Could it be that I am the cruel villain?
Chapter 496 - 300: True Dragon in the World_2

Chapter 496: Chapter 300: True Dragon in the World_2

Another terrifying thunderous explosion echoed across the sky, causing the dust to almost form into waves, scaring off the birds and beasts throughout the entire mountain range.

No matter how you look at it, it doesn’t seem like a commotion that two Core Formation Stage cultivators could create.

Even the expressions of the three sisters watching from afar changed, as this massive commotion would undoubtedly draw the followers of Xuan Yinzi.

According to reliable sources from the sect and from their master, at least one elder from the Xuanyin Sect came along—either Elder He or Elder Jiu.

At first, all attention was focused on the battlefield where the Purple Cloud Palace and Xuanyin Sect disciples clashed, and both sides didn’t dare to act rashly as they confronted each other.

But now, with such a long passage of time and such a massive commotion, they feared it would be discovered immediately.

The three sisters exchanged glances and chose to conceal their presence and leave immediately, not wanting to leave any evidence in the hands of others, while the two engaged in battle showed no sign of stopping.

"Fuck your bullshit cultivation technique! Not needing to chant or gather energy and instantly casting it?"

Two forces collided in the air and were blasted back dozens of meters, and Jiang Feng couldn’t help but curse, knowing that he still needed to chant a magic spell, gather energy, and prepare in advance to deliver a deadly strike.

Yet this bastard could just wave his hand?

The paper figure possessed by a Yin Soul was instantly destroyed with nothing left, and even Jiang Feng himself was blasted back dozens of meters.

His back collided violently with trees, causing his blood and energy to surge turbulently within him, almost causing him to spit out blood on the spot. If it weren’t for his foresight in using the Thunder Light Spell and Sword Qi to protect his entire body, this would have been a life-threatening blow.

"This damn numerical monster..."

Without power and stats, it’s all about hard work and sweat, and this blow almost broke Jiang Feng’s defense.

He immediately realized that it wasn’t that Xuan Yinzi was so formidable or that he was extremely skilled in casting spells. In fact, he was quite mediocre; otherwise, the power would have been greater.

But you can’t argue with high stats.

With a cultivation technique like this, anyone could tell with their toes that this little bastard must have swiped it from his grandfather and it definitely wasn’t something he should be able to master at his current realm.

Of course, Xuan Yinzi’s expression wasn’t very pleasant either.

Initially, he thought dealing with Jiang Feng would be a matter of lifting a finger, given that he possessed the most top-tier cultivation technique, the most advanced spells, and the most superior magic treasures in the entire Xuanyin Sect.

Because the Mountain and River Fan and the Heaven-Creation Finger in his hands...

All! Of! Them! Are! Earth Rank!

Isn’t that shocking enough?

Let’s put it this way, holding a mound of these things in hand, even a dog could roam unimpeded among a group of experts.

Ordinary Nascent Soul Stage cultivators facing Xuan Yinzi, seeing this pile of stuff, would probably feel intimidated, and it’s even more likely that no one would dare mess with him when he’s out and about.

Despite Xuan Yinzi being uneducated, despite him being a medicine jar with an unstable foundation, despite his shallow understanding of Daoist skills and cultivation techniques, despite!

He failed twice in advancing to the Nascent Soul Stage.

The problem was relying on unskilled Daoist skills and magic treasures that could only exert up to twenty percent of their power, he almost got himself killed.

The allure of having connections.

Clang—

The flying sword was hurled out.

Despite the cursing, Jiang Feng’s hands didn’t stop moving in mid-air, as his fingers formed a sword gesture, controlling eight flying swords with ease from his palm.

His two fingers constantly waved, controlling the flying swords to advance from different directions. In the past few months, his Sword Control Technique had noticeably improved, from initially being able to control one sword three years ago, then three, then five.

During his battle with Jin Shan, his limit was seven swords, but now, not only are eight flying swords suspended in the air, he even holds an iron fan in hand to directly thrust the deadly Sword Qi!

"You little bastard have some skill."

With a curse, while still airborne, he raised his hand, releasing a bone segment.

