Supreme Dragon Martial Soul-Chapter 183 Venerable!

Luo Cheng looked at Yan Qi, his brows furrowed slightly.

This man was practically a mad dog, biting anyone he could!

"Half a month later, I’ll wait for you! I’d really like to see how you plan to tear every single bone out of my body!"

Luo Cheng responded tit-for-tat, coldly countering.

These words caused the surrounding crowd to be instantly shocked, only now recalling the life-and-death duel scheduled between Luo Cheng and Yan Qi in half a month.

Suddenly, an air of interest filled their expressions, their gazes heated.

In the past, the gap in strength between the two had been too wide, and no one had ever thought Luo Cheng could contend with Yan Qi. He was certain to be instantly defeated with a single blow!

What’s there to watch in a one-sided battle?

At this moment, however, everyone’s interest skyrocketed, eager for half a month to pass quickly.

Hearing Luo Cheng’s words, Yan Qi, who had just turned around, froze in place.

"Good! Very good! I’ll grant your wish!"

With a cold snort, Yan Qi left without looking back.

Luo Cheng stared at Yan Qi’s departing figure, sneering inwardly.

With his current strength, he could rival a Tongxuan Realm First Layer Martial Artist!

Transcendence Realm and Tongxuan Realm were completely different levels!

As long as he advanced into the Tongxuan Realm, Luo Cheng was confident his strength would undergo a qualitative leap.

By then, defeating Yan Qi would be no challenge.

Exhaling a deep breath, Luo Cheng expressed his gratitude to Yu Yue:

"Thank you, Brother Yu, for helping me out."

Although he wasn’t afraid of Yan Qi, a conflict at this moment would definitely put him at a disadvantage.

Earlier, Yu Yue had blocked Sun Chuanwu’s blade for him, which had practically saved his life!

Yu Yue waved his hand dismissively and smiled, "It was just a small effort. Honestly, I don’t like that guy either. You thoroughly humiliated Sun Chuanwu—gave me some relief as well."

The four of them walked away from the Martial Arts Square.

On the way, Yu Yue couldn’t help but ask, "Luo Cheng, are you really planning to have a life-and-death duel with Yan Qi in half a month?"

Luo Cheng replied, "It’s already settled; it’s no longer something I can change."

Upon hearing this, Yu Yue sighed heavily, "Then you must be careful. Yan Qi may have a lousy personality, but his strength is formidable. He’s already at the Peak Realm of Tongxuan Realm First Layer, and his combat ability isn’t far off from a Tongxuan Realm Second Layer Martial Artist."

"A Tongxuan Realm Second Layer Martial Artist!"

Yuan Zhilan and Gu Lingfeng both drew sharp breaths.

Yu Yue nodded and said to Luo Cheng, "Even though you’ve attained the Golden Body Realm, you’re still just in the Transcendence Realm. Until you break through to the Tongxuan Realm, it’ll be too challenging to face him head-on."

Yu Yue held a good impression of Luo Cheng and didn’t want him to lose his life over this, so he carefully analyzed the risks for him.

Luo Cheng was indifferent, "Don’t worry. I’ll break through to Tongxuan Realm very soon. In half a month, I’ll kill him!"

At these words, Yu Yue’s gaze trembled.

Breaking through to Tongxuan Realm within half a month!

Yu Yue couldn’t fathom where Luo Cheng’s confidence was coming from.

After all, breaking through to Tongxuan Realm was no easy task.

Many spent years trying to attain the realm—three to five years without success.

Even Yu Yue himself had spent close to two months moving from half-step Tongxuan Realm to breaking the bottleneck!

Seeing Luo Cheng speak so earnestly, Yu Yue couldn’t help but let out a bitter laugh, "Why do I feel like it’s me who awakened the Wasted Martial Soul instead?"

Hearing this, Yuan Zhilan and Gu Lingfeng glanced at each other, wry smiles on their faces.

The longer they knew Luo Cheng, the stronger this feeling grew within them.

Sometimes, they wondered whether Luo Cheng was blindly arrogant or truly confident.

Thousands of miles away from the Xuanyuan Sect.

The Fiery Fire Bird carried Sun Yingyang and the others, gliding amongst the clouds. From afar, it looked like a streak of fire slicing rapidly through the sky.

"Damn it!"

