Ancient Dragon Elephant Technique

Seeing Bai Ying's terrified expression, Lin Feng felt a pang of distress.

He reached out and touched Bai Ying's exquisitely beautiful face, saying, "Don't worry, it's just a jumping clown. I will be back soon."

Seeing Lin Feng so confident and composed, Bai Ying's worries dissipated like smoke.

She blushed and nodded.

Swoosh.

The restrictions dissipated, and Lin Feng walked out of the Cave Mansion, casting a cold glance toward the boisterous

Lin Feng walked out from the restrictions, his cold eyes fixed on Jun Zihao, and he said, "You are Jun Zihao? What are you? To dare shout in front of my Cave Mansion? Are you seeking death?"

Jun Zihao was furious.

The nerve of this kid to speak to him like that.

Jun Zihao had never encountered such a thing.

Jun Zihao's cultivation was at the Eighth Layer Heaven of the Yin Yang Realm.

Powerful indeed.

Naturally, he would not take Lin Feng, who had just become a core disciple, seriously.

He sneered, "Kid, no one in the sect dares to offend me, Jun Zihao, you're the first. I have to admire your courage, but do you think I won't deal with you? Indeed, within the Xuyu Small World, fellow disciples are forbidden from killing each other; however, I won't kill you. I will just break your legs. If the sect wants to pursue this later, I can say that it was an accident during sparring. They can do nothing to me."

Jun Zihao chuckled viciously; he was very confident in himself.

Jun Zihao's cultivation was indeed potent.

He leapt up, executing the Big Capture Hand directly at Lin Feng.

As Jun Zihao made his move, a ferocious wind howled, like a raging tiger charging forth.

Lin Feng was slightly surprised; he originally thought Jun Zihao was just a second-generation heir.

Now, it seemed he was mistaken.

Although Jun Zihao was cruel and arrogant, he indeed had real skill.

His Big Capture Hand was practiced to the point of utter clarity and purity.

A fierce grab.

Immense power.

Against ordinary cultivators, naturally, there would be no issue.

But Jun Zihao's opponent was Lin Feng.

To Lin Feng, Jun Zihao was riddled with flaws.

As the Big Capture Hand came towards him, Lin Feng stepped to the left.

Jun Zihao's strike.

Immediately missed its mark.

"How is that possible?"

Jun Zihao's face was full of disbelief.

Bang.

The next moment, Jun Zihao felt an intense pain sweep through his body.

He was hit in the abdomen by a punch from Lin Feng.

His entire body was sent flying, his complexion pale.

Li Jian and Zhang Cao witnessing this scene were utterly flabbergasted.

Originally, they thought Jun Zihao would overpower Lin Feng with divine might.

But.

After they exchanged blows.

Just one move.

Lin Feng made Jun Zihao turn pale, his whole body trembling, clearly suffering significant injury from Lin Feng's punch.

"It must be that this kid got lucky to dodge my strike."

Jun Zihao gritted his teeth.

He refused to believe that Lin Feng had the strength to defeat him.

"Martial Soul: Day and Night Reversal!"

Suddenly, Jun Zihao roared.

Light surged from his Dantian.

Waves of formidable oscillations burst forth.

A black and a white light shot out from Jun Zihao's Dantian.

Jun Zihao was about to use his Martial Soul against Lin Feng.

The sky darkened instantly, so dark that you couldn't see your own fingers.

"Such a strange Martial Soul."

Lin Feng was shocked.

He sent out his Divine Sense and felt an almost imperceptible presence approaching him from the left.

This was Jun Zihao.

But Lin Feng's Soul Power was at the level of Seven Layers of the Creation Realm.

Far too powerful.

No matter how Jun Zihao tried to hide his aura, he couldn't fool Lin Feng.

Domineering Heaven Thunder Technique.

Lin Feng waved his right hand.

A Thunder Light Ball formed and hurled toward Jun Zihao.

Jun Zihao had intended to take advantage of the darkness to launch a sneak attack on Lin Feng.

But he hadn't expected Lin Feng to detect him.

His body suddenly leaped high, vanishing on the spot.

Meanwhile, the Thunder Light Ball Lin Feng had conjured exploded in midair.

Afterward,

it dissipated into smoke.

And it failed to hit Jun Zihao.

Jun Zihao's methods were indeed quite cunning.

Swoosh.

Suddenly,

the darkness lifted, and it was like daylight.

Blinding light shone down.

Lin Feng's eyes were suddenly dazzled, forcing him to involuntarily close them.

Behind Lin Feng, Jun Zihao burst forth, throwing a punch toward Lin Feng.

The alternating black night and white day,

the sudden changes between intense light and darkness were the perfect cover for Jun Zihao to mask his movements.

Then he would suddenly attack Lin Feng.

A cold and detached expression appeared on the corners of Jun Zihao's mouth.

He thought his punch would be successful.

"Boom..."

But at that moment, a strong "aura" emanated from within Lin Feng.

That powerful "aura" slammed hard against Jun Zihao.

It sent Jun Zihao flying away.

With a thud,

Jun Zihao hit the ground.

His face turned pale.

He tried to get up.

But a powerful aura pressed down on Jun Zihao, making it difficult for him to move.

"How dare you humiliate me..."

Jun Zihao glared at Lin Feng with gritted teeth.

"Just now, you said you were going to break my legs? Seems like you don't have the strength for that. I'll take those legs of yours," Lin Feng said indifferently as he walked towards Jun Zihao, lifting his right foot, ready to stomp down hard.

"Spare my life!"

Jun Zihao cried out in terror.

Facing the fate of having his legs crippled, Jun Zihao caved in.

"How can I spare you?"

Lin Feng sneered, his foot nearly stomping down.

Jun Zihao shouted, "I am willing to buy back my legs!"

"Oh? Buy back your legs?"

Lin Feng's foot hovered midair, looking at Jun Zihao in surprise.

This proposition was quite interesting.

Crippling Jun Zihao's legs would only be temporary; after some time to heal, the man would recover, and Lin Feng would gain nothing.

If Jun Zihao wanted to buy back his legs, Lin Feng would undoubtedly benefit greatly.

Jun Zihao happened to be the great-grandson of a Supreme Elder.

He must have many valuables.

Seeing that Lin Feng hadn't stomped down, Jun Zihao let out a sigh of relief and said, "Two legs for two thousand top-grade Spiritual Stones, how about that?"

Two thousand top-grade Spiritual Stones was obviously a considerable fortune.

But Lin Feng did not want to let Jun Zihao off so easily.

He said indifferently, "Are your legs really that cheap?"

The corners of Jun Zihao's mouth twitched violently as he said, "Two thousand top-grade Spiritual Stones are all my savings."

"Not enough. That would barely redeem half a leg, and you still need to offer more," Lin Feng said calmly.

Jun Zihao's face showed an expression as if he wished for death.

Two thousand Spiritual Stones not enough?

Such a greedy demand.

But Jun Zihao dared not resist; he said, "Then I'll give you one Peak Treasure Flying Sword as well."

"A broken flying sword doesn't interest me. As the great-grandson of a Supreme Elder, don't you have any Tao Artifacts?" Lin Feng looked at Jun Zihao with a sly smile.

"No, absolutely not," Jun Zihao quickly shook his head, warily watching Lin Feng.