Ancient Martial Saint Emperor of Another World [Complete] - 15

Chapter 158 Nine Luminaries Mysterious Heavenly Winged Lion -- Chapter 162 Twelve Golden Warriors

"Qin boy, watch out, that little thing is coming out. Be careful to protect it." Tiger Soul's tense and excited spiritual energy fluctuations entered Qin Feng's sea of consciousness.

"Don't worry, as your brother, I will do my best!" Qin Feng channeled the Azure Sky Force within his body to its peak. The Great Perfection Chaotic Demon Body Technique tempered Qin Feng's body to the point that even Tiger Soul could not leave a trace. A dark light emanated from Qin Feng's body, enveloping the area within three feet around him. At the same time, the Heaven-Shattering Earth-Striking Technique controlled all spiritual energy to lock everything around the golden lake.

"Boom~~~~" A muffled sound came from the bottom of the lake, as if something had broken open. Then, even larger waves rose on the lake surface, and the entire lake surface shone with golden light, so bright that people could not open their eyes.

The entire lake seemed to be heated from the bottom, with white steam constantly rising from the surface, quickly enveloping the entire lake in a white mist, obscuring the view within.

Then, a lion's roar, tinged with a childlike quality, soared from the lake's depths into the sky. A golden light pierced through the white mist, like a rising sun, shimmering brightly. Using the mental energy controlled by the Heaven-Shattering Earth-Shattering Technique, Qin Feng easily spotted the creature within the golden light.

It was a small creature very similar to a lion, with golden fur, a mane around its neck giving it a majestic appearance, two small horns on its head, and a pair of golden wings flapping laboriously on its back. Its small mouth was open, revealing tender white teeth. A pair of curious eyes darted around in their sockets, seemingly observing everything around it.

Just then, three deafening dragon roars, accompanied by three bursts of destructive dragon breath, lashed out at the small lion-like creature hovering in mid-air. Simultaneously, a bitter and profound dragon's language resounded. With an inexplicable rhythm, the magical elements of heaven and earth seemed summoned, rapidly gathering and forming a magical energy several times more terrifying than a forbidden spell.

"Ya ya~~~~ Ya ya~~~~" The little lion, struck squarely by the three destructive dragon breaths, let out a joyful cry as if unharmed. Its little eyes were filled with curiosity and pleasure, and its four tiny paws danced happily in the air, seemingly thoroughly enjoying itself.

Dragon breath, second only to dragon language magic in its attack methods, had always been invincible. Even the so-called magic was no different from a piece of paper before dragon breath. However, now, three powerful dragon breaths combined hadn't even harmed a single hair on its opponent's head. For the three proud dragons, this was an unprecedented humiliation!

The three dragons exchanged a glance, inhaled simultaneously, and then opened their mouths wide. A dragon breath, thicker, hotter, and carrying even greater energy than before, spewed towards the little lion floating in mid-air, howling "Ya ya~~~~".

"Don't rush, Qin boy. If this little thing can't even handle this trash, then it's not worthy to be my body!" Tiger Soul stopped Qin Feng, who was about to intervene.

Sure enough, the three dragon breaths, powerful enough to melt anything else on the continent, seemed to be absorbed when they entered the aura around the little lion, disappearing completely. The little lion, which should have died from the dragon breath, was now jumping around in mid-air, waving its pink paws, opening its cute little mouth, and making "Ya ya~~~~" sounds, as if mocking the dragon race for being nothing more than that.

The three dragons were enraged. Among the younger generation of dragons, they were among the best, pampered by their elders since childhood, getting whatever they wanted. Their dragon breath was invincible, yet today, they had failed to achieve anything against this little lion

. This was intolerable! Just as the furious dragons were about to strike again, suddenly—a bolt of lightning ripped through the sky, carrying an energy that shook the earth, striking the little lion. The little lion cried out in pain, its golden light dimming considerably. It stopped falling from mid-air, but stubbornly used its tender golden wings to stop itself two zhang above the lake surface.

"When a strange beast appears, Heaven will surely punish it! This little fellow seems to have an extraordinary origin, otherwise, no lightning bolt would have struck. But this is more worthy of my Tiger God," Tiger Soul muttered softly.

Qin Feng remained silent, watching the scene expressionlessly.

"Roar~~~~~~" The little lion roared towards the sky where the lightning had just struck. Although it carried a hint of childishness, an aura of majesty, indomitable spirit, and superiority inherited from ancient times made the three-headed dragons surrounding it tremble involuntarily.

How could a little lion, so newly born, possess an aura that instilled fear in even the most powerful dragons of the continent?

Just then, the bitter and profound dragon language in mid-air ceased,

and the vast magical energy gathered surged towards the little lion, who stood two zhang above the lake. "Roar~~~~" A stubborn glint appeared in the little lion's adorable eyes. It opened its still-toothed mouth, and a golden energy blast shot out, crashing head-on into the descending magical energy.

"Boom~~~~"

A deafening roar echoed as the colliding energies raged outwards, crushing everything in their path and raising a massive cloud of dust that obscured everything in its wake.

"Qin boy, how many moves do you think you have to take down those four big-bellied lizards?" Tiger Soul's spiritual energy fluctuations entered Qin Feng's sea of consciousness.

"Three moves. If I use the Netherworld Devouring God Technique, one move, but that would destroy your physical body." Qin Feng frowned, thinking for a few seconds before speaking.

"Then let's wait three moves. I finally found this body; I can't let it be destroyed like this." Tiger Soul naglyly instructed.

"Alright, alright, Little White, I've really discovered you have the potential to be a woman. You're like an old woman, so talkative!" Qin Feng teased.

"Sigh, after all, it's been tens of thousands of years. Suddenly having a suitable body is really exciting." Tiger Soul, who would usually argue with Qin Feng, didn't retort this time, her expression somewhat somber.

"Alright, alright, don't look like an old man. Once you get this body, you can go find your Tiger Sister. Cheer up." Qin Feng comforted her, his eyes turning to the arena.

The dust had settled, and the situation was now quite clear. The silver dragon that had just cast dragon language magic leaned against the two giant dragons, its expression somber. Golden blood gushed from its massive mouth, and half of its once dazzling silver wings were missing, leaving a bloody mess and exposing the stark white bones. The little lion was nowhere to be seen, leaving only a lake with churning waves.

"Lord Murikshuvette, are you alright?" the blue dragon supporting the silver dragon asked anxiously.

"I'm fine. Although I was injured, I didn't disappoint His Majesty's trust. The Nine Luminaries Profound Heavenly Winged Lion truly lives up to its reputation as a race even stronger than our dragon race. Fortunately, it was only just born and in its weakest state; otherwise, we would have been no match for it. Now that the Nine Luminaries Profound Heavenly Winged Lion is dead, our dragon race has no rivals left on the Starry Continent," the silver dragon replied, its expression filled with undisguised excitement.

"My lord, is the Nine Luminaries Mystic Heavenly Winged Lion really like the legends say, feeding on us dragons?" the blue dragon asked with a hint of curiosity.

"Yes, the Nine Luminaries Mystic Heavenly Winged Lion can be considered the nemesis of our dragon race. When they are young, they are not so bad, feeding only on flying dragons and armored silver-backed ground dragons. But once they reach adulthood, they will prey on us dragons as a whole. Although our dragon race is known as the strongest on the continent, we don't even have a chance to fight back against an adult Nine Luminaries Mystic Heavenly Winged Lion. Apart from His Majesty the Dragon Emperor, who can barely fight it to a draw, other dragons are as insignificant as ants in front of it," the silver dragon replied with a hint of fear.

"But our bodies are immune to damage unless they're protected by divine artifacts, and our dragon magic is unparalleled across the entire continent. How could we possibly be no match for it?" the blue dragon asked, its face filled with disbelief.

"While our bodies are indeed physically formidable compared to other races on the continent, they're like paper before the Nine Luminaries Profound Heaven Holy Winged Lion. Its claws can easily tear through our scales and pierce our skin. Our dragon breath is child's play in its presence, posing no real harm. As for our prized dragon magic, well…" The silver dragon was about to say something when it was interrupted by a roar filled with overwhelming rage—

"Roar!" With this roar, a golden light carrying a blazing flame shot from the lake into the air. It was the same little lion from before, now about twice its size, its head and tail approximately six feet long. All its golden fur stood on end, and its once black eyes turned crimson as it glared angrily at the four dragons.

"Roar~~~~" The giant red dragon soared into the air, unfurling its dozens of feet long body. Looking at the tiny lion cub before it, as small as an ant, a fiery red energy shot from the dragon's mouth towards the cub. This red energy was no ordinary dragon breath, but the dragon's primal energy, accumulated over countless years—arguably the most precious resource of the dragon race, hundreds of times more powerful than ordinary dragon breath.

However—

the lion cub, struck squarely by the dragon's primal energy, seemed unaffected. With a low growl, it burst forth from the dragon's primal energy. A golden light flashed, and the giant red dragon in mid-air let out a mournful cry, plummeting from the sky. Below its neck, the lion cub's right forepaw was embedded in the dragon's body, piercing a unique black scale—the dragon's Achilles' heel—its reverse scale!

Chapter 159 Lion and Dragon Battle of the Ancient Martial Saint Emperor in Another World

"Ah~~~~" The red dragon shook its massive body violently, trying to shake off the lion cub stuck to its reverse scale. But no matter how it shook, the lion cub was like a nail driven into its reverse scale, firmly fixed there. Bright red dragon blood gushed out from the reverse scale like a fountain.

"Boltok~~~~" The other three dragons, witnessing this, were terrified and exclaimed.

"This little guy is not bad, hehe, good, the body I chose is really excellent, haha~~~~" Tiger Soul, who witnessed everything, laughed happily.

In the chaos, the red dragon Boltok used its front paws to pull the lion cub away, finally managing to pull it off, but along with it, a blood-red peach-shaped object was pulled out—the dragon's heart!

"Ahhhhhh!" With a pitiful cry, the red-haired Bortok, his face contorted in rage, caught up with the little lion who was happily devouring the dragon's heart. "I'm not going to live, so I'll drag you down with me!"

he cried. "Bortok...poor child..." the silver dragon groaned, directing the two dragons that had been supporting the terrified dragon to quickly leave the spot and fly into the air.

"That big-bellied red lizard is about to self-destruct, Qin. After it explodes, catch the injured little lion immediately, and I'll take the opportunity to possess its body! Wangcai, keep an eye on those three big-bellied lizards, don't let them get close!" Tiger Soul ordered.

"Okay, got it."

"Don't worry, boss, I'll handle those three lizards." Wangcai readily agreed. A

deafening explosion, several times louder than the collision of the dragon's magic and the little lion's energy blast, erupted.

A self-destruction, and by a fire-type dragon with the strongest attack power among the dragons—the energy fluctuations and power produced were far beyond what dragon language magic could match.

A scream of agony came from the little lion in mid-air. Being just a newborn, it had no combat experience whatsoever, and instead of escaping the red dragon's self-destruction range with its speed, it endured the force of a self-destruction equivalent to ten forbidden spells stacked together.

"Ah, Bortok's self-destruction. At least he died a worthy death, dragging that devil down with him," the silver dragon Murik Hewitt said with a hint of relief.

"Lord Murik Hewitt, can we leave? I really don't want to stay any longer," the blue dragon Arthuritako trembled, its small body shaking.

"Child, don't be afraid. The Dragon God will protect us. Bortok sacrificed himself. He is a hero of our dragon race. Let's go down and see if that Nine Luminaries Mystic Heavenly Winged Lion is truly dead!" the silver dragon Murik Hewitt comforted it.

The lion cub, injured by the red dragon's self-destruction, flew in an arc into the distance. Just then, a white figure appeared like lightning where the cub would pass in the next instant. It was Qin Feng, who had been waiting for his chance in the forest!

With a single, effortless movement, Qin Feng neutralized the cub's forward momentum, then swiftly pulled it to his chest. A surge of crimson spiritual energy rose from Qin Feng's sea of consciousness, coalescing into a phantom image of a fierce tiger, before pouring entirely into the cub's body.

"Qin kid, this lion cub is seriously injured this time. Its internal organs have been displaced, and its bones have been shattered. It's not far from death! Damn it... the body we finally found is gone just like that!" Tiger Soul's furious spiritual energy surged from the cub into Qin Feng's sea of consciousness.

"Is there any way to salvage it?" Qin Feng asked.

"Unless you can reposition its internal organs and set its bones properly," Tiger Soul replied irritably.

