Ancient Dragon Elephant Technique

Someone ambushed Lin Feng with a sudden strike—fast, accurate, ruthless—as if they were intent on taking his life in one hit. Faced with this attack, Lin Feng reacted swiftly, moving quickly to the left. The assassin's long spear stabbed through empty air as Lin Feng kicked it, sending the attacker stumbling backward. Like a bolt of lightning, Lin Feng dashed forward, grabbed the cultivator by the neck, and with a forceful twist, there was a sickening snap—the neck of the cultivator who had ambushed him was broken, and he died on the spot.

"Zhang Kui is dead."

An angry shout came from not far away.

Lin Feng looked over and saw about a dozen cultivators entering the cave; they seemed to be a group and had perhaps followed right behind him.

They were collecting treasures from this place, clearly also trying to make a fortune.

Upon seeing Lin Feng, they were filled with killing intent.

"Get lost, don't block my way," Lin Feng said indifferently.

"You brat, how dare you act so arrogantly after killing one of us, today Laozi will tear you to pieces."

Instantly, a burly cultivator rushed over, wielding a long knife, slashing toward Lin Feng.

Whoosh.

Lin Feng's Golden Body Feathered Wings fluttered slightly, and in an instant, he vanished from where he was, reappearing behind the burly cultivator. Holding the Black Dragon Sword in his hand, Lin Feng thrust it forward, and with a squelching sound, the sword pierced straight through the cultivator's chest, who then fell to his death.

The world of cultivators is filled with deception and treachery.

Many times, if you don't kill others, you will be the one killed. Lin Feng had long understood this.

In that case!!

Then he would kill all those who stood in his way.

"Damn it, everyone, attack," a middle-aged cultivator ordered coldly.

A dozen or so people rushed toward Lin Feng, looking ferocious and sinister, their eyes flickering with a chilling light that could make one's hair stand on end.

They held various weapons, surrounding Lin Feng from all sides.

"Since you're all seeking death, then die right here," Lin Feng said, his expression detached.

His Golden Body Feathered Wings quivered slightly.

Like lightning, he moved through the crowd.

Lin Feng was just too fast.

Fast to the extent that these people couldn't keep up with his speed.

Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!

The sound of flesh being penetrated echoed through the air.

One by one, the cultivators were stabbed to death by Lin Feng, their bodies tumbling to the ground, rolling over the numerous treasures and being buried by the piles of Gold Coins.

One after another, the cultivators were slain by Lin Feng.

The leader, already terrified, turned and ran.

"Young Master, save me!"

The cultivator screamed in terror.

Just then, a figure swept into the cave from the outside. Seeing Lin Feng pursue the leading cultivator, the figure shouted angrily, "I dare you!"

This was a young man who looked to be about twenty years old, handsome and dashing, holding a Black Iron Battle Spear.

Lin Feng said coldly, "What's there for me not to dare?"

As the words fell, he had already caught up with the leading cultivator and delivered a killing sword strike.

Pff!

A head shot up into the sky, and the headless corpse fell to the ground—this leading cultivator had been slain by Lin Feng.

"Youngster, you dare to kill the people of Zhangsun Wuji, you're courting death."

Enraged, the young man leaped forward, his black iron Battle Spear stabbing towards Lin Feng.

Lin Feng's face bore a cold smile, "Allow these people to kill me, but not allow me to kill them? If my strength were insufficient, I'd already be a cold corpse! Their deaths are self-inflicted."

"I will kill you to vent the hatred in my heart," said Zhangsun Wuji coldly, knowing full well that even in beating a dog, one should consider its master, let alone that Lin Feng had slain more than a dozen of his men.

Zhangsun Wuji was remarkable with the spear; as he thrust it forward, suddenly, thirteen spear shadows appeared, all targeting Lin Feng.

Lin Feng was surprised; his opponent's spear skill was truly formidable. He swung his sword to strike.

Swoosh!

