Chapter 751: Clash with Heavenly Martial Realm
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Huangfu Long's mouth was still wide open, snowflakes dancing wildly, turning into a vortex that frantically drilled into his body. Moments later, a faint dragon shadow seemed to cling to Huangfu Long's body.
"Huangfu Long, dragon shadow!" The crowd's pupils all contracted. Impressive. It seemed they had somewhat misjudged this crazy young man. Although he appeared abnormal, he was always so confident and unrestrained. He still wanted to marry Tianchi Xue as his wife.
The illusory snow dragon shadow attached itself to him, covering Huangfu Long's entire body with a layer of snow. Faint dragon qi also emanated from him, but this qi was extremely cold.
This dragon was a primordial snow dragon.
"Snow Dragon Fist."
"Roar!"
Huangfu Long took a step forward, and instantly a terrifying aura, as if from the primordial wilderness, burst forth, extremely fearsome. Within his fist was a snow dragon, within his intent was a dragon's roar, and within his qi was the cold of snow.
The snow dragon bared its fangs and claws, directly grabbing at the middle-aged hunter. The primordial aura seemed about to tear him apart.
"Stop right there." The hunter shouted, his palm striking out. Instantly, the surrounding space seemed to transform into snow, rushing toward the primordial snow dragon.
"Roar!" The snow dragon roared, tearing apart the illusory snow barrier and continuing to claw at the hunter's head, intending to rip him apart.
"Good." Tilting his head back slightly, the hunter released a terrifying cold from the snow, instantly freezing Huangfu Long's body solid. The snow dragon's momentum also diminished slightly.
"Die." The hunter spat out a single word, and the snow on the dragon began to dissipate and melt. Moments later, the snow dragon vanished completely, without a trace.
"Not bad. You almost forced me back." The middle-aged man nodded slightly at Huangfu Long, a thoughtful look flashing in his eyes as he considered which expert in the Snow Mountain was suitable to guide Huangfu Long. This guy had an ancient, primordial aura about him. No one knew where this freak had come from.
"Senior, could you let me and my future wife cultivate together?" Huangfu Long scratched his head with a simple, honest look, completely devoid of the fierce, primordial aura from before.
"Your future wife?" The hunter was taken aback.
"Cough, cough!" Tianchi Xue coughed, her face instantly changing color. This bastard.
"Yes, Tianchi Xue, my future wife. I want to cultivate with her." Huangfu Long chuckled, making Tianchi Xue feel like vomiting. She stared coldly at that guy Huangfu Long. Hateful.
"Haha, good, good. As you wish. You can follow Little Xue." The middle-aged man laughed heartily, amused by this guy. Since when did Tianchi Xue become his future wife? How come even the people of Tianchi Snow Mountain didn't know?
This Huangfu Long was interesting. He was happy to help the guy out. As for whether he could win Tianchi Xue over, that would depend on Huangfu Long's own ability.
"Thank you, Senior." Huangfu Long was exceptionally excited. He turned around and shot a smug glance at Tianchi Xue, nearly driving her to collapse.
The hunter's gaze finally fell on Lin Feng and Tang Youyou. He said, "She doesn't seem suitable for the assessment."
"Right. I'll take the assessment alone. Let her come with me. What do you think, Senior?" Lin Feng asked.
"No problem. Come on, then." The middle-aged man nodded at Lin Feng. Among this group, Lin Feng had the lowest cultivation level, but he was the coldest, exuding an aura that seemed to keep others at a distance.
He wondered how strong Lin Feng really was.
Lin Feng stood up and stepped forward slowly. His gentle steps seemed to carry a hint of heaviness, causing the middle-aged man's brow to rise. Lin Feng's temperament was different from the others—heavy, sorrowful, as if it could erupt at any moment.
"Same as them. Use your strongest move and attack me." The hunter emphasized to Lin Feng.
"Alright." Lin Feng nodded. With a sword's cry, the Blood Sword left its sheath. A bloodthirsty aura bloomed in the snow—killing intent, coldness. The Blood Sword emitted a faint, bloody light, as if the souls of the dead were weeping within it. The blade was stained with the blood of countless people.
This time, he was fighting for the chance to get a powerful teacher to guide his cultivation. Naturally, Lin Feng would give it his all. That was why the Blood Sword had been drawn.
The moment the Blood Drinking Sword left its sheath, the atmosphere of the entire space turned serious, growing even colder. Lin Feng did not treat this as an assessment, but as a life-and-death battle, a slaughter.
Only by doing so would he truly go all out, from his body and his heart, using his strongest power. If he merely saw it as an assessment, he would not be able to unleash his full strength.
