Translator: CinderTL
"Elder!!"
In mid-air, the figure being flung backward tore through the air, the azure-black body unstoppable.
The two fifth-tier envoys on the Winged Serpent simultaneously cried out in shock and anger, their expressions changing slightly.
The Winged Serpent below roared, dissipating all the impact force, and opened its gaping maw, lunging straight at Chen Feng in mid-air.
Roar!! The gaping maw was terrifyingly ferocious, filled with a pungent stench, as if some corrosive force was gathering within.
However, Chen Feng, who was diving through the air, didn't even glance at it.
Because.
Thud!!
A white-gray fist arrived first, the shockwave exploding, the serpent's head tilting sideways, scales shattered.
Brutal and overwhelming force suppressed all flashy tricks. The Holy Shield Colossus's arms shot out like dragons, seizing the Winged Serpent's body and pinning it down.
In an instant, sensing danger.
The Winged Serpent struggled incessantly, while the two fifth-tier Temple Envoys above stumbled in fury.
Without a moment's hesitation, dark light erupted from their bodies as they attempted to dodge and counter.
Whoosh!!! At the same time, High Priest Rong Yan below also noticed something amiss.
His serpentine eyes narrowed, and he drew his bow again, firing several Soaring Flame Pillars that tore through the sky, incinerating everything in their path.
Yet, Chen Feng's gaze remained fixed, his eyes only on the Temple Saint sliding from the Winged Serpent's head to its midsection.
Hum!!
Pinnacle Intent bloomed, a powerful pressure sweeping out.
The air trembled, vision wavered.
A force field-like will influenced reality, suppressing the two fifth-tier envoys on the spot.
Their serpentine eyes filled with shock and horror, but before they could react, the bulky Azure Armor figure had already brushed past them.
A golden flash vanished on the left, while a black light erupted on the right.
Thud!! Boom!!! Two sounds rang out simultaneously. On the left, the wide-eyed serpent head plummeted from the sky, while on the right, the Serpentfolk body exploded into pieces.
Seeing this, the other Serpentfolk hundreds of meters away, also on the Winged Serpent and high in the air, paled in fear. Then, they saw the Azure Armor figure charging toward the Temple Saint.
Thud!!
Fist met palm, the air forming a circle, ripples spreading.
The Soaring Flame Pillars surged upward but were quickly blocked by the white-gray stone wings radiating golden light.
"Damn outsider!"
A torrent of flames exploded, a wisp of firelight fading nearby.
The elderly Temple Saint stood on two legs like a lizard, the snake-patterned pouch at his waist shaking violently as he hastily raised his palm to block.
Blood seeped from the corner of his mouth, the scales on his chest shattered. He was shocked that he had been injured in the previous strike.
Chen Feng narrowed his eyes slightly, sensing that the opponent's strength was slightly stronger than the one-eyed giant in the dream.
With the Horn Strike state still active, he immediately unleashed his power, throwing another punch.
Boom boom boom!!
In this supercharged state, his body was already beginning to swell with pain.
Yet, his eyes were as cold as blades. He punched again and again, flipping the air, even seeing crimson flames swirling and merging with his strikes.
Thud!!! Another punch came, and the Temple Saint's expression turned grim. The black spear in his hand glowed with inscriptions, blocking Chen Feng's furious punches mid-air.
"Today, I will kill you to appease the Serpent Spirit!"
Boom!!
His aura suddenly erupted, forcefully pushing Chen Feng back several steps.
Then, the black spear thrust forward, unleashing a soaring dark light, piercing through everything like an energy beam.
A strong sense of danger surged in Chen Feng's heart, and his Perception Focus activated.
Whoosh!!! The air tore, the dark light grazing past him.
Within the crimson glow of his eyes, Chen Feng could see the dark light reaching its end a hundred meters behind him, exploding with a deafening roar and stirring up a terrifying hurricane.
The trees and mountains below swayed violently, and then the Temple Saint charged forward like a subterranean dragon, sprinting on the back of a Winged Serpent.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! The tightly gripped Dark Spear thrust out repeatedly, leaving behind a trail of whistling afterimages.
Chen Feng likely sensed that the opponent's previous strike was akin to a charged Black Flash, difficult to unleash casually.
Without dodging or evading, golden energy spread across Chen Feng's palms, transforming into spiked gauntlets.
Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! The dull echoes continued as the inscriptions on the Dark Spear dimmed.
In contrast, cracks began to appear on the Steel Bones, clearly indicating a disadvantage in hardness.
"Die!"
Boom!
The Steel Bones were shattered by the Dark Spear, and the elderly Temple Saint's eyes were filled with murderous intent.
But in the next second.
Whoosh!
The Blood Wings vibrated, and the figure vanished instantly.
A moment of hesitation, and then.
Flames mixed with platinum light coiled around, and a Falling Sun reappeared in Chen Feng's fist, striking from the side.
Boom!
Scales shattered, and blood splattered.
The Temple Saint staggered, his serpentine eyes filled with disbelief.
At the same time, the Winged Serpent below was struck again on the head by the Holy Shield Colossus, its scales broken and bleeding, letting out agonized roars.