"That's easy. You stay here for now, I'll be right back." Qin Feng summoned Wangcai back, instructing it to watch over the little lion's body. A white shadow flashed, and he appeared before the three giant dragons.

"Insignificant human, what are you doing here?" The yellow earth-elemental dragon roared arrogantly at Qin Feng, its voice booming like thunder. Today, it had come with Elder Murikshuivit to carry out the mission assigned by His Majesty the Dragon Emperor, but it had suffered repeated losses. In the end, it had to pay the price of a red dragon's life to kill the Nine Luminaries Profound Heaven Sacred Winged Lion. How could a dragon accustomed to arrogance accept this?

Now, a mere human dared to stand brazenly before such a noble dragon, not only failing to bow but also looking at them with an arrogant expression. How could a noble dragon tolerate such contempt for its authority from a human as insignificant as an ant?

Qin Feng didn't even glance at the roaring yellow earth dragon, staring at the silver dragon Murik Hewitt and saying, "A friend of mine wanted that lion's body, but you ruined it, so I have to leave you behind. As compensation, I will take your last words to your hometown."

"You madman! Haha, you actually think you can keep us all here with the power of a mortal? I think you've gone mad with your dream of becoming a dragon-slaying hero! Haha~~~~~" the yellow earth dragon sneered disdainfully.

The injured silver dragon Murik Hewitt and the blue dragon Arthuritaco also joined in the laughter.

"Laugh loudly, I'll give you ten more breaths to laugh. After you're done, I'll send you on your way." Qin Feng remained calm, completely disregarding the three dragons before him.

"You despicable human! You have offended the dignity of our noble dragon race! I, on behalf of the great dragon race, now sentence you to death! Remember this: in your next life, be more humble and don't spend your days thinking about unrealistic things!" The yellow earth dragon opened its ferocious maw and fiercely spewed a scorching dragon breath filled with destructive energy at Qin Feng.

Just as it thought it had burned this little reptile who had defied the dignity of the dragon race to ashes and stopped spewing breath, it was astonished to find that the guy it thought was dead was still standing there unharmed, looking at it with disdain!

"How is this possible? How is this possible? Has the dragon breath of our dragon race completely failed today? My lord, what exactly is going on? What happened today?" The earth-elemental yellow dragon asked the silver dragon Murik Hewitt in disbelief.

"Child, we've encountered trouble this time. It seems this human has at least reached the pinnacle of human capabilities!" Murik Hewitt replied gravely.

"Are you ready, my three esteemed dragon guests? I will now escort you back to the embrace of your dragon god." Qin Feng remained nonchalant, not even glancing at the three dragons before him, whose faces were grave and who were wary.

Humans have always worshipped dragons, regarding them as the goal of their struggle. Humans have always been insignificant before dragons, even the top experts are extremely cautious when encountering dragons. But today, the situation is exactly the opposite. Three high-level dragons appear somewhat weak before a human! "Human, state your conditions. What will it take for you to let us go back?" The silver dragon, Murik Hewitt, befitting an elder of the dragon race, cautiously inquired, seeing the human's composure and a sense of unfathomable mystery.

"My lord? He's just a lowly reptile! We are the noble dragon race!" Startled by Murik Hewitt's subservient tone, the yellow dragon Rivakonat and the blue dragon Arthuritako stared at him in confusion.

"I'm sorry, but I need all your blood. If you can give me all your blood, and you survive, I can let you go," Qin Feng replied expressionlessly, though a hint of malice flickered in his slightly upturned lips.

"Outrageous! Human, don't push your luck! The honor of our dragon race cannot be violated like this!" the silver dragon roared.

"Then, let's try," Qin Feng replied calmly, completely disregarding the silver dragon's threat.

"Even if you manage to kill us today, our dragon race will not let you go. You will face a continent-wide hunt! Your family, your friends, any human connected to you will die because of your reckless decision today!" the silver dragon said unwillingly.

"Then I will go to your Dragon Island and wipe out your entire dragon race." Hearing the silver dragon's threat, Qin Feng stared intently at the silver dragon, a terrifying killing intent shooting from the depths of his eyes straight into the soul of the silver dragon, Murikshuvite.

"You—" The silver dragon Murikshuvite took a half step back, staring at Qin Feng with fear in his eyes, unable to speak.

"Insignificant human, you have gone too far in bullying dragons! Ah—" The yellow dragon was completely enraged by Qin Feng's words, roaring as its huge tail slammed straight at Qin Feng with a whooshing sound.

A hint of contempt appeared on Qin Feng's lips. With a casual grab of his right hand, he seized the attacking dragon tail, and no matter how the yellow dragon struggled, it could not escape. Then Qin Feng's right hand began to move, using the point being held as a fulcrum to slam the ten-thousand-ton yellow dragon forcefully into the ground!

"How is this possible? Even the Titans, known for their immense strength, couldn't possibly grab our dragon's tail with one hand and throw it like that!" The silver dragon, Murikshuvette, stared in disbelief at the scene unfolding before him, while the blue dragon gaped in horror, speechless.

"Boom!" The yellow dragon's massive body made intimate contact with the ground, leaving him dazed and disoriented. Before he could even regain his senses, a tremendous force surged from its tail, propelling him uncontrollably into the air.

Then, a destructive energy slammed down on its head from above. A tremor from the depths of its soul caused the yellow dragon to desperately twist its body, attempting to dodge the impending attack

.

The yellow dragon, attempting to dodge the devastating attack that was about to strike him, suddenly realized that he, a noble dragon, was no different from an ant in the hands of this human!

A tiny fist appeared in his dragon eye, lightly, without stirring up a wisp of air, seemingly without any force. Yet, this light punch filled the yellow dragon with despair. At this moment, he was like a lizard struggling incessantly, only he was many times more powerful than a lizard. Seeing the

yellow dragon in danger, the silver dragon Murikshuivit and the blue dragon Asheritago, who wanted to help, found that their every move seemed to be closely monitored by the human who was brazenly holding the yellow dragon's tail. They had a feeling that if they intervened, the result would be certain death, so they hesitated for a moment.

In that split second of their hesitation, Qin Feng's left fist gently struck the forehead of the thrown-up yellow dragon. There was no massive energy surge, no deafening sound, as they had expected. Qin Feng's fist seemed to have struck thin air, generating no energy fluctuation whatsoever. Just as the silver dragon, Murik Hewitt, and the blue dragon, Arthuri,

breathed a sigh of relief, thinking Qin Feng had missed, a loud thud suddenly erupted from the yellow dragon's massive body. Its once proudly held head drooped limply, its lantern-sized eyes gradually becoming empty and lifeless. Qin Feng, as if performing a trivial act, casually tossed the already dead yellow dragon's corpse aside. He smiled at the terrified Murik Hewitt and Arthuri, revealing his white teeth. This smile, which could have been quite dashing, appeared to the silver and blue dragons like the smile of a demon, sending a chill down their spines. "Next." Qin Feng's smile vanished, replaced by a cold, emotionless voice. "Roar~~~~ Arthuritak. Run! Go back and report to His Majesty the Dragon Emperor, begging him to avenge me!" The silver dragon, Murikshuivit, roared and charged at Qin Feng, ordering the blue dragon, Arthuritak, without turning back. Qin Feng smiled and shook his head, a hint of mockery flashing in his eyes. Fight to the death? Are you even qualified? Silver dragons, second only to the three-headed golden dragons and the dark dragons among the dragon race, must possess extraordinary abilities—dragon language magic. While their physical bodies may not be as robust as the dark dragons, their dragon language magic is unparalleled. One could say the silver dragons are the magicians of the dragon race! Since he was a mage, his primary means of attack was magic. But now, whether out of desperation or something else, the silver dragon Murikshuvette actually charged at Qin Feng to fight him hand-to-hand. Didn't he see how the earth-elemental yellow dragon, whose defense was ranked first among dragons, had died? A flash of white, and Qin Feng had vanished from his spot, leaving the charging Murikshuvette empty-handed. He quickly turned around and saw Qin Feng standing atop the trembling blue dragon Arthuritako, looking at him mockingly. "How did you do that? I sealed off the surrounding space; you couldn't possibly use spatial magic!" the silver dragon Murikshuvette asked incredulously. Qin Feng didn't answer, but lightly stomped his right foot down. The blue dragon shuddered, its once bright and clear eyes snapping open, gradually losing their luster, and like a kite with a broken string, it plummeted straight to the ground. "No~~~~~" The silver dragon cried out in anguish as it watched the blue dragon's corpse fall. "Don't be too sad. I'll send you down soon, and you can meet them." Qin Feng's emotionless voice, like the tolling of death's bell, made the over ten-thousand-year-old silver dragon, Murikshuvette, tremble slightly. A resolute look flashed in Murikshuvette's enormous dragon eyes. It suddenly leaped into the air, using its tattered wings to hover precariously, spitting out a mouthful of dragon blood that congealed into an impenetrable wall of blood around it. Then it chanted a long string of incantations—

"O ancient dragon god, with bloodlines that have continued for countless years, with dignity hidden deep within your soul, your subject, Murikshuvite Lawrence Yetnavas Mutariqi Bubuen, is willing to offer my life, begging for your help, dragon god descend~~~~"

Just as his eyes gleamed with excitement, and he was about to utter the last word, he suddenly felt a tightness around his neck, and a face he would never forget appeared before him—Qin Feng!

"How is this possible~~~~~~~ That blood wall just now~~~~~ was formed from my~~~~~heart's blood, hailed as~~~~~~an absolute defense~~~~~ Dragon Blood Wall~~~~~ How~~~ how could you~~~ break through it so quickly~~~~" The silver dragon Murikshuvite, his vital point gripped, stammered with difficulty.

"There is no absolute defense in this world. Even if there is, it's only relative to this level of energy. When my energy far exceeds yours, then I can easily break through your defense," Qin Feng said coldly. "

Thank you~~~ But~~~~ you~~~~ won't be able to either~~~~ I've already~~~~ started to self-destruct~~~~ We will~~~~ perish together~~~~ Haha~~~~" A hint of smugness flashed in the silver dragon's eyes as he spoke haltingly, seemingly envisioning the scene of Qin Feng and himself exploding into dust.

Qin Feng's face still wore that faint mockery. Suddenly, his right hand turned a chilling white, claw-like shape, and he viciously plunged it into the forehead of the silver dragon, Murikshuvite. The skull, known as the hardest part of a dragon's body, was torn apart like a bubble! When he pulled back, Qin Feng held a palm-sized, gleaming silver stone in his hand, covered with strands of white brain matter. The

ancient Chinese martial art—Nine Yin White Bone Claw.

"Ahhhhhh!" The silver dragon Murikshuvette screamed, his face filled with despair as he looked at the stone in Qin Feng's hand.

"This is your magic crystal, isn't it? Your self-destruction shattered this crystal. Now that I've taken it out, what right do you have to self-destruct?" Qin Feng brandished the magic crystal belonging to the silver dragon Murikshuvette, mocking him.

"You demon~~~ The Dragon God~~~~ will not let you go!" The silver dragon Murikshuvette stared at Qin Feng with his lantern-sized dragon eyes, his words coming out haltingly, his eyeballs gradually becoming empty.

Slaying a dragon, nothing more than this.

Qin Feng didn't care at all. He swiftly landed on the ground, punched a clearing by the lake, creating a large crater. Then, the Tiger Soul Blade appeared in his hand, and he slashed at the neck of the silver dragon Murikshuvette's corpse, spraying the spurting blood into the crater he had just created.

After draining the blood of the silver dragon Murikshuivit, Qin Feng then used the same method to add the blood of the blue dragon Asheritago and the yellow dragon Rivakonat into the pit. A strong, pungent smell of blood wafted from the pit.

"Wangcai, bring your boss over here," Qin Feng said to the little lion, who had been possessed by Tiger Soul, a hundred feet away.

A flash of silver lightning appeared, and Wangcai was already carrying the little lion (hereinafter referred to as Tiger Soul) to Qin Feng.

"Qin kid, you bastard. What are you planning to do to this old man? Don't take revenge for me, I know I used to talk too much, but it was all for your own good. Don't joke around with me about something that concerns my lifelong happiness~~~~" Tiger Soul, now possessing the little lion's body, sent a pitiful wave of spiritual energy to Qin Feng.

"Alright, alright, do you think I'm that petty? Shut up! I remember there's a healing technique in the 'Martial Arts Manual' called 'Bone-Setting and Meridian-Regenerating.' Want to try it for the first time?" Qin Feng interrupted Hu Po.