In a flurry, he deflected all eight flying swords. This time, he was clearly more cautious not to make direct contact; the unfolding fan emitted no explosive fluctuations.

With cautious movements, it was clear that the previous encounters left a deep impression on him, and his expression turned somewhat ugly, initially believing that dealing with this little bastard required just a flick of his fingers.

Had this been anyone else who got hit by his Mountain and River Diagram, they might have already been lying down, and for a moment, he couldn’t help feeling a bit anxious, squinting as he let out a cold rebuke.

"Nine Nether Xuanyin Palm, die by my hands..."

Before he finished saying "die," two phantoms emerged from the sides, each wielding a sword that pierced into his body in a cross pattern!

"What?"

His mind went blank for an instant.

The originally apparent bone claw pushing forward gradually vanished, yet Jiang Feng merely spat out a mouthful of blood, and throughout the entire process, the pearl in his chest kept shimmering without ever stopping.

It was the Pearl of the Celestial Lake.

Both phantoms were the talismans that Jiang Feng had thrown earlier during their confrontation. Indeed, as a disciple of the Purple Cloud Palace, he hadn’t learned the Joyful Sect’s cultivation techniques, and holding the Pearl of the Celestial Lake, he couldn’t unleash its full power.

Bear in mind, the Pearl of the Celestial Lake was a magic treasure bestowed upon a disciple by the current sect master of the Joyful Sect, essentially a token of apprenticeship.

Similarly, it was a legitimate Earth Rank magic treasure, albeit a lower Earth Rank, yet its formidable power could be described as unimaginable.

Indeed, he couldn’t wield it proficiently, unable to manipulate it with the divine finesse Ying Ling possessed, blending reality with illusion. However, using it for a little sleight of hand shouldn’t be excessive, right?

The movements were subtle, and with the cooperation of the Pearl of the Celestial Lake, the moonlight in the sky started to shift, transforming the actions Jiang Feng performed secretly into shadows masked by the light.

Meanwhile, the Joyful Ring and the Soul Summoning Bell were continuously operating. For this battle, Jiang Feng shamelessly asked Ying Ling to lend him her magic treasures, one of which was even a Lifebound Magical Treasure.

This was only sanctioned by Jin Yuan’s command; otherwise, she wouldn’t have lent it, no matter what.

The clash between a numerical freak and a mechanism freak.

For direct disciples like them, they could be said to possess a multitude of valuable items, even if they couldn’t wield them fully at their current realm, even Ying Ling couldn’t unleash more than thirty percent of her magic treasure’s power.

Tss!

The body was pierced through.

Two papermen directly stabbed through the body from the left and right.

Xuan Yinzi stood motionless, but Jiang Feng sensed a touch of eeriness. The distance between them was quite far, and he couldn’t see clearly what happened in the darkness, but he was certain that he had hit his opponent.

Moreover, he struck a vital spot.

His body slowly approached, realizing that this battle was much easier than he had imagined, just as Jin Yuan had said, he was an uneducated, profligate disciple.

His cultivation technique was underdeveloped, and his Daoist skills were a mess, yet he managed to dominate opponents with his cultivation and magic treasures. His physique wasn’t exactly poor, but it was still far from the best among the top-tier direct disciples.

Holding the iron fan, step by step, but the closer he got, the more he realized...

"Not good."

"Ha-ha-ha..."

The moment he exclaimed, everything within dozens of meters was blown away!

Seven or eight bone spikes protruded from his body, instantly piercing through the paperman and the Yin Soul with terrifying ferocity, as if tearing through his chest.

His back arched high, as the spine jutted out forcefully, and even his head and face started getting covered by a layer of bone. Such a bizarre cultivation technique was probably one in a million in the world today.

The layer of bone flowed as if endowed with life, spreading all over his body, and eventually, a bone dragon reduced to a mere skeleton coiled directly around his shoulder!

"Ha-ha-ha..."

"You wretched beast, you indeed have some skills, remarkable skills, to actually drive me to this extent, Jiang Feng, even if you reach the underworld in the future, you will have something to brag about."

"I’ll show you lowly bastard"

"This is, the True Dragon in the world."