As the Winged Serpent beneath him twisted and struggled, its body swelling and tearing, Chen Feng paid no heed. With Falling Suns in both fists, he seized the moment to unleash a barrage of punches.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Each punch landed with brutal force, shattering scales.
The Temple Saint retreated as he fought, a corner of his skull crushed, revealing white bone, blood gushing out in torrents.
Yet, his vitality was astonishingly tenacious, and he still refused to die.
As Chen Feng prepared to strike again, a sense of crisis surged in the Temple Saint's heart.
In a mix of shock and rage, he swung the Dark Spear.
Clang!
The horizontal block was smashed by the fist imprint, and another Falling Sun appeared before him.
At the critical moment, flames flashed in mid-air.
High Priest Rong Yan, who had been on the ground, now had wings of fire on his back, appearing in mid-air beside the Temple Saint.
Boom!!! A pillar of fire erupted, sweeping across the Winged Serpent's back for dozens of meters.
Chen Feng's legs plowed through the serpent's scales as he retreated, leaving behind scorch marks and blood trails, and he was flung into the air.
The Blood Wings vibrated, the golden hue on the green-black carapace dimming, as if melting.
He hovered in mid-air, looking across.
Roar!! The Winged Serpent writhed in pain on its back, and High Priest Rong Yan appeared in time, shielding the Temple Saint.
Drawing his bow and nocking an arrow, his serpentine eyes were filled with killing intent.
The severely wounded Temple Saint caught his breath, and a Serpent Crest Token from the Serpent God Temple materialized on his body.
An eerie green light emanated, slowly beginning to heal his injuries.
"What a pity."
Hovering in mid-air with his Blood Wings, Chen Feng shook his head coldly.
The strain on his body had reached its limit, and he knew he could no longer maintain the Limit Break State and Horn Strike.
Moreover.
The Serpent Crest Token hovering above the Temple Saint seemed to awaken some kind of energy, causing the surrounding sky to darken and an oppressive atmosphere to descend.
Hum! In an instant, High Priest Rong Yan, clad in red scales, ignited flames once more. Wings of fire formed on either side of his arrow, as if preparing some earth-shattering killing move.
Everyone was alarmed, and the Temple Saint's eyes turned grim as he regained his composure.
Flesh regrew above the serpent's head, and the scales became intact once more.
Dark light coalesced in his palms, causing the inscriptions on the Dark Spear to glow brightly.
The bone-chilling killing intent made Chen Feng feel that his Wrath of the Storm was being suppressed by an invisible force, continuously contracting.
"It seems this is your trump card."
His voice was low and indifferent. He simply dispersed the Wrath of the Storm and calmly watched as the killing intent of the Serpentfolk Saint took shape.
Seeing his overconfidence, High Priest Rong Yan slightly frowned. Until the next moment.
Buzz!!
The howling wind was unusually piercing.
Turning his head, he saw that the Silver-Gray Colossus, which had been fighting against the Winged Serpents, had suddenly disappeared mid-air.
Then, with a loud crash.
When it reappeared, it was already hovering hundreds of meters away, behind the numerous Winged Serpents and Serpentfolk.
"Not good!!"
The Temple Saint was both shocked and furious, and the group of Serpentfolk warriors also turned their heads in horror.
In their contracted serpentine pupils, the Silver-Gray Colossus stood like a towering giant, its stone wings blotting out the sky.
A flash of silver-gray with golden patterns rapidly approached, followed by a golden light soaring into the sky, and a massive palm sweeping across the air.
Boom!!
Blood and debris splattered and fell continuously, along with the dozen or so Winged Serpents that were annihilated.
"This is just the interest."
The low and indifferent voice made the Temple Saint extremely furious.
Focusing his gaze, he saw the figure with a green-black body flip its palm, and in its right hand, which should have been empty, there was now a serpent-patterned bag.
The serpentine pupils contracted, and the Temple Saint hurriedly looked down.
The bag at his waist, containing several Serpent Spirit Fruits, had been stolen without him noticing. His eyes filled with killing intent, but he could only watch helplessly as the other party used some method to absorb all the Serpent Spirit Fruits.
"Die!!"
No longer caring about anything else, the Temple Saint was completely enraged. The accumulated dark light erupted from the Dark Spear, even more terrifying than before.
At the same time, the lethal flame strike belonging to High Priest Rong Yan also burned fiercely, extremely dazzling.
Boom!!! The dark light and the flame merged into one, annihilating everything.
The figure in Azure Armor was engulfed within, and the world lost its color for a long time. Rolling crimson heat and white smoke drifted, and specks of dark light scattered into the gloomy sky.
But just then, witnessing the Silver-Gray Colossus suddenly disappear from the distance, High Priest Rong Yan frowned again.
The Temple Saint also felt something was wrong and hurriedly waved his hand to summon a gust of wind.
Focusing his gaze, the flames subsided.
But the green-black figure that should have been annihilated by such an attack had already disappeared.
"Damn it!!"
!!Whoosh!!
A bird streaked across the sky, and the azure color filled his vision.
