Fuyang stood with three powerful experts at the Zhenxing Sitian level.

Wang Fuyang's alloy gauntlets were stained with black blood, his face was slightly flushed, and his chest was heaving.

It's clear that slaying the Netherworld Serpent was no easy feat.

Even though he exerted a great deal of effort, he was almost swallowed by the demonic serpent.

Fortunately, Feng Yi restrained the Netherworld Serpent in time, which bought him a precious second.

Wang Fuyang took out a jar from his spatial bracelet and handed it to the man next to him.

"Go and extract the true blood from this beast."

The man took the jar, walked to the snake's body, and, finding the right spot, slashed it open with his sword.

Blood, as black as ink, flowed out, and the man quickly caught it in a jar.

The jar was like a bottomless pit; a large amount of blood flowed into it, but it still didn't fill the jar.

A few minutes later, when the bleeding stopped, the man took the jar and walked up to Wang Fuyang.

Wang Fuyang took the jar, and then a hazy starlight emanated from his hands.

After a while, he poured the real blood from the jar into a small, transparent bottle.

So much true blood was reduced to just this small bottle after his refining process.

However, if just this small bottle were sold, it would fetch at least tens of millions of Chinese yuan.

The true blood of the Netherworld Serpent is not something you can just buy whenever you want.

The true blood of this ancient beast is extremely precious and has excellent effects when used for body tempering.

After doing all this, he led the way towards the crowd.

Feng Yi had recovered by then, and seeing Wang Fuyang walking towards him, he didn't think much of it.

After walking to Feng Yi's side, Wang Fuyang threw the Netherworld Demon Serpent's True Blood to him.

Feng Yi quickly caught it with both hands, looking at Wang Fuyang blankly, not knowing what he meant.

Is this for myself?

Wang Fuyang smiled.

"If it weren't for you, I might have been swallowed by that beast long ago. Consider this bottle of true blood as a token of my gratitude."

"Thank you, Director." Feng Yi wasn't one to be pretentious. Wang Fuyang had given him his true blood in front of so many people; if he refused, it would seem rather ungrateful.

The people around were filled with envy. A bottle of true blood was a small matter, but gaining the appreciation of a Heaven-level expert was the most important thing.

At the same time, they were also filled with curiosity about what Feng Yi had done to be able to help a Heavenly-level expert.

Seeing that Feng Yi had collected the true blood, Wang Fuyang smiled with satisfaction.

After the headcount was completed, it was already dark.

Wang Fuyang had intended to rest for a while, but he was worried that the commotion he had made earlier would cause the members of the Divine Cult to escape. So he only rested for a short while before continuing his journey under the cover of night.

On the way, Jiang Liangchen and the others followed.

"Feng Yi, have you seen Xue Ruyan?"

They searched everywhere but couldn't find Xue Ruyan, and they couldn't help but feel anxious.

Feng Yi then realized that he hadn't told them about Xue Ruyan going down the mountain to get reinforcements.

So he told them about it.

After hearing this, the group felt relieved.

Under the cover of night, the group gradually approached the cult's hideout.

This is a valley where rows of wooden houses are hidden in the dense forest. If someone were to stumble upon this place, they might mistake it for a paradise on earth.

However, what's puzzling is that the sky had already completely darkened by then.

There were no lights on in this group of wooden houses, and no religious people were found.

The silence was eerily quiet.

The group noticed something amiss as soon as they arrived; if this were a stronghold of the cult, it wouldn't be so quiet.

The only explanation is that the cult members already knew their whereabouts and either escaped beforehand or lay in ambush.