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An incomparably tyrannical power was flowing through his meridians and acupoints, the power that came from the Century-round Meridian's saint imprint was simply too immense, causing Hong Ling's body to feel as though it was about to be torn apart. At this moment, he had not withdrawn his Dragonform, but he still found it difficult to endure the tearing and destruction caused by this force. The thunder and fire of the Sorrow Spirit's sword formation soared once again. The blazing fire sword qi was able to support the barrier that was on the verge of collapse and further strengthen it in a short period of time.

Bang! When Fengya's Dimensional Wind Blade struck the barrier, it was actually bounced off. Moreover, the moment the two came into contact, a small part of the wind blade was incinerated by the thunder and fire. After catching the incoming silver white wind blades and sensing the energy loss from them, Fengya's face gradually turned gloomy. He looked at Hong Ling whose Profound Spirit Qi was rising rapidly within the sword formation, and the serious look in his eyes became even more obvious. This white-clothed Human Clan youth had given him too many surprises, causing him to become even more cautious.

Hong Ling continued to absorb the energy from the Century-round Meridian Sacred Imprint to strengthen his body. However, even if it was only a mark, the power contained in the sacred weapon could not be endured by cultivators of the Qi Refinement into Spirit. No matter how talented he was, he couldn't do it. Every scale, every inch of flesh, every bone in the youth's body was constantly absorbing this power. His cultivation continued to increase nonstop. Although he was healed after being injured by the Yanhuang Mirror, he still had some hidden injuries. At this moment, he needed to borrow the sacred rune's power to heal his hidden injuries.

Ka ka ka, sounds of bones exploding continuously came out from his body, and Hong Ling almost fainted on the spot. He roared out, and immediately put away his Sorrow Spirit Sword Formation, and rushed towards Fengya with his bare hands. Only one thought remained in his mind, and that was to fight. Only fighting could allow him to unleash the excess energy in his body. The young man's fists that were ignited with dark golden lightning and fire struck towards Fengya, who was just inches away from him, causing waves of ripples in the air. The grandiose punch contained might that made even the observing crowd feel fear and trepidation and they were extremely fearful.

Fengya looked at the incoming fist, his eyes filled with concentration. His pupils contracted as the Dimensional Wind Blade in his hand transformed into a silver white breeze, coiling around his fist and striking towards Hong Ling's fist. Boom! A violent shockwave instantly spread through the sky. The aura of fire and wind interweaved, forcing the spectators to move several dozen feet away.

Hong Ling and Fengya's figures retreated at the same time, but he was still at a slight disadvantage. With a thought, the power of the sacred art imprint gushed into his dantian and meridians, transforming into an even more berserk Authentic Qi. The youth knew that such strength was still insufficient. If he were to withdraw his Dragonform now, his own strength would definitely reach the late stage of Qi Refinement into Spirit. But even so, he was still unable to defeat Fengya. Facing a disciple of the Roc Clan's royal family, only those who were of the same level as him would be able to defeat him, or even kill him.

"Since the late stage of Qi Refinement into Spirit is not enough, then let's raise our cultivation to the great circle of Qi Refinement into Spirit! I've already lost half a year, and now I can make up for the cultivation base that should have increased during this period! Otherwise, the Heaven Assembly this time would be very passive. Fengya was only one of the foreign heaven's pride experts who had descended upon the Profound Yellow Realm, but he possessed such a powerful strength. He's definitely not the strongest, so I have to be stronger than him! " Hong Ling became determined, and a crazy idea suddenly appeared in his mind.

At this time, the hidden injuries on his body, whether physical or spiritual, had completely recovered. His entire being had risen to the peak of the late stage of Qi Refinement into Spirit. As long as he advanced one more step, he would be able to enter the Great Circle of the Qi Refining stage. As Hong Ling thought of this, he suddenly released the restraining power of the saint imprint from his body, and let it enter his body. He was not the least bit worried that a situation where his realm was unstable would occur. When he was using his Essence Refinement into Qi, he had already grasped a divine intent, and now that two years had passed, his realm had long ago become incomparably stable. Adding on the memories of the Yanhuang Mirror and what Na Luo and Hong Fu had seen and heard throughout their lives, his realm was not weak in the slightest, even when compared to some of the old monsters that lived in seclusion.