In a quaint little courtyard, a gentle breeze blew, and the pond rippled.
Goldfish swam and fought for food in the water, the bamboo grove rustled, and a withered leaf floated down onto the water's surface.
Sensing this familiar scene, Chen Feng opened his eyes and sat up from the bed, casually pulling out the phone from under the pillow.
Three days.
Nearly three days and nights had passed on Earth.
Since he had anticipated the possibility of activating the Dark Dream Mark, he had left specific instructions to pretend he was in seclusion and told everyone in his sect not to disturb him.
His current Physical Body could endure several days without food or water without much issue, so he didn't feel any discomfort.
Then, putting down the phone, Chen Feng looked at the panel before him.
[Sacred Flame Awakening Method: Fifth Tier (1%)]
[Strength: 63.5→66.8]
[Agility: 50.5→54.2]
[Constitution: 66.6→69.9]
[Willpower: 68.4→70.1]
"A 12-point attribute increase."
It didn't seem like much, but that was because he was already at the fifth tier of martial arts, with an exceptionally powerful physical body.
At this level, every increase in attribute was several times more difficult than before.
"So, I should now be a true strong fifth-tier."
With a crack, he clenched his fist, and the air exploded with a sharp sound.
A surge of full and abundant power coursed through him, and Chen Feng's eyes shone brightly.
His physical body was slightly stronger than ordinary Radiant Alloy, and even without using the Azure Armor or Mighty Arms, a casual strike could exceed over two hundred tons.
The growth of his mental will also strengthened the Wrath of the Storm. He knew he had completely overcome the bottleneck of the strong fifth tier and firmly established himself at this level.
Buzz! Instantly, crimson flames coiled around him, with a bright white-gold light shining exceptionally, the sacred and majestic aura growing denser, as if it were the natural enemy of darkness.
After carefully sensing and adapting to his newfound strength, Chen Feng finally retracted his Force and slightly closed his eyes.
Not long after, within the Serpent Spirit Secret Realm, a shared image link from the second small stone statue came through, connecting him with Molly and the others.
After parting ways, Olon and the others rested for a night and successfully ambushed a medium-sized Serpentfolk tribe once again.
A new Serpent Spirit Fruit was obtained and stored in a wooden box by Molly, just as he had instructed.
"It wasn't a waste of effort."
Chen Feng nodded, increasingly feeling that the decision to split up at the time was the right one.
With three Saints surrounding him, the Azure Armor Limit Break State was nearing its limit.
Even he had no choice but to exit the dream to escape, unable to linger in the vicinity any longer, let alone if he had brought Olon and the others along.
"However, perhaps it's time for them to return to the Holy City sooner."
Chen Feng pondered silently. Without him, if Olon and the others were intercepted by a Saint, the danger would be unpredictable.
Moreover, he suspected that the people from the Serpent God Temple would not easily give up on lying in wait for him.
Especially that Temple Saint.
He could sense the uniqueness of the Saint level.
Each one possessed some powerful life-saving ability. Injuries that would be fatal to ordinary people were not necessarily irreparable for them.
Even if they lost the initiative in a sudden attack, they could still counterattack with formidable strength at any moment.
Because of this, Chen Feng also thought of the temple token engraved with serpent patterns that the other party had used to heal their injuries at the time.
And that special Dark Spear with inscriptions.
The former seemed to contain some kind of great power, reviving vitality and affecting the sky, making him feel somewhat uneasy.
He even suspected that if he hadn't left the dream at that time, it might have been difficult to leave easily later.
As for the latter.
It appeared to be made of a mineral similar to Obsidian, which shouldn't be harder than his Steel Bones.
However, the inscriptions and the aura of the token were quite similar, directly granting the Dark Spear an indestructible special power that even the Steel Bone Talent couldn't destroy.
"Is it the Serpent God?"
Frowning in thought, Chen Feng felt this was the only explanation.
After all, the Serpent God Temple worshipped the Serpent God, and most of their power came from it.
With some caution in his heart, he shook his head and stopped delving deeper.
The subsequent key points of the Sacred Flame Awakening Method were not easy to obtain, and the ambush from the Serpent God Temple was also a problem. He planned to temporarily set aside the Serpent Spirit Secret Realm for the time being.
Then, he left instructions with the second small stone statue, telling it to remind Molly and the others to hide promptly and return to the Holy City.
Only then did he turn his gaze to the panel before him.
[Heart of Glory LV4: 42/100]
[Azure Armor LV6: 15/100]
Both major talents had improved slightly, but not by much.
The Heart of Glory required complete victory, while the Azure Armor needed the fear of life and death from a sixth-tier Saint or someone of extremely high status.
"No rush."
No matter how powerful the talents were, he still needed to bear them himself.
This trip had already allowed him to significantly improve the Sacred Flame Awakening Method and break through to the strong fifth tier in his martial arts, which was a good enough harvest.
With that, he suppressed all distracting thoughts.
Only then did he push open the wooden door and step out of the small courtyard.
If he remembered correctly, today should be the day the Martial Hall opened.
It was time to descend the mountain.
(End of the Chapter)
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