"Sigh, do I have a choice in my current state? Let's try it. If it really doesn't work, I'll just go back to your sea of consciousness," Hu Po replied helplessly.

"Wangcai, protect me. This technique will take about three days and three nights to perform. Remember, don't let anything interrupt me!" Qin Feng instructed Wangcai.

"Let it go, Boss Feng. With me here, unless they're experts above the Dragon Emperor level, I can easily kill them," Wangcai said to Qin Feng.

"Little White, let's begin. Remember to use your spiritual energy to protect your brain, and it's best to strengthen its structure. After all, although this little lion's body is strong, it can't withstand such a massive amount of spiritual energy from you. Leave the rest to me!" Qin Feng said to Hu Po.

"Qin boy, everything is in your hands now. I'm leaving you alone."

Qin Feng stopped talking, recalling the bone-setting and meridian-repairing method from the *Martial Arts Manual*. Then, he channeled his Qi into the Azure Sky Technique, instantly enveloping his entire body in golden light. Next, Qin Feng placed Tiger Soul into the dragon blood pit, and the Azure Sky Force within his body began a slow repair process along the little lion's originally supple meridians.

The greatest effect of dragon blood is healing; it is said that as long as there is still a breath left, no matter how severe the injury, it can be healed immediately. This is why Qin Feng slaughtered the three-headed dragon.

For three days and three nights, when Qin Feng removed the Azure Sky Force from Tiger Soul's body, Tiger Soul's displaced internal organs had returned to their original positions, and its shattered bones had been set. However, Tiger Soul did not wake up, as if it had fallen into a deep sleep, and no matter how Qin Feng called out to it, it did not respond.

Moreover, fine, blood-red threads gradually appeared around Tiger Soul's body in the Dragon Blood Pit, slowly enveloping it like a cocoon, and thumping like a heart, making Qin Feng exclaim in disbelief.

In Chapter 161 of "Ancient Martial Saint Emperor of Another World,"

deep in the jungle where the Goblin Mayan Wasteland meets the Ten Thousand Mountains, in a huge lake, Qin Feng tilted his head, looking at the string of things emitting a rich aroma on the fire in front of him. He smacked his lips and muttered to himself, "Dragon liver seems to be good for the eyes, dragon tongue for the spleen, and dragon brain for the brain."

After saying that, he glanced at a thick stick about eight or nine feet long not far away and frowned: "What does dragon whip do?"

"Never mind, let's fill our stomachs first." Qin Feng grabbed the still steaming dragon liver that was roasting on the fire, gently tore off a small piece, and put it in his mouth. To his surprise, the dragon liver melted in his mouth and went down his esophagus to his stomach. A warm feeling rose from his stomach, making his whole body feel comfortable and his mouth smelled delicious.

"Not bad, Wangcai, come on, try some dragon liver." Qin Feng licked his lips, tossed a piece of dragon liver to Wangcai, who was lying beside him, ears perked up, drooling.

"Gulp~~~ Delicious! Boss Feng, another piece!" Wangcai swallowed the dragon liver in one gulp, without even tasting it, and then looked at Qin Feng longingly.

"These things need to be put in your mouth and slowly melt, you know? Giving them to you is a waste! Sigh!" Qin Feng tore off another piece of dragon liver and tossed it to Wangcai.

"Gulp~~~~" Wangcai swallowed it in one gulp, just like before, then looked at Qin Feng with fawning eyes, sticking out his tongue and licking his lips.

"Fine, you defeat me. Sigh, there's dragon meat over there, go eat it yourself." Qin Feng shook his head helplessly and pointed to the dragon meat cut from the dragon corpses that were soaking in the lake across from the campfire.

"Awooo!" Wangcai let out a joyful cry and dashed to the dragon meat, biting off a three-pound piece in two bites.

Qin Feng carefully savored the cloyingly fragrant dragon liver, gall bladder, brain, belly, tongue, and so on, while keeping an eye on the cocoon-like object, its blood and white colors resembling a beating heart, that had appeared above the original dragon blood pit. He thought to himself, "Who knows when Xiaobai will come out? If this continues, everything in the clan will be delayed. I'll leave Wangcai to watch over Xiaobai and go look for him myself."

The next morning, bathed in the golden light of the rising sun, Qin Feng repeatedly instructed Wangcai on some important matters before embarking alone on his journey to find a mount for the Berserker Clan.

Riding on Wangcai's back on the way there had been incredibly easy, but now, walking on his own, he realized how difficult the path was. Qin Feng frowned, a milky-white magic wand appearing in his hand. He infused it with a wisp of magical energy, and instantly, he floated up, about four feet off the ground, easily traversing the dense jungle.

He walked for a whole day, and by sunset, Qin Feng finally emerged from this damned jungle. Yes, he did emerge from the jungle. Back when he was a pirate, Qin Feng relied entirely on the advanced instruments of his spaceship to determine direction; in reality, he was completely directionally challenged. Now, without those advanced instruments, his terrible sense of direction was on full display!

"Damn it, I'm finally lost! Heh!" Realizing he was finally lost, Qin Feng finally cursed, the first time he had sworn since arriving on the Starry Continent. After cursing, he felt a great sense of relief. He chuckled to himself.

Looking at the desolate landscape around him, Qin Feng shook his head. It seemed he would have to sleep here temporarily tonight.

As the sun finally dipped below the horizon and a crescent moon hung in the sky, Qin Feng sat before the rising campfire, having already devoured the fragrant earth dragon liver, his mouth still stuffed with greasy, delicious dragon meat. Suddenly, Qin Feng paused while chewing the dragon meat, then continued chewing. He muttered to himself, "Where did all these little reptiles come from? Hopefully they know what's good for them, otherwise—" Less than a quarter of an hour after Qin Feng finished speaking, a rustling sound accompanied by the sound of saliva dripping onto the ground came from all directions.

Qin Feng scanned the surroundings with his divine sense, and the entire scene came into his mind. A group of small animals, about waist-high and covered in yellow fur, surrounded him.

"These are goblins? They're really disgusting," Qin Feng thought to himself, shaking his head.

Qin Feng didn't care and continued eating the roasted dragon meat, which emitted an enticing aroma, as if he hadn't noticed the goblins.

"Hey, human, you're surrounded! Leave your food and all your valuables, and we might let you go!" A hoarse male voice rang out. A goblin, slightly taller than the others, wearing simple armor and carrying a one-handed sword taller than himself, stepped forward and stood before Qin Feng, seemingly giving him face.

Qin Feng continued eating the dragon meat, as if he hadn't heard the goblin leader. The only sounds in the room were Qin Feng's deliberately loud chewing and the dripping of some goblins' saliva.

"Damn human, did you hear what the great goblin leader, Zha Zha Er, said?" The goblin leader suddenly drew his one-handed sword from his back, pointing it at Qin Feng with a powerful stance and roaring.

Qin Feng glanced up at the goblin leader, a cold glint flashing in his eyes before he lowered his head to continue eating the dragon meat in his hand.

"You, you're showing contempt! You're showing contempt for our great goblin race, contempt for our great goblin leader, Zha Zha Er! Brothers, attack! Kill him, and we can enjoy this delicious food!" the goblin leader shouted to the surroundings, simultaneously brandishing his one-handed sword and thrusting it at Qin Feng.

Seeing their leader attack, the goblins hurriedly scrambled to attack Qin Feng, as if he were the delicious meal.

"Boom boom boom!" A series of muffled thuds followed. The goblins, charging towards Qin Feng at twice their original speed, traced a magnificent parabola through the air in their original direction before crashing heavily to the ground, emitting cries of agony. Fortunately, Qin Feng had only deflected them, not killed them; otherwise, they would have been a pile of corpses.

With the help of his underlings, the goblin leader scrambled to his feet, pointing fearfully at Qin Feng and trembling, "You're bullying us! What kind of skill is that? We won't stand for it!"

"Oh, how did I bully you? So many of you came to steal my food, and I'm the one who bullied you?" Qin Feng, amused and annoyed, teased him.

"You're clearly a master, pretending to be one to lure us into robbing you. That's not fair, that's not right!" the goblin leader argued.

"Oh, then what do you consider fair?" Qin Feng countered.

"Well—well, we have several very powerful elders in our household. If you can defeat them, I'll admit you're powerful," the goblin leader said, his eyes darting around.

"In that case, lead the way. I want to see just how powerful your so-called elders are." Amidst the envious gazes of the goblins, Qin Feng swallowed the last piece of dragon meat and addressed the goblin leader.

According to the intelligence he had gathered, this goblin clan seemed to be protected by a powerful being; otherwise, these goblin bandits would have been wiped out long ago. It seemed his luck was good today; he had a chance to unveil the mystery of the powerful being behind the goblins! Qin Feng thought to himself.

Qin Feng followed the group of goblins deeper into the wasteland. He didn't know how long they walked, but when the crescent moon hung high in the sky, they finally arrived at their destination. There was a cave entrance about two zhang high.

Qin Feng looked at the cave entrance suspiciously, then at the three-foot-tall goblins around him. Why did these short goblins build such a high entrance?

But Qin Feng quickly understood, because twelve powerful auras, at least those of high-ranking sword gods, suddenly rushed out of the cave.

Qin Feng raised an eyebrow, nodded, and muttered to himself, "There's a clue. No wonder those mercenary groups that wanted to exterminate the goblins all failed, no matter how many they sent. It turns out these goblins had twelve high-level sword gods as bodyguards. Those mercenary groups that didn't know the situation rashly sent out teams, they were simply offering themselves up for slaughter."

Qin Feng slightly circulated his energy, and instantly his entire body was enveloped in a dark light. He activated the Chaotic Demon Body Technique to its peak, while his palms shone with golden light, suddenly transforming into thousands of hands in the air. This was

the ancient Chinese martial art—Thousand Leaf Formless Hand.

"Clang, clang~~~~" After twelve consecutive clanging sounds of metal clashing, Qin Feng now held twelve spears nearly five zhang long, all made of a strange metal that resembled gold but wasn't.

The surrounding goblins were thrown about by the huge energy shockwaves, lying on the ground howling loudly.

Then, the sound of metal clashing echoed from inside the cave, and twelve powerful spiritual energies firmly locked onto Qin Feng.

Qin Feng smiled slightly, unconcerned. Although they were powerful, that was only relative to these goblins; to him, they were merely troublesome.

A sweep of his divine sense revealed twelve male warriors, each about three zhang tall, remarkably similar in appearance, all with deathly pale faces, clad in golden armor, walking step by step from inside the cave towards the outside, leaving a trail of deep footprints behind them.

"You...who...are you?" The twelve golden warriors stopped about five zhang from the cave entrance, their twelve pairs of eyes glaring sharply at Qin Feng. The one in the lead, seemingly their leader, opened his mouth and spoke in a hoarse voice, stuttering as if he hadn't spoken in a long time.

"And who are you?" Qin Feng countered with a question.

"Us?" A hint of confusion flashed in the eyes of the twelve golden warriors, and they all froze.

Chapter 162 of "Ancient Martial Saint Emperor in Another World": Twelve Golden Warriors

"We...don't know...who we are!" The leading golden warrior shook his head, then a golden glint flashed in his eyes as he looked at Qin Feng and said, "You are very powerful, we want to challenge you!"

"Challenge me?" Qin Feng was taken aback and asked, "Why?"

The twelve golden warriors remained silent. Taking advantage of Qin Feng's momentary lapse in concentration, they each swung their weapons, instantly sending the twelve golden spears from Qin Feng's hands flying back to their respective owners.

Qin Feng, now back to his senses, looked at the twelve seemingly bewildered golden warriors and nodded, saying, "I accept your challenge."

To avoid damaging the goblin cave, the challenge was held on a wasteland ten miles away.

Qin Feng stood proudly under a crescent moon, the night breeze gently ruffling his golden hair, his handsome face expressionless. His twelve opponents, the twelve golden warriors, surrounded Qin Feng, each wielding a golden spear. Twelve pairs of eyes were fixed on Qin Feng, who stood with his hands behind his back. If Qin Feng revealed the slightest opening, those twelve golden spears would strike that opening in the shortest possible time.

A confident smile curved Qin Feng's lips. These twelve sword god-level experts, united, were indeed a worthy opponent, but only a worthy opponent. To truly defeat him was far too difficult. Perhaps only after the Tiger Soul awakened could it pose a threat.

Finally, the twelve golden warriors watching Qin Feng realized that defeat was inevitable if things continued this way, and they launched their attack.