Boom! An even greater power exploded within the youth's body, causing his aura to reach an unattainable peak. The feeling he gave others right now, was actually not the least bit inferior to the Fengya who had awakened the Roc Emperor's blood. It was to the extent that, because of the strength of his bloodline, his aura actually felt as if it was above Fengya's.

Fengya looked at Hong Ling whose aura had once again explosively increased. His Adam's apple was shaking with difficulty, and his eyes were filled with shock. The feeling this youth gave him was that of a powerful humanoid beast. The aura from his body caused even him, who had awakened the blood of the Roc Emperor, to feel fear. Legend has it that some extremely talented heaven's pride experts would suppress their cultivation and unleash their full potential through various battles, thereby increasing the realm they were in. When their cultivation base reached a level high enough to allow them to look down on their peers, they would let go of the shackles of their cultivation and fully increase their cultivation. They would become an invincible existence among their peers. Evidently, in Fengya's subconsciousness, he was this kind of Unique Aristocrat.

"Phew, the great circle of Qi Refinement into Spirit, what powerful strength!" Hong Ling clenched his fist, and felt the Authentic Qi s inside his body that were like a vast ocean, a light flashed past his eyes. The power of the sacred art's imprint was still pouring into his body. However, it wasn't of much help to his cultivation level anymore. It could only help to consolidate his cultivation. Once one reached the great circle of the Qi Refinement into Spirit, it would be difficult to advance further by accumulating cultivation. One had to comprehend the laws of space and grasp the secrets of space to enter the Void realm of the Spirit Refinement Realm. However, with his current situation, it was already difficult for him to thoroughly familiarize himself with the power within his body. If he wanted to comprehend the Space Laws, then he would have to wait until this battle passed.

The two consecutive levels that he had crossed did not make Hong Ling feel the least bit of discomfort. He had slept for more than half a year, but during this period of time, the Yanhuang Mirror s had continuously nourished his flesh and Primordial Spirit s, allowing him to have a strong enough physique to withstand a completely new and powerful strength. The last wisp of the sacred art's imprint's power was transformed by him into his own Authentic Qi. Hong Ling let out a long sigh. He raised his right hand that was filled with Dragon Scale s, and hooked his middle finger at Fengya who had an unsettled expression. The provocation was obvious.

"You're courting death!" Fengya was furious. This young man, who had just levelled up to the great circle of Qi Refinement into Spirit, dared to look down on him in such a manner. The golden wings on the back of the prideful Demonic Roc Prince flapped as streams of violent silver-white wind swirled around his body. With a flash, he disappeared from where he was once again. Clearly, he had already disappeared into thin air.

"Escape into the void?" Hong Ling smiled slightly. His current cultivation had reached the Great Circle of the Divine Refining Realm and after Dragonforming, his strength had caught up to the early stage of the Void Initiation Stage. Although he was unable to use Roc Clan's Inherent Skill to rip open the sky like Fengya, when speaking of defending against attacks that appeared from thin air, he believed that it wasn't too difficult for him. With a thought, he suddenly turned around and threw a punch filled with dark golden lightning fire at the empty space in front of him.

Bang! A silvery white light flashed by and fiercely collided with his fist, quickly retracting back into the air. Hong Ling grinned, looking at the gloomy Fengya who was slowly walking out of the void, his face full of ridicule. For someone like him, whose strength was only at the early stage of the Refinement Realm, to defend against such a elusive attack from Fengya was extremely simple and could even be said to be effortless.

"You can actually sense where my aura is!" Fengya stared at him, his face extremely ugly. The attack he was so proud of, had already been seen through by Hong Ling!

"Is it very difficult to sense your aura?" Hong Ling raised his eyebrows, "As long as it's someone on the same level of strength as you or someone stronger than you, they can do it!"

"You mean, you're stronger than me?" Fengya casually took out the spear in his spatial ring and pointed it at Hong Ling. Then let me see just how powerful you, a heaven's pride expert who thinks you are stronger than me, are! "

Hong Ling was a little stunned when she saw him twirl the wind of another dimension around his spear. However, he still nodded politely towards Fengya.

"Since that's the case, then I'll grant your wish!"