Suddenly, the thirteen spear shadows merged into one. Lin Feng's sword struck emptily, and Zhangsun Wuji's spear thrust directly towards Lin Feng's chest.

Lin Feng's expression changed slightly as he quickly sidestepped to the right, narrowly avoiding the thrust of Zhangsun Wuji's spear. But Zhangsun Wuji, holding the spear with one hand, suddenly retracted it. The spear, like a whip, lashed harshly onto Lin Feng's body, sending him flying dozens of meters away.

The spear is known as the king of a hundred weapons.

It was Lin Feng's first duel with a master of spear skills, and he had suffered a slight disadvantage.

Zhangsun Wuji let out a loud shout and lunged at Lin Feng again, unleashing another thrust with his spear, and thirteen spear shadows reappeared, all stabbing at Lin Feng.

The same move again!

Lin Feng had already suffered from this move just before.

But Lin Feng would not fall for the same tactic again. As the thirteen spear shadows emerged again, Lin Feng employed the "Fiery Sun Sword Skill"!

With the Fiery Sun Sword Skill, a scorching sun materialized, pressing down towards Zhangsun Wuji.

Zhangsun Wuji's face showed a slight change as he lashed his spear towards the descending fiery sun.

Bang! The fiery sun shattered.

But at that moment, Lin Feng's sword struck towards Zhangsun Wuji, a dazzling and breathtaking Sword Qi slicing rapidly towards him.

Zhangsun Wuji was startled, waving his Long Spear in defense as a metallic clinging sound rang out. Zhangsun Wuji had managed to block the strike with his spear, but suddenly felt a chilling sensation from behind. He quickly dodged. Lin Feng's Longsword nearly grazed Zhangsun Wuji's body as it slashed down, startling him into a cold sweat. Although he avoided Lin Feng's sword, he could not avoid the palm that followed. The palm slammed into Zhangsun Wuji's body, sending him flying dozens of meters away once again. Zhangsun Wuji wore extraordinary Treasure Clothes, so the strike did not seriously injure him.

"Kid, impressive!" Zhangsun Wuji leaped back up and lunged towards Lin Feng again.

Lin Feng's expression was indifferent as he likewise moved to kill Zhangsun Wuji. Zhangsun Wuji's cultivation was high, and his spear skills were outstanding; that spear move just now was clearly not Zhangsun Wuji's strongest.

Boom, boom, boom...

Just as the two were about to clash, suddenly, the entire cave began to tremble violently, with pebbles continuously falling. It seemed as if the mountain was about to collapse. Terrifyingly, the remnants of the energy from the great battle involving four fearsome beings outside were striking the mountain, indicating an imminent collapse.

Swoosh...

Neither Lin Feng nor Zhangsun Wuji dared to continue fighting and turned to fly outside.

Before leaving, Lin Feng deployed the Devouring Sky Vase, unleashing a powerful force of Devouring that instantaneously collected dozens of formidable magical artifacts.

Afterward, Lin Feng sped out like a bolt of lightning, escaping the cave instantly. At that moment, giant fireballs fell from the sky, powerful attacks from the Fire Dragon. Several fireballs hurled towards Lin Feng.

"Damn," Lin Feng's expression changed slightly as he awkwardly dodged the attacks of the fireballs, not daring to stay any longer and quickly moving off into the distance. Lin Feng worried that lingering would leave him vulnerable to the residual energy from the Fire Dragon and the battle of the three Ancient Sacred Lands' powerhouses. Shortly after Lin Feng left, Zhangsun Wuji also flew out, his face dark with fury. Having lost over a dozen subordinates and not having secured treasures from the cave, he looked back at the cave just as the massive structure collapsed, burying itself in the churning Magma World; those treasures were now unobtainable.

"Youngster, no matter who you are, I will kill you." Zhangsun Wuji bellowed in rage, his face contorting. He too did not dare to linger, swiftly leaving the epicenter of the battleground.