"Ahhh!" The leading golden warrior roared, hurling his spear fiercely towards the back of Qin Feng's head.

Like a golden light breaking through the dawn, the golden spear left a trail of afterimages in the air, arriving less than three inches from the back of Qin Feng's head. The other eleven golden warriors stared intently at Qin Feng; if he revealed even the slightest opening, a deadly golden spear would pierce his body in the next instant.

To the great surprise of these golden warriors, Qin Feng seemed oblivious, standing with his hands behind his back. Because of the darkness, none of the twelve golden warriors noticed when a flash of dark light appeared on Qin Feng's body.

"Clang!" A sound of metal clashing rang out, even sparks flying from the golden spears, but Qin Feng stood as steady as a mountain, as if the golden spear hadn't pierced him at all.

"Yaaaaaa!" Qin Feng roared at the waning moon in the sky, and instantly, an overwhelming aura of dominance emanated from his body. His white robe ripped open, revealing his bronze skin. His muscles, unlike the berserkers' rock-like protrusions, were streamlined, appearing exceptionally magnificent in the cold moonlight.

Then, a layer of dark light emanated from Qin Feng's body, like armor, firmly protecting him.

"Take this!" "Qin Feng roared, leaping into the air to dodge the three golden spears that were being thrown at him. His clenched fist slammed towards the leader of the golden warriors.

His fist, seemingly made of gold and radiating intense heat, seemed to pierce through time and space, striking the leader before the fourth golden spear could reach him.

"Hoo!" the leader of the golden warriors roared as well. He inhaled sharply and threw out his right fist, intending to clash head-on with Qin Feng!

"Boom!" The two fists collided with a deafening roar. Qin Feng's golden fist seemed to explode, radiating a brilliant golden light, like the sun, illuminating the entire arena as if it were daytime.

This was the ancient Chinese martial art—Nine Luminaries Overlord Fist.

"Pfft~~~" The golden warrior leader, who was still trying to hold on, finally couldn't withstand the domineering energy entering his body. He spat out a mouthful of golden blood and was thrown far away.

At this moment, the fourth golden spear also pierced Qin Feng's throat. If it were an ordinary person, or even a sword god, being pierced in the throat by this golden spear would definitely mean certain death! Unfortunately, this time it was Qin Feng—

with a "whoosh," the golden spear was blocked by Qin Feng's body, unable to penetrate even an inch. Qin Feng turned his head and grinned at the golden warrior who had thrown the spear. His feet flashed, and the golden warrior only felt a blur before his eyes. The next moment, a golden fist... The punch hurtled towards his nose; if it landed, it would at least break his nose.

Fortunately, the golden warrior was experienced in combat and fell straight back to the ground, dodging Qin Feng's extremely dangerous straight punch. At the same time, several whooshing sounds came from behind Qin Feng, clearly the other golden warriors had come to their rescue seeing their comrade cornered by Qin Feng.

A sinister smile of triumph appeared on Qin Feng's lips. He performed a 360-degree backflip, dodging the three golden spears aimed at him, and accelerated downwards, his right knee slamming down on the head of the golden warrior still lying on the ground. If that knee landed, hehe, it would definitely be... A large watermelon! Several gasps of surprise rang out from behind them, echoing from the other golden warriors.

Just as the golden warrior was in despair, he suddenly felt a gentle breeze on his face. The knee that should have struck his head lightly tapped his body, and then the figure, like a bolt of lightning, rushed back, directly attacking the three golden warriors who had just thrown spears to save him.

Qin Feng, mid-air, twisted his body with the agility of a night owl, becoming the one facing him. As the three golden warriors stared in astonishment, he let out a long howl, his golden hair billowing in the moonlight and night wind.

Suddenly, the three golden warriors felt an immense pressure pressing down on them from above, making them feel as if they wanted to... A sense of awe arose within him.

Qin Feng's palms, suspended in mid-air, turned golden, tracing countless mysterious paths across the night sky, dyeing the sky within a ten-zhang radius around him a golden hue. Then, a colossal creature suddenly appeared in the air—horns like a deer, head like a camel, eyes like a rabbit, neck like a snake, belly like a clam, scales like a fish, claws like an eagle, paws like a tiger, body like an ox—its entire body shimmering with golden light, darting erratically through the night sky. It was none other than the divine dragon, truly possessed only by the Chinese!

Then, as if receiving a command, this golden dragon roared and, carrying an energy that changed the very heavens and earth, charged towards the three stunned golden warriors on the ground. This was

the ancient Chinese martial art—the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms, specifically the "Regretful Dragon Soaring" technique.

After a deafening roar, the entire arena fell silent, leaving only the swirling sandstorm.

Qin Feng, seemingly out of nowhere, had donned a snow-white robe again, standing with his hands behind his back in the arena, as if he hadn't made a move.

The three golden warriors who had been struck by the final blow were now completely unharmed. They stood there blankly, a huge sand pit a foot in front of them testifying to the immense energy contained in the attack.

After a long while, the leader of the golden warriors, who had been sent flying by Qin Feng's Nine Luminaries Overlord Technique at the third level of power, led all the golden warriors to kneel before Qin Feng, supported by a companion.

"What's wrong with you?" Qin Feng asked, puzzled.

"Greetings, Master!" the twelve golden warriors shouted

, kowtowing with a thud. Qin Feng dodged aside, secretly channeling his Heavenly Qi to help the twelve golden warriors to their feet, and looked at the leader, asking, "What exactly happened?"

"Master, this is a rule from our memories; we don't know what's going on either." "The leader of the golden warriors bowed.

"A rule that exists in your memories?" Qin Feng frowned and repeated softly.

"Yes, according to this rule, whoever defeats us twelve for the first time is our master!" the leader of the golden warriors continued.

Qin Feng nodded. Although he still had questions, he suppressed them in his heart. After all, suddenly having twelve sword god-level experts calling him master was something he would have to accept if he refused.

"What are your names?" Qin Feng looked at the twelve respectful golden warriors and suddenly realized that he didn't even know their names!

"Master, we don't know our names either. We just call each other by our numbers. Please give us names!" the leader of the golden warriors replied.

"Alright then. Since you don't have names, you'll all take my surname. Your given names will be based on your original numbers. For example, if you're number one, you'll be called Qin Yi, number two, Qin Er, and so on," Qin Feng said after a moment's thought.

"Thank you for bestowing names upon us, Master!" the twelve golden warriors bowed in unison.

"No need for such formalities in the future. You'll all serve as my guards from now on. Hmm, let's call you Shura Golden Guards," Qin Feng continued after a moment's thought.

When Qin Feng led the twelve Shura Golden Guards back to the goblin cave, the goblins who had initially hoped the Shura Golden Guards would easily kill Qin Feng cowered on the ground, staring at him with utter terror.

Qin Feng, with interest, observed the goblins who had been ordered forward by the Twelve Asura Golden Guards, trembling with fear. He smiled and said, "Do you intend to remain bandits in the Mayan Wasteland for generations to come? They used to protect you, but now that I'm taking them away, who will you turn to for help if anyone bullies you?" "

Respected sir, please forgive our previous offense due to our ignorance! Ten thousand years ago, our goblin race was actually a great people. We were skilled in architecture, alchemy, and commerce. In our most prosperous era ten thousand years ago, our goblin people traversed every inch of the continent," the goblin leader replied, his voice trembling slightly.

"Then, given your glorious history, why have you fallen to the level of bandits?" Qin Feng asked, looking at the goblin leader.

Chapter 163 Yalong Valley -- Chapter 167 Return to the Valley

"My lord, it's all because of that great war ten thousand years ago. Because we chose the wrong side, after the war, the gods stripped us of all our rights and exiled us to this wasteland. We goblins can't cultivate martial arts, nor can we practice magic. We've also lost our original alchemical and architectural texts. We can only survive by robbing passing caravans in this wasteland. Life is incredibly difficult. Look at my compatriots, they're all skin and bones. If it weren't for the protection of the twelve Golden Warriors, we might have been wiped out long ago," the goblin leader sighed.

"Have you really lost all your original abilities?" Qin Feng frowned.

"We did lose them initially, but through the continuous research and accumulation of our goblin ancestors over ten thousand years, we have actually recovered to about seventy percent of our ancestors' skills," the goblin leader replied.

"Since you've recovered to about seventy percent of your ancestors' technology, why do you still continue this robbery?" Qin Feng asked.

"But nobody believes us, and nobody can give us a chance to prove ourselves. Look, sir, this cave is one we designed and built ourselves. Don't be fooled by its small size; this cave actually has thousands of branching paths. Only our goblin race knows the routes. Without our guides, this place would be a graveyard for any invaders!" the goblin leader said proudly.

Qin Feng remained silent, simultaneously unleashing his Heaven-Shattering Earth-Shattering Technique, dispersing all his spiritual energy. Instantly, the entire goblin cavern appeared clearly in Qin Feng's mind. This goblin cavern spanned tens of square kilometers, resembling a spider web—no, even more intricate than a spider web, with countless hidden passages crisscrossing and winding, like a giant maze. Just as the goblin chieftain had said, without a goblin familiar with the roads to guide them, invaders would have no chance against these goblins hiding within the cavern unless they destroyed the entire cavern.

"Did you build this cave yourselves?" Qin Feng asked curiously.

"Our ancestors began building it three thousand years ago. Each generation adds a branch path based on the work of their predecessors," the goblin chieftain nodded proudly.

"Very good. Would you be willing to help me build a city?" Qin Feng nodded calmly.

"Build a city? My lord, do you want me to help you build a city?" the goblin chieftain asked tremulously.

"Of course, let me introduce myself. I am King Qingor of the Mehes Empire. The entire Mayan Wasteland is my fiefdom. I want to build a main city, the most magnificent main city on the entire continent! How about it? Dare to build it?" Qin Feng said casually, as if it were a trivial matter.

"This... the most magnificent main city on the entire continent... I... we..." The goblin leader was clearly startled by Qin Feng's words, trembling and unable to speak.

"What, you don't dare? Sigh..." Qin Feng shook his head, a sinister glint flashing in his eyes.

"Who said we don't dare... we... alright, we'll build it, but... sir, we haven't... tried it in a long time. Do you really trust us?" The goblin leader asked hesitantly.

"If I didn't trust you, then I would ask you if you were willing to not do it?" Qin Feng said with a smile.

"Then, Your Highness, Lord of the Mayan Wasteland, our goblin race is willing to serve you!" The goblin leader tactfully stepped forward and bowed to Qin Feng.

"Excellent! My main purpose in coming out this time was to find a mount for the Berserker Clan. I didn't expect to run into you all." Qin Feng nodded with a smile.

"Does Your Excellency need a mount? Our goblin clan is very familiar with the roads of the entire Mayan Wasteland. Perhaps we can provide you with the information you need. But I wonder what kind of mount Your Excellency is looking for?" the goblin leader stepped forward and asked.

"This time, I mainly need to find a mount for the Berserker Clan that can support their weight while also being extremely fast. If the warriors of the Berserker Clan wear armor and wield weapons, each one weighs about nine hundred pounds. I wonder if you have any magical beasts in your memory that can bear that weight and run fast?" Qin Feng stated his requirements.

“To bear a weight of at least nine hundred jin, besides sub-dragon-like magical beasts, there are only Earth Demon Bears and Ironclad Xuan Turtles. However, the speed of Earth Demon Bears and Ironclad Xuan Turtles is too slow to meet the requirements. Therefore, in my humble opinion, only high-level sub-dragon-like magical beasts meet your requirements.” The goblin leader thought for a moment before answering.

“Sub-dragons?” Qin Feng was taken aback. It seemed that he had killed three giant dragons a few days ago. Judging from their appearance, they seemed to be the best mounts for carrying the Berserker Clan. However, he had killed three dragons to save Tiger Soul's body, which meant he was now at odds with the dragon race. He had to be careful of their retaliation.

“Yes, although the sub-dragon race cannot compare to the true giant races, they still have a small portion of dragon blood in their blood. Therefore, their load-bearing capacity and speed are much better than other magical beasts.” The goblin leader nodded and explained.

"I see. I need about 18,000 sub-dragons. Could you tell me which type would be suitable?" Qin Feng nodded to indicate he understood, then asked.

"18,000? Sir, are you kidding me?" the goblin chieftain exclaimed, the surrounding goblins looking at Qin Feng with strange expressions.

"What's wrong? Don't you have any?" Qin Feng asked, surprised.