The youth's figure flashed, and like a lightning bolt, he suddenly appeared in front of Fengya. Before Fengya could react, he swung his leg sweeping forward fiercely, striking the spear shaft with a bang. Fengya was startled by his extremely quick attack, he was somewhat shocked by Hong Ling's inhuman speed. He, the Peng demon cultivators, had always excelled in speed, but now, they actually encountered a human whose speed was so fast that he could barely see them. This truly made him shiver. Hong Ling pushed Fengya's figure back with one strike, and with another flash of his own, he reappeared to Fengya's left, and swept his leg out. Bang! The pike in Fengya's hand did not even have the time to defend before it was ruthlessly kicked in the left rib. In a split-second, he was sent flying along with his spear by Hong Ling's kick. He fiercely smashed into a huge mountain rock, smashing it into pieces.

Hong Ling quietly stood there, summoning his Sorrow Spirit, he casually touched the sword blade. Bang! An incomparably powerful dark-golden electric flame attached itself to this Earth-ranked magic tool, and was thrown into the air. The youth slowly floated into the air, controlling the Spiritual Power in the air, and constantly pouring it into the sword, urging it to become ten identical swords. As matters stood, because of his increase in cultivation, Sorrow Spirit was already able to turn one to ten. These ten longswords crazily devoured the Spiritual Power in the air, and produced dazzling sword beams. Under Hong Ling's will, they converged into a gigantic sword formation, resonating and resonating with each other, producing a berserk Thunderfire Sword Qi.

Fengya struggled to stand up from the rubble, his eyes full of anger. The reason he had taken out the Earth-ranked spear from his interspatial ring was to reverse the situation. However, before he could even attack, he was already beaten up by Hong Ling to the point that he couldn't even find his way north. This was simply the greatest humiliation of his life. However, just as he steadied himself, countless sharp whistling sounds had already descended from the sky, blotting out the sky as they descended towards him. He raised his head and stared in horror at the sword-light that resembled a falling meteor. His entire body was ice-cold as he sucked in a breath of cold air.

Without hesitation, Fengya immediately flapped the golden Kun Peng wings on his back, enveloping himself within. Under this sword rain that was like heavenly punishment, he felt the threat of death. Hong Ling was like a devil from hell, showing his sinister side in front of him without reservation. He knew that facing this Human Clan youth whose white robes fluttered, he was already completely at a disadvantage. Fengya seemed to be a little worried by the defensive power of the Kun Peng's wings on his back. He quickly stabbed the long spear in front of him and the Demonic Power s all over his body poured in. After doing all of this, he completely placed his life in the hands of fate.

"Come, Unique Aristocrat of Human Clan, let's see if your attack is stronger or my defense is stronger!" He mumbled with a trembling voice.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Countless sword energies descended from the sky and ruthlessly slammed against the barrier of the Mysterious Storm. In just a few short breaths, they completely destroyed the barrier of the storm and the Earth-rank spear. Having lost the barrier, the sword beams landed on the feathers on Fengya's back. He hugged his knees as he quietly stayed under the wings, like a fledgling in the rain. As the sword energies landed on the golden Kun Peng wings, the clanging of metal could be heard. Slowly, cracks began to appear on the originally indestructible golden feathers.

Fengya watched the cracks slowly spread out in fear, as though he was a dying person who was waiting for death's arrival, his eyes full of despair. Bang! A clear sound rang out, like the shattering of glass. Golden fragments that filled the sky were lifted high up into the air.

In midair, Hong Ling grinned, raised a hand, and ruthlessly smashed downwards. Boom! The ten swords fell down towards the chaos below them.

"Chi! Chi! Chi!" A vague sound of a sharp blade piercing through flesh rang out, causing the spectators to be extremely frightened.

"Screech!" A shrill cry of a roc echoed throughout the sky. When the light of the fire dissipated, a Peng that flickered with traces of a golden halo was lying prostrate on the ground. On its hill-like body were ten gigantic dark golden swords that were nine hundred feet tall. Streams of blood gushed out from those hideous wounds and gathered beneath its body, forming a river of blood. It was scarlet and brilliant.

Hong Ling withdrew his Dragonform, quietly stepping on its head, his robes fluttering in the wind. The youth raised his head and looked at the sky. Over there, a human figure was walking down step by step. His aura was incomparably tyrannical, as if he was at the critical stage of a demonic god.