The hunter's brow twitched. At this moment, he felt that he was not the hunter; Lin Feng was more like a hunter, gripping the Blood Drinking Sword, his killing intent surging. He nodded inwardly. Lin Feng was different from the others—different in that he put his heart into it, not treating this as an assessment, but as facing an enemy.
Those cold pupils were so indifferent, staring at him until he felt uncomfortable all over.
Terrifying sword qi began to wreak havoc in the void, churning wildly. The crowd felt their bodies tighten slightly, their breathing becoming heavy. Sword Dao Will was climbing frantically.
"First layer, second layer... fifth layer Sword Dao Will." The crowd's pupils trembled violently. So Lin Feng possessed fifth-layer Sword Dao Will. What a terrifying sword.
A wisp of black flame coiled around the blood-colored sword, a flame tinged with a pitch-black hue, the color of destruction.
Lin Feng himself also turned into a sword. Man and sword as one, intent and sword as one. Man was the sword.
"Kill!"
Finally, a sound emerged from Lin Feng's mouth. Sword qi raged, wind rose from the nine heavens. Lin Feng's body vanished from its original position, stabbing out like a blood-colored sword toward the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man's pupils contracted sharply. Such speed! Wind Will.
And fifth-layer Sword Dao Will. What an impressive young man.
"Snow!" The middle-aged man roared. Rolling snow gathered frantically, forming a barrier in front of him. But beneath that blood-like sword, it was instantly pierced through. The black flame melted the snow, and the sword seemed unaffected, still pressing forward. Fast—this sword was too fast.
Sliding his body, the middle-aged man retreated. This was the first time he had retreated. Lin Feng's sword was too fast, too fierce. He had no choice but to retreat.
"Stop right there." He released terrifying true essence power—snow true essence, cold and freezing. Frost instantly formed on the Blood Sword.
"Chi..." Lin Feng's sword swept across. The flame bloomed with its destructive power, melting the snow again. Lin Feng spun his body, his wind-like form flickering once more. Another sword strike slashed out, the blood-colored light so dazzling.
Lin Feng was not taking an assessment; he was fighting.
"Flame Will." The middle-aged man murmured, the surprise in his eyes growing stronger. Not far away, the old man standing there also revealed a faint smile. He seemed to have already foreseen this scene. The hunter was the gatekeeper, very familiar with the experts of Tianchi. Many talented youths who entered Tianchi were trained and screened by him before being sent to the most suitable people for guidance.
Although his strength was not the greatest, his judgment was sharp. He had always guarded this important checkpoint for Tianchi, having seen countless geniuses. But today's group had clearly left him quite satisfied.
"Interesting." Reaching his hand upward, he released the power of Snow Will. A surge of snow aura frantically rushed toward the sword and Lin Feng. The Blood Sword froze, and Lin Feng's body was instantly covered with frost, his hands stiffening.
"Go back." A force pushed against Lin Feng's Blood Sword, and a hint of a smile appeared at the corner of the middle-aged man's mouth.
"Break!" The power of the Nine Revolutions Buddha-Demon Art burst forth, shattering the frost covering his body.
"Kill!" Lin Feng roared, his killing intent fierce. The Blood Sword released a terrifying blood-colored light, as if it would slay the middle-aged man.
"Oh?" The middle-aged man's eyes froze, his body seeming to merge with the snow, drifting back. Lin Feng's sword struck empty air.
"Wind rises!" Lin Feng's body followed like a shadow, his killing aura rolling.
A sharp light flickered in the middle-aged man's eyes. Both his hands were covered in ice and snow. Suddenly, he clapped them together, trapping the Blood Sword between his palms.
"Let go." The middle-aged man shouted. The terrifying snow intent froze Lin Feng's sword and hand solid. His palm twisted sharply, trying to force Lin Feng to release the sword.
Lin Feng did not let go. His body spun along with the sword. The terrifying Flame Will bloomed again, melting a bit of the ice and snow.
"Kill!" A rolling roar erupted from his throat. A fearsome sword light shot out from the Blood Sword, instantly arriving before the hunter.
The hunter's pupils contracted violently. His body drifted to the side, and the sword light brushed past him.
"Go." All his power was unleashed. Lin Feng's body was sent flying back violently. The hunter reached out and snatched the black strand of hair that was drifting down with the snowflakes, catching it in his palm.
Looking at that strand of black hair, the middle-aged man raised his head to look at Lin Feng. The sword was still in Lin Feng's hand. For a sword cultivator, the sword was there, and the man was there.
Just staring at that cold young man, the middle-aged man's face suddenly broke into a brilliant smile. This was a martial cultivator, the kind of martial artist he was looking for!
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