"Sir, uh, do you think these sub-dragons fell from the sky?" the goblin chieftain said, half-laughing, half-crying.

"Tell me, what's going on?" Qin Feng asked, puzzled.

"These sub-dragons inherit some of the powerful characteristics of dragons, but they also inherit their low reproduction rate. Therefore, their birth rate is extremely low. Add to that factors like food, predators, and fighting, and their numbers are frighteningly low," the goblin chieftain explained.

"Uh, I see. Then tell me, in your records, which group of sub-dragons has the largest number of creatures?" Qin Feng continued.

“In terms of numbers, the most numerous sub-dragon-like magical beast is currently the Ironclad Silverback Ground Dragon. However, it is also the most difficult to obtain because it lives in groups. That is to say, if you want to deal with one Ironclad Silverback Ground Dragon, you have to be prepared to face the entire group's attack at the same time.” The goblin chief swallowed hard and continued.

“Tell me about the characteristics of the Ironclad Silverback Ground Dragon?” Qin Feng continued to ask.

“These Ironclad Silverback Ground Dragons are about twelve meters long from head to tail, have four limbs, no wings, and their entire bodies are covered with a layer of fine scales. They have physical and magical defense capabilities comparable to dragons. They can breathe dragon breath, although it is far less effective than that of a real dragon, but among magical beasts below the ninth rank, they are still the most sought-after mounts!” The goblin chief answered carefully.

“Where do those Ironclad Silverback Ground Dragons live? I’ll go take a look!” Qin Feng asked.

"In the northwest of the Devil's Forest. My lord, if you agree, I am willing to serve you!" The goblin commander bowed to Qin Feng.

The Devil's Forest was the same forest Qin Feng had stayed in a few days prior. Qin Feng followed behind the goblin commander, with twelve Asura Golden Guards carefully protecting him, vigilantly surveying their surroundings.

"My lord, the valley where the Ironclad Silverback Earth Dragon dwells is about twenty miles from here. Do you think we should rest here for a while or continue on our way?" The goblin commander, leading the way, turned back to ask Qin Feng.

"Let's get there first." Qin Feng gently placed his right hand on the goblin commander's head, and instantly a warm energy entered the goblin commander's body. The goblin commander felt a lightness throughout his body, as if he had inexhaustible strength. He looked at Qin Feng with gratitude and said, "Thank you, my lord!"

"Lead the way. Twenty miles more, hang in there." Qin Feng smiled slightly and waved his hand.

"Yes, sir!"

Finally, after three days of trekking—mainly because the goblin was moving too slowly—Qin Feng, led by the goblin leader, arrived at the Earth Dragon Valley they had mentioned before, before nightfall on the third day. They said the valley was inhabited by various kinds of sub-dragon-like magical beasts.

"Is this it?" Qin Feng asked, looking at the valley shrouded in an energy barrier.

"Yes, sir. According to the map left by our ancestors, this is it. Don't underestimate it; the sub-dragon-like magical beasts here are ferocious and cruel. Be very careful," the goblin leader replied with a hint of fear.

"Alright, wait for me outside the valley. I'll leave two to protect you. Remember not to wander off," Qin Feng nodded to the goblin leader.

"Yes, sir,"

Qin Feng strode towards the valley entrance, secretly wondering who had expended so much energy to imprison these sub-dragon-like magical beasts in this valley.

As soon as he reached the valley entrance, Qin Feng sensed a familiar magical aura, very similar to the magical aura emanating from the three giant dragons he had slaughtered. Dragons? Could this magical barrier have been created by dragons?

Without pausing, Qin Feng gently struck the magical barrier with a palm imbued with his inner strength. Unexpectedly, after a violent tremor, the magical barrier returned to its original state, remaining unbroken! "Hmm, interesting," Qin Feng frowned. Although he had only used less than

three-tenths

of his power in that palm strike, he had expected to break through easily, but it had unexpectedly been blocked. No wonder the sub-dragon-like magical beasts in the valley couldn't get out; so that's why.

Qin Feng smiled, and the Tiger Soul Blade suddenly appeared in his hand. He channeled the Azure Sky Force into the blade, causing it to gleam with golden light. With a light swipe, Qin Feng created a gap in the barrier, completely absorbing its energy. Without pausing, he swung the blade several more times, creating a large enough hole to pass through.

"Let's go," Qin Feng said to the ten Asura Golden Guards behind him without turning back, then led the way through the barrier.

The scenery inside and outside the barrier was completely different. To use a modern analogy, one was a jungle, the other a rainforest. Towering plants blocked out the sky, and all sorts of small creatures were everywhere, much like the dinosaur island in Jurassic Park.

The Ironclad Silverback Earth Dragon is a sub-dragon, the closest to a giant dragon among all sub-dragons. An adult Ironclad Silverback Earth Dragon is ten meters long and two meters tall, its entire body covered in fine yet hard scales. It has a single red horn about two to three meters long on its head. Its most distinctive feature is its silver back, which shimmers in the sunlight, hence its name.

The first sub-dragon Qin Feng and his companions encountered wasn't the Ironclad Silverback Earth Dragon, but a bat dragon about two meters long with two serrated legs on its back, a beak resembling a bird's beak, and a bluish-black body.

This still-immature bat dragon, as a witness to the first group of visitors to the Dragon Valley in over ten thousand years, had the honor of becoming someone else's dinner. This wasn't entirely Qin Feng's fault; the bat dragon was very curious about these ten or so outsiders and wanted to fly lower to observe them. However, before it could even descend to its observation position... A flash of golden light, and a golden spear pierced its heart, killing it instantly.

Now that there was food readily available, Qin Feng stopped pretending to be a peace-loving, animal-protecting person and joined the ten Asura Golden Guards in roasting meat over a fire.

Qin Feng devoured a piece of tender roasted meat that Qin Yi handed him, secretly comparing the texture, flavor, and quality of the dragon meat—whether it was from flying dragons, giant dragons, or the bat dragon before him—and concluded: when eating dragons, the authentic kind is best!

However, just as everyone was happily gnawing on the bat dragon, trouble struck. A large black cloud rapidly drifted in from afar, obscuring the sky. Qin Feng squinted to discern it. The black cloud was entirely composed of bat dragons, seemingly seeking revenge for the young dragon that had been devoured.

Qin Feng glanced around. This black cloud was composed of at least several thousand bat-dragons. The smallest bat-dragon was three meters long, while the leader was five meters long, its wingspan at least four meters. Its eerie green eyes were fixed on Qin Feng, clearly recognizing this young man in white robes as the mastermind behind the killing of the young dragon.

Although both bat-dragons and flying dragons could fly, their rankings among sub-dragon magical beasts were vastly different. Flying dragons ranked among the top three, while bat-dragons were third from the bottom. Bat-dragons couldn't breathe fire. Although their bodies were stronger than some other magical beasts, they were still quite fragile among sub-dragon magical beasts. Lacking magic, their attack methods consisted of pecking their enemies with their long beaks and, when the enemy wasn't too heavy, lifting them high into the air and then slamming them down.

The ten Asura Guards tightly surrounded Qin Feng, all staring intently at the vast swarm of bat dragons in the sky. Each held a golden spear in their right hand, their muscles taut like compressed springs. The slightest movement from the bat dragons would be met with the merciless piercing of their twelve deadly golden spears.

The bat dragons in the sky clearly sensed that this group below was not to be trifled with, yet they were unwilling to give up easily. They circled above Qin Feng and his companions, roaring, and occasionally several bat dragons would swoop down to lure the ten Asura Guards into attacking.

Protected by the Asura Guards, Qin Feng nonchalantly ate his roasted meat and drank his wine, seemingly unconcerned about the bat dragons above him.

After circling in the sky for over an hour, just as Qin Feng wiped the grease from his mouth and prepared to take out his Tiger Soul Blade to finish them off, the swarm of bat dragons, led by their leader, let out a loud roar and then collectively retreated. However, before leaving, they presented Qin Feng and his group of outsiders with a gift—fresh, piping hot excrement.

Fortunately, Qin Feng and his companions were all experts at the Sword God level or above, and they were adept at the most basic techniques of projecting internal energy. The black bombs that fell from the sky, emitting a foul odor, were blocked by them, keeping them within three feet of their location. However, the place they had originally planned to stay was now filled with a stench

, forcing them to find another place. By this time, a waning moon hung in the sky, and the Yalong Valley was exceptionally humid and hot. Various insects chirped and scurried about in their respective territories. Forced to relocate, Qin Feng and his group finally found a large, leafy tree in the rainforest to make their lodging for the night.

Qin Feng sat cross-legged on a thick branch with a mocking expression, while the ten Asura Guards stood in a circle beneath the tree, spears in hand, vigilantly watching their surroundings.

At midnight, the chirping of insects in the rainforest grew even louder. A damp breeze blew, causing the leaves to tremble slightly. Thin, transparent threads slowly descended from the treetops, seemingly manipulated, gradually hooking towards the necks of the ten Asura Guards standing with spears.

Qin Yi, the Asura Guard captain, seemed to have hearing; he glanced around but found nothing unusual.

The threads were hidden in the Asura Guards' blind spots, and in the darkness, their slow movement made them virtually undetectable.

Just as the threads were less than an inch from the Asura Guards' necks, the ten Asura Guards moved their long golden spears. As if pre-arranged, they twisted the threads and pulled them back sharply. With a few squeaks, the ten threads snapped under the strain.

Sitting cross-legged in the tree, Qin Feng's mocking smile deepened. Without even glancing at the tree, he casually grabbed a leafy branch that had attacked from behind, laughed loudly, and pulled hard. With a "bang," the branch snapped in two.

Qin Feng nimbly flipped over, landing in front of the ten stern-faced Asura Guards. He examined the tree with interest; its trunk was over twenty zhang tall, its branches lush and green. Now, the broken branch was oozing a foul-smelling, milky-white liquid.

"Squeak...squeak..." The tree emitted a rapid sound, very much like a mouse's squeaking, and its abundant leaves trembled violently.

A man-eating tree? The name flashed through Qin Feng's mind. Upon closer inspection, he discovered that after the tree had shaken, it was enveloped in an eerie green light. The parts of its roots that had been hidden by leaves were now exposed, revealing piles of white bones, and countless animal bones of all kinds!

Just then, a "squeak~ squeak~" sound came from around Qin Feng and his companions. Qin Feng was slightly startled and scanned the area with his divine sense, discovering that his group of eleven was surrounded!

Qin Feng knew without a doubt that those surrounding them were companions summoned by the tree. However, he wondered if the tree's roots could move at will.

But the tree didn't give him any time to think. A thick branch, accompanied by gusts of wind, suddenly attacked Qin Feng's neck. Then, another branch simultaneously struck Qin Feng's right leg. Not only that, but more than a dozen branches "whooshed" from the tree, radiating an eerie green light, towards the ten Asura Guards behind Qin Feng.

Without a second thought, Qin Feng leaped lightly, deflecting the two attacking branches. But just then, a whooshing sound came from behind, giving him no time to react. Countless branches, accompanied by the whooshing sound, surrounded him from all directions, completely enveloping him like a cocoon. Qin Feng dared not be careless. He activated his

Chaotic Demon Body Technique, his entire body radiating a three-foot-long dark light, calmly observing the branches that had enveloped him. After the branches encased Qin Feng, the man-eating tree emitted an excited "squeak~" sound. Then, a foul-smelling, milky-white sap seeped from the glowing branches, the same liquid that had flowed from the broken branch Qin Feng had snapped off.

This sap was clearly highly corrosive, slowly gathering at the base of the cocoon, gradually approaching Qin Feng, intending to corrode him.

Qin Feng coldly snorted, his Azure Sky Technique circulating rapidly within his body. Golden light blazed brightly within the tree cocoons, and a powerful aura emanated from him.

"Break!" Qin Feng roared, and a surge of powerful energy erupted with his shout, tearing the tightly intertwined cocoons to shreds. The foul-smelling liquid was also blasted away.

Qin Feng landed lightly on the ground, where ten identical tree cocoons appeared, emitting a strong stench. Qin Feng's right hand clenched, and in an instant, the Tiger Soul Blade appeared in his palm. Without even looking, he swung the Tiger Soul Blade ten times, followed by ten loud explosions. The ten tree cocoons were cleaved in two, revealing the ten perpetually expressionless faces of the Asura Guards.

