Chaos Heavenly Emperor Technique
Chapter 541: The Rage of Jin Jiao! (3 more)

Chapter 541: Chapter 541: The Rage of Jin Jiao! (3 more)

Soon enough, under the guidance of Elder Jin Mu, Jin Jiao returned to the cave, yet the fury in his eyes did not increase, but rather decreased, mixing with a hint of disdain.

"Big brother Jin Jiao!"

Upon seeing Jin Jiao’s return, the younger generation of his clan immediately swarmed around him, evidently holding him in high esteem.

Especially Xiao Meng, who sprang forward and said gleefully, "Big brother Jin Jiao, you must defeat that prince!"

"Don’t worry, I will!"

Jin Jiao clenched his fists and walked step by step towards Ling Feng, "Prince Long Fei, is it?"

Ling Feng stood proudly, "This opportunity, I won’t suppress you with my power. Defeat me, and it’s yours!"

"Hahaha..." Jin Jiao laughed uproariously, his eyes flaming like wildfire, and bellowed, "Then, let the battle begin!"

"Fight!"

Ling Feng roared, and in an instant, Ten Directions Annihilation was already in his palm.

The surrounding clansmen all stepped back, leaving a vast space for them.

"You’ve got guts to fight me!"

Jin Jiao’s muscles bulged, not even utilizing any weapon. His fists were his most formidable weapon.

Boom!

In an instant, Jin Jiao’s fist thundered out, Vigorous Wind swept through, gusting violently, the force of that single punch making the whole cave tremble.

Elder Jin Zhulong’s eyelid twitched, and he quickly waved his hand to set up a Barrier around Ling Feng and himself, lest his Clan Leader’s cave mansion be destroyed in this battle.

"What tremendous brute strength!"

Ling Feng’s eyelid twitched as well. This Jin Zhulong’s strength had also reached the Divine Origin Realm level, and coupled with his horrifying brute strength, he was almost on par with the monstrous Li Yunting.

Triple Locks!

Eight Desolate Four Transformations, Crack Earth Transformation!

In an instant, Ling Feng’s aura also skyrocketed wildly. Facing an opponent like Jin Jiao, he could not afford to be even slightly negligent.

"This... this..."

The younger clansmen were all dumbstruck—the seemingly vulnerable "prince" had exploded with such power in an instant.

Is this the strength of the main branch?

"Interesting!"

Jin Jiao roared, his fists pelting down like a violent storm towards Ling Feng, not holding back in the slightest.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Thud! Thud! Thud!

Fist Gang clashed with Sword Edge, the power unleashed was nearly explosive.

"This... this isn’t right..."

But Elder Jin Mu’s eyelid twitched. Although Ling Feng’s displayed strength surprised him, what was more unexpected was Jin Jiao’s performance.

Just moments ago, the Clan Leader had signaled to him to remind Jin Jiao that he must allow Prince Long Fei to win, and must feign defeat to Long Fei. Thus, when he had summoned Jin Jiao earlier, he had repeatedly instructed him to go easy on Ling Feng and absolutely not to use his real strength.

But now, Jin Jiao seemed utterly serious, more so than ever.

Luckily, Ling Feng was not weak. Otherwise, with the power Jin Jiao was unleashing, any ordinary Demon General Level demon would have already been crippled.

"He indeed has some skills, but still a waste!"

Jin Jiao’s face almost contorted, and he screamed in his heart: "Do you think I, Jin Jiao, would submit to some so-called prince? Never! Let me pretend to lose to you? I will instead cripple you! Ruin you!"

His heart was more enraged than ever.

Because of the so-called main branch, his own uncle, Elder Jin Mu, actually wanted him to cast aside his pride and feign defeat to this prince!

Those old men kept thinking the main branch was superior, but he was all the more determined to prove to them that the talents of the side branches were certainly not inferior to the so-called main branch!

"Roar!"

Jin Jiao roared madly, his entire body nearly half-transformed back into the form of a Three-headed Demon Flood Dragon, with sharp fangs and keen claws, both being the most lethal weapons.

"This damn kid..."

Jin Zhulong’s eyelids twitched uncontrollably; he could clearly see that Jin Jiao had no intention of making things easy for Ling Feng, but instead was constantly brimming with killing intent.

In his heart, he silently regretted that if anything happened to this "Prince Long Fei," they wouldn’t even think about returning to the main branch, let alone not being taken down in one fell swoop by people from there.

However, the strength displayed by Ling Feng also surprised him unexpectedly. From beginning to end, Ling Feng hadn’t used his sharp fangs or talons; this style of fighting was not at all that of a Three-headed Demon Flood Dragon but rather, that of a human.

Could it be that even facing against Jin Jiao, this Prince Long Fei was so at ease that he didn’t even need to transform into his true form?

Jin Zhulong took a deep breath and thought to himself: Indeed worthy of the royal family of the main branch, not something our smaller branches can compare to.

Little did he know it wasn’t that Ling Feng didn’t want to use his sharp fangs and talons, but that he simply didn’t have them!

Ling Feng raised his hand to wipe away the blood leaking from the corner of his mouth; Jin Jiao’s strength was the most terrifying of all opponents he had encountered.

Purely in terms of brute force, it was even above Yaan Jinghong!

Despite all his efforts, Ling Feng was still subtly overwhelmed by Jin Jiao, barely managing to maintain an unbeaten stance.

What Jin Jiao didn’t realize was that he was even more surprised.

His initial fury had now turned to shock and astonishment.

The "Prince Long Fei" in front of him was incredibly formidable, and from start to finish, showed no intention of reverting to a "battle form."

Was he looking down on himself?

Jin Jiao exploded with punch after punch, his astonishing power spreading rapidly, nearly bursting the barrier Jin Zhulong had set up.

But after erupting with force for half an hour, Jin Jiao started to tire, while Ling Feng was still maintaining perfect physical strength.

"Hmph, finally running out of energy?"

Ling Feng squeezed his slightly numb hands, the Qi-Blood churning within his body, if this level of attack continued for about 15 minutes more, defeat was certain!

However, with his perception, it wasn’t hard to notice that starting from that last punch, Jin Jiao’s strength was already on the decline.

"So, it’s my turn now!"

A sharp glint flashed in Ling Feng’s eyes as he silently stimulated the Cold Bone True Energy within him.

Under the influence of the Demon Transformation Elixir, any attribute of True Qi would mimic the form of Demon Essence, covering his body, undetectable even by Demon Emperor-level beings.

"Kunlun—Break Prison!"

Ling Feng bellowed, and at the moment when Jin Jiao showed a slight flaw, he finally broke free and seized the optimum moment to execute the Heavenly Punishment Sword Technique.

Instantly, Jin Jiao felt as if he were locked down by some force, unable to escape any longer.

Boom!

The ground trembled, where Ling Feng’s Sword Qi passed, the earth directly developed a gigantic ravine that rapidly spread toward Jin Jiao’s location with unmatched speed.

"What... what is this power!"

Jin Jiao was stunned, instantly reverting to his original form, a seven-zhang long Three-headed Demon Flood Dragon, his three heads respectively exhaling storms of lightning, fire, and wind energy towards Ling Feng’s Sword Qi.

However, the Sword Qi from Kunlun Break Prison was not something trivial.

Boom, boom, boom!

Amidst violent explosions, the Three-headed Demon Flood Dragon that Jin Jiao had transformed into was hurled out, slamming into the cave’s rocky wall, its body covered in a horrifying wound, gasping heavily.

Meanwhile, Ling Feng, although he had stepped back several paces and spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, ultimately still managed to maintain his standing posture.

Who was the victor, and who was the defeated, was clear at a glance!