Looking at Jiang Xinglie’s corpse and the gravely injured Xu Ling and others, Sun Chuanwu roared in fury, his features twisted.

"He’s clearly nothing but trash. How did he suddenly gain strength comparable to a Tongxuan Realm Martial Artist in just a few short months? Damn it!"

Thinking back to the events that had transpired, the more Sun Chuanwu dwelled on it, the angrier he became. He swung his fist and blew apart the nearby cloud bank entirely!

Originally, he had come to the Xuanyuan Sect to establish his name, yet instead, he had been utterly humiliated!

After venting his frustration, Sun Chuanwu suppressed the flame of fury in his heart and said to Sun Yingyang beside him:

"Father, we absolutely cannot let that brat get away with this! I want to tear him apart and pulverize his bones!"

Sun Yingyang’s expression was equally as grim.

The disciples they’d brought along—one dead, several injured—and they had been disgracefully expelled from the Xuanyuan Sect. His lifelong reputation had been utterly shattered! Upon returning to the Fierce Cloud Sect, he might even face interrogation!

However, a sliver of remaining rationality kept him composed.

Taking a deep breath, Sun Yingyang said, "Calm down. He’s merely a piece of trash—it’s impossible for him to stir up any significant waves. Taking his life will be easy, but before killing him, we must first understand how he suddenly attained such strength."

Sun Chuanwu frowned deeply, "Indeed, this is strange! I personally confirmed that the Martial Soul he awakened is exactly as rumored—a One-star Wasted Martial Soul devoid of any star rating! For such a weakling to advance to the Golden Body Realm—it’s simply absurd!"

His gaze shifted, and Sun Chuanwu continued, "Could it be that someone powerful is cultivating him behind the scenes?"

Sun Yingyang gazed at the sea of clouds, his eyes flickering, brimming with sharp brilliance, "Let’s head back!"

With Sun Yingyang’s command, the Fire Bird immediately accelerated, tearing a long, jagged streak through the sky.

Within a day, the Fire Bird arrived over the mountain gate plaza of the Fierce Cloud Sect, diving downwards.

"It’s Elder Sun! And Senior Brother Sun Chuanwu!"

The Fire Bird’s dramatic movements quickly drew the attention of every disciple in the plaza.

"Huh? That’s Senior Sister Xu Ling! And Senior Brother Su Lan! Senior Brother Ye... What happened to them!"

"Heavens! Senior Brother Jiang Xinglie is dead!"

"Who did it? Who killed Senior Brother Jiang Xinglie!"

"What’s going on! Didn’t Elder Sun take Senior Jiang and the others to the Xuanyuan Sect? Why are they all dead or injured! What the hell happened?"

"Could it be that it was done by the people from Xuanyuan Sect? Such audacity!"

The disciples of the Fierce Cloud Sect were completely stunned upon seeing Jiang Xinglie’s corpse and the gravely injured Xu Ling and others.

The entire plaza was in an uproar.

Swish!

Without saying a word, Sun Yingyang leapt down from the Fire Bird, instructed Sun Chuanwu to settle Xu Ling and the others, and walked straight to the depths of the mountain gate without looking back.

Green Eagle Peak!

This was the peak where Sun Yingyang lived.

Returning to his residence, Sun Yingyang opened a stone door, traversed a long underground passage, and entered a stone chamber.

The chamber wasn’t large, barely two zhang in length and width. The walls were inlaid with Luminous Pearls, making the interior brightly lit.

In the center of the chamber was a desk with a Purple Gold Incense Burner placed atop it.

Sun Yingyang took a deep breath, lightly brushing his finger as he retrieved a purple sandalwood stick, barely the length of an index finger, from the Storage Spirit Ring. He carefully inserted it into the incense burner and lit it.

"Hmm?"

As the smoke curled upwards, a deep, guttural hum echoed within the chamber.

The sound wasn’t loud but carried a vast, mountainous aura, transforming the air into an oppressive force.

Sun Yingyang involuntarily dropped to his knees.

"Sun Yingyang pays respects to the Venerable!"

Sun Yingyang’s head lowered to the ground, his posture exuding absolute reverence, not even daring to exhale audibly.

Boom!

The smoke twisted and warped, morphing into a figure as majestic as a deity descending into the stone chamber!