First update of the day! Tiger will still be updating four times today! Without further ado, brothers with monthly tickets, please throw some in, considering Tiger's diligence. The plot guessing question for this chapter is: How did Qin Feng subdue the Ironclad Silverback Earth Dragons? a) He single-handedly defeated all the Earth Dragons. b) He and ten Golden Warriors set a trap to capture them. c) He used drugs to disorient them and then captured them. Readers who guess the answer, please write it in the book review section. Thank you!

Chapter 165 of *Ancient Martial Saint Emperor of Another World*: Ironclad Silverback Earth Dragons

. "Thank you for saving us, Master," the ten Asura Guards said in unison.

"Alright, be careful next time," Qin Feng waved his hand, his divine sense sweeping across the area, clearly reflecting everything in his sea of consciousness.

No wonder they felt something was off after entering this forest; although some insects were chirping, there were few traces of large animals. It seemed this area had become the hunting ground for these man-eating trees.

The surrounding man-eating trees seemed to know the power of the person before them, their trunks emitting a faint green light that dispersed towards their nests.

Trying to escape? A cold smile appeared on Qin Feng's lips. Trying to escape without my permission?

He replaced his Tiger Soul Blade with a milky-white magic staff. Without chanting any spells or incantations, Qin Feng shouted,

"Blazing Flames!"

A vast and violent surge of fire-elemental magic energy rapidly gathered above the forest from all directions, then crashed into the cannibalistic forest with overwhelming force. Huge flames instantly ignited within the trees and quickly spread.

"Go!" Qin Feng said to the ten somewhat stunned Asura Golden Guards, taking the lead and flying out of the forest. The Asura Golden Guards, realizing what was happening, gathered their energy and followed Qin Feng out of

the forest. The cannibalistic trees squeaked and screamed in agony, and the forest was filled with acrid smoke and a nauseating stench. Tiny reptiles emerged from their nests, desperately crawling towards the edge of the forest to escape this cataclysmic disaster.

Qin Feng and his companions watched from afar as the man-eating forest billowed with thick smoke. Beneath the raging flames, some clumsy green figures stumbled about, trying to dodge the encroaching fire. The once-dark sky above the forest was now ablaze with light, and heart-wrenching screams echoed from the dim woods, sounding particularly grotesque and jarring in the night.

Qin Feng showed no mercy; his approach to enemies was ruthless extermination—a consistent style of his.

Unable to sleep, Qin Feng led his ten somewhat disheveled Asura Golden Guards on their journey. Along the way, they encountered several large sub-dragon-like magical beasts, such as the Iron-Beaked Duck Dragon, the Swift Wind Dragon, and the Iron-Spiked Tyrannosaurus... Fortunately, Qin Feng and his group were all highly skilled, and although the journey was arduous, it certainly broadened their horizons. Qin Feng even wondered if these so-called sub-dragons were species left over from when this planet was still in the dinosaur era.

Two days later, Qin Feng and his group finally arrived at their destination: the gathering place of the Ironclad Silverback Earth Dragons, a beautiful basin.

The sky was a clear, deep blue, without a single cloud in sight. In the basin, lush flowers and verdant trees created a picturesque scene, while various strange insects chirped merrily. If you thought this was a paradise on earth, you would be mistaken.

Looking at the pair of eyes gleaming green in the grass, the animals perched on the branches of the trees, and the massive, stone-like bodies of the creatures in the distance… all the danger was hidden beneath this enchanting landscape.

When Qin Feng, leading ten Asura Golden Guards, flew through the air to the forest covering tens of kilometers in radius where the Ironclad Silverback Earth Dragon was located, and finally saw this sub-dragon-like magical beast, considered the closest thing to a dragon, he felt his hard work had not been in vain. The Ironclad Silverback Earth Dragon was simply a mount designed specifically for berserkers—an

adult Ironclad Silverback Earth Dragon was about ten meters long from head to tail, with a silver-gray back. Its belly was snow-white, the rest iron-gray. Standing upright, it was over two meters tall, with a huge, bright red horn atop its head displaying its unique style. Its enormous mouth, half a meter wide and three meters long, could swallow an entire human whole. Add to that its jagged, white teeth and its massive, three-meter-long tail tipped with barbs, and it was simply a ferocious beast born for battle!

"Good, good, good!" Qin Feng shouted happily three times upon seeing it. In his mind, he had already combined these creatures with the berserkers clad in heavy black iron armor and wielding giant wolf-tooth clubs. If Qin Feng had three thousand of these creatures, and practiced some of the heavy cavalry formations from his "Cao Cao's Military Records," what army on the entire continent could stop them?

Qin Feng pushed the Heaven-Strike-Earth Technique to its limit, his powerful spiritual energy scanning the entire forest where the armored silver-backed earth dragons resided like radar, discovering a total of five thousand four hundred and thirty-two, more than four hundred of which were still cubs.

How to get all these Armored Silverback Ground Dragons back? Qin Feng was secretly troubled. These sub-dragons possessed some intelligence, more or less. Forcibly taking them all away? Even with himself and the Asura Golden Guards, it was impossible. What to do? Did he really have to go back to the valley where the Berserker Tribe was located and let those big guys come and tame them themselves?

Having entered a treasure trove, Qin Feng had no habit of leaving empty-handed. After a moment's thought, Qin Feng made a very crazy decision—to single-handedly take on all the Armored Silverback Ground Dragons! He'd beat them all down, and only then would they behave. So Qin Feng ordered the ten Sword God-level Asura Golden Guards following behind him:

"You wait here for me. I'm going in to play with them." After saying this, Qin Feng turned and walked into the forest without looking back.

"Master..." Qin Yi asked hesitantly, watching Qin Feng's receding figure.

"No need for further explanation, this is an order!" Qin Feng's emotionless voice rang out from afar, silencing Qin Yi, who remained silent with the other nine Asura Golden Guards outside the forest, awaiting Qin Feng's message.

"Ahhhhhhh!" Entering the forest, Qin Feng was like a dragon returning to the sea. He ripped off his white robe, leaving him in only his trousers, and roared to the sky, unleashing a powerful challenge upon all the armored silver-backed ground dragons in the forest.

Sure enough, a moment later, the entire forest trembled, and the rustling sound of armored silver-backed ground dragons crawling spread to every corner.

The first armored silver-backed ground dragon to appear before Qin Feng was a robust adult male, ten meters long, with a gleaming silver-gray carapace and a massive crimson horn on its head, making it appear extremely majestic, earning Qin Feng's silent admiration.

Qin Feng roared, instantly raising his Chaotic Demon Body Technique to its peak. The three-foot-long black light around his body acted like armor, firmly protecting him. Qin Feng didn't use the Azure Sky Force; he relied purely on the physical strength gained from activating the Chaotic Demon Body Technique. His right fist slammed into the armored silver-backed earth dragon.

"Roar!" The armored silver-backed earth dragon roared to the sky, seemingly summoning its companions. Its massive red horn, gleaming silver, charged towards Qin Feng.

A cunning smile played on Qin Feng's lips. Just as his right fist was about to collide with the dragon's horn, he abruptly changed direction, striking the dragon's head instead. Fortunately, Qin Feng intended to capture them and didn't use excessive force, relying entirely on his physical strength. Even so, the armored silver-backed earth dragon struck on the head by Qin Feng felt stars before it fainted.

Qin Feng's fist didn't pause for a moment, drawing a graceful arc in the air before landing precisely on the forehead of the second armored silver-backed ground dragon. It was utterly effortless, like a fleeting, ethereal movement in the void, or the traceless arc of a bird in flight.

Qin Feng was like a solo dancer, using the entire forest as his stage. His hands moved unpredictably, sometimes fists, sometimes palms, sometimes fingers; his feet were sometimes straight, sometimes angled, sometimes bent. Qin Feng's eyes closed naturally, his mind entering a state of emptiness. Every joint, every inch of skin, every organ, even every cell in his body sank into a profound and incomprehensible realm, seemingly a wild, unrestrained dance, yet subtly in harmony with the ultimate principles of heaven and earth.

The armored silver-backed ground dragons that charged out all suffered. Attacking with their horns? Even if they managed to hit him, it felt like hitting a steel plate, causing them excruciating pain for a long time. Before they could even recover, they felt a headache and passed out. Using their mouths was an option, but Qin Feng was like a gust of wind—could you even bite the wind? As for other methods like scratching with their claws or smashing with their tails, the armored silver-backed ground dragons tried everything, but they couldn't even touch Qin Feng once. Even though Qin Feng was right among them, all their attempts to bite, scratch, or smash him were just illusions.

Qin Feng was immersed in this profound state for an unknown amount of time—it felt like an instant, or perhaps centuries. In any case, all the martial arts techniques he had previously memorized had vanished completely. However, it wasn't a simple forgetting; on the contrary, the common elements of those techniques, from the most basic push, drag, block, turn, and sidestep, to the breath, the contraction and extension of thousands of muscles, and even the tension and relaxation of every single cell in his body, seemed to be replayed in his mind hundreds of times slower.

The entire forest was shrouded in a mysterious energy shield. The armored silver-backed ground dragons in the forest fared poorly. All five thousand or so dragons in the forest were knocked down and unconscious by Qin Feng. Those that woke up, seeing Qin Feng's arrogance, charged again, only to be knocked down once more, and so on, the two sides locked in this cycle of battle.

For three whole days, just as the ten Asura Golden Guards at the edge of the forest were growing impatient, a long, clear, and ethereal howl suddenly echoed from within the forest, giving one a feeling as if bathed in a spring breeze. This howl lasted for a full hour before finally stopping, and then a white figure, like a gentle breeze, slowly floated out of the forest—it was Qin Feng, who had entered the forest three days prior!

Second update for today! The next update will be around 3 PM! The plot guessing game for this chapter is whether the little lion finally emerges from its cocoon, and whether the Tiger Spirit Little White actually possesses the little lion's body (a, b, c) or shares the body. As usual, write your answer in the book review section; correct answers will receive a bonus.

Chapter 166 of "Ancient Martial Saint Emperor of Another World": Emerging from the Cocoon .

The ten Asura Golden Guards stared in astonishment at Qin Feng, who seemed to float lightly before them without any weight, completely frozen in place.

If Qin Feng before entering was a peerless sword, unrivaled and dominating the world, then the Qin Feng now is a peerless sword sheathed, appearing elegant, peaceful, and possessing an aura of detachment from the world. This left the ten roughnecks puzzled; how had their master become like a god after entering? Qin

Feng seemed to see through their thoughts, offering no explanation, but smiled slightly and let out a soft whistle. Immediately after the whistle, the entire forest seemed to boil, the earth trembled, and a group of armored, silver-backed earth dragons swaggered out of the forest.

The ten Asura Golden Guards immediately surrounded Qin Feng, their right hands gripping five-zhang-long golden spears, their eyes fixed on the ever-increasing number of armored, silver-backed earth dragons.

Then, to their utter astonishment (it seems there are no glasses in this world, well, let's use that term for now), the armored silver-backed ground dragon leader, about fifty meters long, seemed to ignore them completely. It walked straight past them, climbed up to Qin Feng, and licked his hand with its long, blood-red tongue. Then, it affectionately rubbed its one-and-a-half-meter-long, blood-red horn against Qin Feng's thigh

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Qin Feng smiled and gently stroked the armored silver-backed ground dragon's horn with his right hand, making it let out a comfortable "moo-moo" sound.

"Let's go, pick one to ride," Qin Feng instructed the ten Asura Golden Guards, then climbed onto the back of the armored silver-backed ground dragon leader and headed out of the valley.

The ten Asura Golden Guards hesitated briefly, then each confidently walked to the armored silver-backed ground dragon they chose, climbed onto its back, and encountered no difficulty whatsoever.

How spectacular would it be if over five thousand armored silver-backed ground dragons crawled together? The other animals in the entire basin had clearly never witnessed such a sight. They immediately scattered in all directions, fleeing for their lives. Don't be fooled by their current submissive and polite demeanor towards Qin Feng; in reality, these armored silver-backed ground dragons are the most ferocious of all the sub-dragon-like magical beasts, and are extremely ruthless towards other animals. It can be said that the armored silver-backed ground dragons are the overlords of this land, which is why they occupy the basin forest of the entire Dragon Valley, which boasts the best terrain, food, and water resources.

The entire Dragon Valley instantly erupted in excitement. The armored silver-backed ground dragon that Qin Feng was riding, perhaps wanting to show off its power to its new master, led its companions in a straight line, following the direction Qin Feng had given them. Wherever they passed, they destroyed forests, forded rivers, and left chaos in their wake. Anything that dared to stand in their way was crushed to dust.

Three days later, Qin Feng, leading a horde of armored silver-backed ground dragons that had nearly turned the entire Yalong Valley upside down, finally arrived at the valley entrance. He successfully reunited with the goblin commander and two other Asura Golden Guards who had been waiting there for over ten days, and together they returned via the same route.

Back at the goblin cave, Qin Feng instructed Qin Yi to take the more than five thousand armored silver-backed ground dragons and tens of thousands of small goblins, carrying his seal, to their base in the Berserker Valley. He himself ventured alone

into the depths of the "Devil's" Forest, as he was still unsure of Tiger Soul's situation.

This time, having marked the path before leaving, Qin Feng easily found the lake deep within the forest.

After more than half a month, the dragon blood in the Dragon Blood Pit had been completely absorbed, and the red and white silk cocoon was now dozens of times larger than before. It had become a large sphere about thirty to forty meters in diameter and was pulsating like a heart. Meanwhile, Wangcai diligently guarded the vicinity of the giant cocoon. The massive pile of dragon meat, weighing nearly several tons, left behind by Qin Feng had vanished, presumably ending up in Wangcai's stomach.

Qin Feng smiled slightly, his body effortlessly traversing a distance of about ten zhang to appear in front of Wangcai, gently patting its head.

"Boss Feng? You're back! That's great!" Wangcai immediately stood up upon seeing Qin Feng, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

"How's your boss?" Qin Feng nodded and asked.

"Boss, I don't know either. Its cocoon swells a few inch every day. It's been getting bigger every day for the past half month. I have no idea what it's doing inside, but all the energy fluctuations within the cocoon seem normal," Wangcai said, somewhat troubled.

"I'll go take a look." Qin Feng said, taking a light step, and in the blink of an eye, he was on the enormous cocoon dozens of zhang away.

Qin Feng smiled slightly and gently pressed his left palm onto the cocoon. Instantly, a very familiar aura wafted through the contact between his palm and the large cocoon. It was Tiger Soul! A smile curved Qin Feng's lips. It seemed that this lecherous tiger could finally fulfill his dream.

Just then, a childlike, sweet mental energy fluctuation came through—

"Hello, Uncle Feng~~"

Qin Feng was slightly taken aback, and then the familiar mental energy fluctuation from Tiger Soul came through: "Little Qin, sigh, I can't bring myself to do it, the kid is just too cute, so innocent, damn it, even though I'm shameless, I just can't bring myself to do it! So I simply adopted him as my son, isn't he cool! This Tiger God's son, the Nine Luminaries Profound Heaven Holy Winged Lion, is no joke!"

Qin Feng smiled broadly and sent a mental energy fluctuation through:

"Little White, congratulations on your cultivation level advancing another level, and you've also gained such a cute son."

"Uncle~ Daddy said you have lots of big-bellied lizard meat to eat, Little Darling... want to eat a few pieces after we go out, okay?" That childlike, sweet mental energy fluctuation, with a hint of mischief, entered Qin Feng's sea of consciousness.

Little Darling? Probably the name Little White, the big perverted tiger, gave his son. Wow, Little White's naming skills are comparable to those of Boss Chi You! Qin Feng chuckled inwardly and sent a mental energy message: "Well, Uncle has some lizard meat here. Give it to Xiao Guai when you come out."

"Great! Uncle Feng, Daddy said Xiao Guai has to wait three more days to come out..."

"Then Uncle will wait for you."

Qin Feng shook his head. Life is truly unpredictable. Who would have thought that Tiger Soul, a tiger spirit known for its ferocity and cruelty, would develop such fatherly affection for a newborn lion cub? He'd unexpectedly gained a little nephew. Perhaps this was fate.

Three days later, the cocoon on the Dragon Blood Pit, with a diameter of fifty meters, suddenly emitted a dazzling golden light, dyeing the entire cocoon golden. Then, this golden light split into nine streams, each surrounding the huge golden cocoon like nine small suns surrounding it.

Then, a crack appeared in the center of the cocoon, and a sound, seemingly suppressed for a long time, like a tiger's roar or a lion's howl, emanated from the broken cocoon. The clouds in the sky lost their color, the forest trembled violently, and all the creatures in the jungle, whether level nine, level one, or ordinary beasts, knelt in fear, worshipping the lake deep within the forest. After

that long roar, a powerful energy burst forth from the crack in the large cocoon. Then, an even more dazzling golden light flashed, and a second sun suddenly appeared in mid-air! Equally blinding, equally radiating boundless heat.

"Uncle~ I want dried lizard~~" a childish voice came from mid-air, followed by a flash of golden light. Qin Feng felt a wave of heat wash over him, and before him stood a gigantic lion, its

entire body enveloped in golden, high-temperature flames. It was nearly fifty meters long from head to tail, and about twenty meters tall, its long, golden fur gleaming. A ring of slightly colored mane stretched from its neck down to its chest and back. A pair of large, black eyes gazed expectantly at Qin Feng. Its scarlet mouth was wide open, revealing rows of gleaming white fangs, and a long, clear liquid dripped from its lips, almost onto Qin Feng's head.

Was this the adult form of Tiger Soul's son, Nine Luminaries Profound Heavenly Sacred Wing Little Goody? The question flashed through Qin Feng's mind, but his hands didn't hesitate. He took a piece of dragon meat weighing about ten pounds from his spatial bag and tossed it upwards.

"Awooo~~ Gurgle~~" Little Goody roared excitedly in mid-air, followed by the sound of it chewing heartily.

"Little Goody, shrink a bit. I have to look up to see you like this," Qin Feng said to Little Goody.

"Oh, okay, Uncle." Little Goody, who was carefully savoring the dragon meat, nodded hurriedly. A golden light that could blind anyone shone from its body. When the golden light disappeared, the enormous creature had vanished, leaving behind a small, puppy-dog-sized figure. The little creature, whose entire body seemed to be made of gold and who had a striking mane around his neck, was eating something with great relish, just like when he was born.

Qin Feng chuckled upon seeing it, picked up the little creature, and held it affectionately in his arms, stroking its golden fur.

"Uncle, dried lizard is so delicious! I want more!" Little Guai swallowed the dragon meat in its mouth and licked Qin Feng's hand with its bright red tongue, as if trying to please him.

Qin Feng couldn't refuse, so he took out another piece of dragon meat weighing a pound from his spatial bag and placed it in front of Little Guai. He watched the little creature, whose head was even smaller than the piece of meat, with amusement, and asked, "Little Guai, where's your lecherous daddy?"

"I'm here, Qin Xiaofeng?" A slightly weary spiritual energy fluctuation came from Tiger Soul's sea of consciousness.

"Little White, what happened to you? You're practically half dead!" Qin Feng asked in surprise.

"Helping my precious son forcibly break through to adulthood used up almost half my energy. I need to rest for a while. Please take good care of my son for me," Tiger Soul said weakly.

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Qin Feng watched the little lion in his arms happily cutting dragon meat into small pieces with its paws and eating it. A strange sense of responsibility welled up inside him.

"Little darling, come on, let's go home with Uncle," Qin Feng said, affectionately stroking the little lion's head.

"Oh~~ Uncle, carry me home," the little lion wagged its tail, nuzzled Qin Feng with its head, and pleaded sweetly.

Qin Feng chuckled, picked up the little lion, and leaped onto Wangcai's back, which was already prepared, and sped towards the Valley of Mad Battle.

Today, it happened to be the turn of Kuang Tianxiong's team of a thousand men to patrol the Valley of Mad Battle. Each of them, showing off their imposing full-body black iron armor brought from the dwarves, carried spiked clubs weighing over four hundred pounds each, forming a neat line behind Kuang Tianxiong, surveying the surrounding environment of the Valley of Mad Battle.

Just then, a muffled boom suddenly echoed from the southwest. The distance was obscured by sand and dust, and only a dim light could be seen in the distance. It seemed that some huge figures were moving rapidly, and the earth trembled involuntarily.

"Something's up! Be on guard!" "Kuang Tianxiong gave a low shout to his teammates behind him, gripping the spiked club on his shoulder, his eyes fixed on the figures in the dim yellow light in the distance.

Gradually, the figures in the sandstorm revealed their true forms—they were actually armored silver-backed ground dragons, each over ten meters long, with ferocious faces, tall and mighty!

"Heavens! What day is it today? Have the armored silver-backed ground dragons all moved away?" Kuang Tianxiong rubbed his bald head, a bit of a headache.

"Berserk mode!" "With a roar, Kuang Tianxiong went berserk first, his body growing to three meters tall. His heavy black iron armor was slightly deformed by the force of the attack. His black eyes turned blood red, fixed intently on the approaching armored silver-backed ground dragons, his teeth clenched, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

"Ahhhhh!" Seeing their leader go berserk first, the berserkers behind Kuang Tianxiong also went berserk, a thousand and one pairs of blood red eyes watching the approaching armored silver-

backed ground dragons with excitement. The leading armored silver-backed ground dragon was fifteen meters long, nearly half again as large as a normal adult. Its crimson eyes stared expressionlessly at the thousand berserkers blocking its path, its sharp horn flashing with a blood-red aura.

"Ahhhhh!" Seeing the armored silver-backed ground dragon getting closer and closer, about to be smashed away, Kuang Tianxiong, who had been on the defensive, suddenly glared fiercely in his blood-red eyes. He slammed his raised spiked club down hard on the head of the armored silver-backed ground dragon, intending to kill it with a single blow.

Just then, the group of armored silver-backed ground dragons, which had been running at top speed, suddenly stopped, stopping about three feet in front of the berserker. Their massive mouths spewed out hot gas, the heat of which the berserker could feel even from three feet away.

A deafening clang rang out as a five-zhang-long golden spear appeared out of nowhere, blocking Kuang Tianxiong's spiked club. It easily neutralized Kuang Tianxiong's full-force attack.

Kuang Tianxiong felt a tremendous force surge from where he gripped the club; his right hand, protected by a gauntlet, went numb. He was terrified. He thought to himself, after his boss's training, this club could injure even a dragon, except for his boss. How could anyone else so easily block his full-force attack?

Seeing their captain act, the berserkers behind Kuang Tianxiong rushed forward, swinging their spiked clubs at the armored silver-backed ground dragon that had inexplicably stopped in front of them. But without exception, they were... One by one, the golden spears were easily stopped.

Upon closer inspection, even the berserkers, who prided themselves on their size and strength, couldn't help but feel genuine admiration— twelve golden warriors

, each standing three zhang tall, covered in a full set of golden armor that perfectly protected their chest, abdomen, back, and other vital parts of their bodies, with neatly trimmed half-inch-long golden hair on their heads, and each easily wielding a five-zhang-long golden spear in their right hand, no lighter than their spiked clubs, stood expressionlessly on the backs of twelve armored silver-backed earth dragons.

This was the vast difference between a Sword Emperor and

a Sword God! Although they knew they were no match for these twelve golden warriors and the countless armored silver-backed earth dragons, the pride of the berserkers still compelled Kuang Tianxiong and his group to prepare for a fight to the death.

"My lords, please wait!" A hoarse voice made Kuang Tianxiong and his group of berserkers, who were preparing to attack again, pause in their movements.

A figure in a yellowish-brown coat slowly emerged from the group of armored, silver-backed ground dragons. He was about three feet tall, with a face full of yellow hair. Although he wore a modified, simple suit of armor, he still appeared very thin and weak. It was the goblin leader.

"Is this your brother, Kuang Tianxiong, Prince Qin Feng?" the goblin leader asked cautiously.

"You've seen my boss?" Kuang Tianxiong and his group of berserkers, who had previously frowned and looked at the goblin leader with disgust, all looked at him excitedly upon hearing news of Qin Feng. Kuang Tianxiong even stepped forward and lifted the goblin leader up, asking.

"Yes, sir. But could you please put me down? I want to tell you the message Prince Qin Feng asked me to deliver." "The goblin leader nodded, then asked Kuang Tianxiong with some difficulty

, "Oh, I was too hasty. Tell me, what does the boss want us to do?" Kuang Tianxiong realized his actions were a bit exaggerated and put the goblin leader down to ask.

"These armored silver-backed ground dragons are mounts that His Highness the Prince found for you all, and these twelve gentlemen are His Highness the Prince's guards." The goblin leader pointed to the large group of armored silver-backed ground dragons behind him and the twelve golden warriors standing on their backs.

"These are all our mounts? Wow, the boss is truly the boss! He actually found us such awesome mounts to take to our tribe. I have to tell my people this good news! By the way, where is my boss?" Kuang Tianxiong said excitedly, then, remembering that he hadn't seen Qin Feng, he turned to the goblin leader suspiciously and asked.

"His Highness the Prince has some matters to attend to, so he will be back later." " By the way, this is the seal he gave me. Please take a look, sir." The goblin leader finished speaking and pulled a token about half a foot long from his pocket, engraved with the character "令" (command).

"Oh, this is the boss's token. In that case, you were sent back by the boss. Come on, let's go back together." Kuang Tianxiong examined the token carefully before finally speaking to the goblin leader.

The arrival of these more than five thousand armored silver-backed earth dragons caused a stir throughout the entire Mad Battle Valley. Especially when they saw the twelve valiant golden warriors standing on the dragons' backs, their envy and anticipation reached a fever pitch.

"Brothers, these Ironclad Silverback Ground Dragons are mounts that the boss found for us. But there are more of us than dragons, so we'll have to wait until the boss comes back to find out how to distribute them. Take a look first," Kuang Tianxiong said in his loud voice to the berserkers who were watching.

"Oh my god, these Armored Silverback Ground Dragons are amazing! Can we really ride them?"

"Isn't that obvious? If we can't ride them, what's the point of our boss going through all that trouble to bring them back for hammers?"

"But we have almost 20,000 people. These Armored Silverback Ground Dragons only number around 5,000. How can that be enough for us?"

"What's the rush! Didn't we say we'd talk about it after the boss got back? Let's take a look around these next few days, you know what it's called again? Oh, it's called admiring!"

At Qin Feng's suggestion, the Mad Battle Valley had expanded by several square kilometers, so the suddenly appearing Armored Silverback Ground Dragons had plenty of space to rest. As for the goblins who accompanied them, they were also well-treated thanks to Qin Feng's instructions.

Three days later, Qin Feng, dressed in white, lay back on Wangcai's back, with the adorable little lion in his arms, returning to Mad Battle Valley without any regard for appearances.

"Master! The twelve Asura Golden Guards greet you!" The twelve golden warriors who first sensed Qin Feng's aura jumped off the dragon's back, which hadn't moved an inch in the past few days, and bowed before Qin Feng.

"Hehe, it seems your journey went quite smoothly this time." Qin Feng stroked the mane of the little lion in his arms, jumped off Wangcai's back, and looked at the twelve golden warriors.

"Fengwazi, you're really something! You actually found us such a powerful mount! We're truly impressed this time!" The powerful voice of Kuangzhan, the patriarch of the Kuangzhan clan, came second only to the twelve golden warriors.

"Hehe, Uncle Zhan, don't be so polite with me. Don't forget, I'm also a member of the Kuangzhan clan. It's only right to help my brothers in need." Qin Feng turned his head and said with a grin.

News of Qin Feng's return spread like wildfire throughout the entire Berserker Valley. The valley erupted in excitement. The berserkers, who had been training, rushed towards Qin Feng's direction under the leadership of their respective captains, afraid of falling behind. Qin Feng's return meant that the allocation of the five thousand Ironclad Silverback Earth Dragons was finally decided!

"Boss, you're finally back! We missed you so much!" Kuang Tianxiong's booming voice carried from afar, and then his massive figure, still in berserk mode, appeared in Qin Feng's sight.

"Boss, you have to help me this time!" Kuang Tianxiong grabbed Qin Feng's hand and whispered.

Chapter 168 Purple Moon Town

"What's wrong, Tianxiong?" Qin Feng asked, feigning ignorance

. "Uh... well... I want an Ironclad Silverback Earth Dragon... hehe... boss... please help me." Kuang Tianxiong pleaded.

Qin Feng's expression suddenly turned serious. Looking at the somewhat uneasy Kuang Tianxiong with a serious expression, Qin Feng said solemnly, "Tianxiong, you are my oldest brother. Giving you an Ironclad Silverback Earth Dragon wouldn't be unreasonable. But remember, you are the young patriarch of our Berserker Clan! You are a member of our Berserker Clan, renowned for its fighting prowess. Everything we have is earned with our own hands! Not through connections. Understand?"

"Yes, boss. I was confused just now. I..." Kuang Tianxiong's face flushed red, his once bald head now covered in a fine sheen of sweat.

"Tianxiong, you are my best brother. I hope you remember that!" Qin Feng patted Kuang Tianxiong's shoulder.

"Yes, boss."

"This time, I've divided the Ironclad Silverback Earth Dragons according to our overall strength. Besides the fifteen regular training exercises, there will be a final combat competition. The top five thousand will receive an Ironclad Silverback Earth Dragon as a mount. I'll give you a month to train on your own. After a month, the selection will take place," Qin Feng said calmly.

"Really?" Kuang Tianxiong's eyes lit up upon hearing this, and he looked at Qin Feng excitedly.

"When have I ever lied to you?" Qin Feng said irritably

. "Hehe. I'll go tell the brothers." Kuang Tianxiong excitedly left with these words and ran towards the gathered berserkers.

"Brothers, the boss just told me the rules for assigning the Ironclad Silverback Ground Dragons. He's given us a month to train on our own. Today, a month from now, the boss will hold a public selection competition. The competition will consist of the usual fifteen events plus a final combat competition. The top five thousand people will be qualified to be assigned an Ironclad Silverback Ground Dragon..."

Before Kuang Tianxiong could finish speaking, the berserkers surrounding them burst into enthusiastic applause. Now, whoever gets the mount will depend on their own skills.

Some alert berserkers quickly ran towards the training ground, while others, a beat slower, realized what was happening and hurriedly followed. In the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the 18,000-plus berserkers who had surrounded them had all disappeared.

"Uncle Zhan, could you please go and invite Uncle Daphne, the dwarf chieftain, and Chief Kuatian, the Titan chieftain?" Qin Feng turned to the berserker, who was staring at the armored silver-backed ground dragons without moving, and asked, both amused and exasperated.

"Ah... oh, oh... go call Daphne, the blacksmith, and Brother Kuatian, right? Okay, I'll go right now. Oh, right, Fengwazi... um... could you give me an armored silver-backed ground dragon, hehe..." the berserker quickly replied, finally whispering a request to Qin Feng.

These father and son are really alike! Qin Feng thought to himself with a smile. However, his expression remained unchanged as he nodded and said to Kuangzhan, "As long as you can defeat that Ironclad Silverback Earth Dragon you've set your sights on, that's fine."

"Really? Haha, thank you so much, Fengwazi. I'll go and call the blacksmith and Brother Kuatian right now." Kuangzhan exclaimed happily, turning and walking away gleefully.

Inside a huge cave over twenty meters high in Kuangzhan Valley,

Qin Feng sat cross-legged. To his left sat Kuangzhan, whose face was beaming with joy. To his right sat Daphne, a dwarf chieftain with a three-and-a-half-foot-tall figure, a reddish-brown beard, and next to him sat Kuatian, a Titan chieftain whose entire body was purplish-black, his muscles seemingly carved from rock, wearing only a large skirt woven from grass vines around his waist, and whose upper body was nearly five meters tall. Next to Kuatian sat the anxious and nervous goblin leader.

"Fengwazi, you mean you want to build a city? That's a good thing! Our Kuangzhan clan absolutely supports it!" Kuangzhan smiled as he looked at Qin Feng. Qin Feng shuddered. This… uh… Uncle Zhan wouldn't have that kind of fetish, would he?

"Anyway, boy Feng, our dwarf race doesn't ask for much. Just have your specially made wine every day. Also, you must bring us those weapons you designed to make. The rest is up to you," the dwarf chieftain continued, his reddish-brown beard trembling with each word he uttered.

"Uh, our Titan race is actually very grateful for His Highness the Prince's favor; now we can have enough to eat every day. First, on behalf of our two thousand-plus people, I express our gratitude for your generosity," the burly Titan chieftain exclaimed, uttering words incongruous with his appearance. He paused, then continued,

"However, what makes us feel extremely guilty is that, so far, we haven't done anything for you, sir. Therefore, I would like to send five hundred capable young men from our tribe to you to see if they can be of any help. As for the construction of the city, if you need more workers, you can let me know. Our entire tribe of over two thousand men are all incredibly strong."

"Chief Kuatian is very kind. In that case, I've decided to build our new city in the area of Purple Moon Town. First, there's a formidable barrier in front of Purple Moon Town—the Mayan Great Rift Valley. Second, Purple Moon Town is conveniently located on the only route between the Red Stone Kingdom and the Mehes Empire through the Mayan Wasteland, making it a crucial point for trade and commerce between humans and beastmen," Qin Feng explained confidently.

"Then, Your Highness, who will be in charge of designing this magnificent city?" Chief Kuatian asked curiously.

"Of course, it will be our goblin race, the most skilled in construction and trade," Qin Feng said with a smile, looking at the goblin leader who seemed excited yet somewhat hesitant and self-conscious.

"Ah... Your Highness..." Although the goblin leader already knew that Qin Feng would put them in charge of the new city's construction, seeing Qin Feng officially confirm it at the chieftain's meeting still made him extremely excited, unable to speak.

"What's wrong? Do our architectural geniuses disdain building me the largest, most magnificent, and most fortified city on the entire continent?" Qin Feng asked, feigning seriousness.

"Of course not, my lord, it's just... I'm incredibly excited! I never expected you to show such respect for our declining goblin race. Rest assured, my lord, even if it takes the combined strength of my entire goblin race, we will definitely build this new city into the largest, most magnificent, and most fortified city on the continent!" The goblin leader stood tall, his eyes moist. The others said nothing, only

looking at him with trusting eyes. Purple Moon Town, located in the east-central part of the Mayan Wasteland, is an important supply station on the vital route between the Redstone Kingdom and the Mehes Empire and the Beastman Tribe. The town has only about ten households. It has a branch of the Mercenary Guild, a branch of the Trade Federation, a bar, a weapons hall, and three restaurants—that's all. At dawn, as a ray of sunlight filters through the trees and falls upon the land of Purple Moon Town, the quiet town begins to bustle. People who have rested all night begin to busy themselves. Some caravans begin preparations, ready to take advantage of the good weather to transport their goods to their destinations. Meanwhile, the mercenaries who have spent the night in the bar, after slightly tidying their somewhat disheveled armor and reeking of alcohol, enter the Mercenary Guild to begin a new day's journey. Those mercenaries returning covered in dew, or members of merchant caravans who have traveled all night, wearily retreat to the bar to relax. Qin Feng, accompanied by Kuang Tianxiong and the goblin leader, arrived at the town nominally belonging to him. Qin Feng was still dressed in a white robe, while Kuang Tianxiong insisted on wearing his flamboyant full-body black iron armor, carrying his enormous tusk club, and followed behind Qin Feng with feigned seriousness. The goblin leader, now wearing light armor specially made for dwarves, also followed behind with a spirited air, occasionally glancing around the town. "Tianxiong, you accompany Autumn to look around, and write down all the data that needs to be noted. I'm going to find the local tyrant," Qin Feng said calmly to Kuang Tianxiong and the goblin leader behind him without turning around. "Yes, boss. Don't worry, with me protecting Autumn, no one in this town is my match, except for you," Kuang Tianxiong said, stroking his bald head and grinning, revealing his white teeth. Qin Feng nodded without speaking. He walked towards the bar next to the Mercenary Guild. He glanced at the bar's name; it was named after the town: Purple Moon Bar. Although Qin Feng didn't like it, he couldn't deny that intelligence came from here the fastest. He'd been stuck in this wasteland for almost four months; he wondered what the outside world was like, and if Lily was alright. Qin Feng shook his head, pushed open the door, and went inside. The bar was dimly lit. Most of the customers were mercenaries who had finished their missions or members of passing merchant guilds, so it was quite noisy, with bursts of unrestrained laughter frequently erupting. Qin Feng's arrival caused these usually boorish mercenaries and merchant guild members to involuntarily quiet down, all their eyes fixed on him. Qin Feng didn't care at all, expressionlessly walking to an empty seat, ordering a sparkling wine, and drinking it by himself. At the same time, he activated his "Heaven and Earth Shattering Technique," scanning everyone in the bar. Suddenly, a strange light flashed in Qin Feng's eyes. Eyes, intentionally or unintentionally, glanced at a slender figure shrouded in a black cloak in a barely noticeable corner. The mercenaries fell silent for a moment, then, seeing nothing amiss, resumed their conversation. The bar once again descended into a cacophony of noise, punctuated by occasional bursts of laughter.

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