Chaos Heavenly Emperor Technique

Chapter 1780 - 1781: Sword Cuts Down the Demon Snake! (Third Update)

Cangyun Marsh.

This was Ling Feng’s third day inside the marsh.

On this day, Ling Feng encountered a Hunting Team seemingly under attack by a giant Demon Snake.

The situation was already very dire.

Just then, Ling Feng happened to be passing by and became their lifeline.

"Young brother over there, please help distract this Demon Snake! Our Silver Dragon Hunting Team will be forever grateful!"

At this moment, he had no other choice but to ask for Ling Feng’s help.

To him, although Ling Feng’s aura didn’t seem strong, the Demon Snake was already at the end of its strength. With Ling Feng to distract it, he could catch his breath and deal with the Demon Snake.

Ling Feng’s mouth curved into a smile, he glanced at the Despicable Donkey beside him and said lightly, "Despicable Donkey, would you like a chance to show off?"

"Hmph, such a trashy demon beast isn’t worthy of this Divine Beast’s action?"

The Despicable Donkey had an air of arrogance, crossing its donkey hooves in front of its chest, looking indifferent.

Ling Feng shook his head with a smile. With a flicker of his silhouette and a Carefree Sword Step, he charged forward.

Divine Thunder Incarnation!

Thunder Power erupted, frightening the Demon Snake with a bit of fear.

For these demon beasts, there’s always some instinctive fear towards flames and thunder.

In no time, Ling Feng resolved the Demon Snake.

Everything was well within Ling Feng’s control.

The hunting team was deeply shocked, staring at Ling Feng in disbelief.

This youthful-looking teenager, how could he be so absurdly strong?

Facing a Demon Snake comparable to Demon Emperor Level, not only did he not falter, but he didn’t even seem serious!

Mind you, before this, they had six members, having lost two, and the remaining four were severely injured.

If not for Ling Feng’s appearance, those four would likely have become corpses by now!

"Thank you, Young Master, for helping us and saving us!"

The strongest middle-aged man, struggling to rise, walked towards Ling Feng, bowing deeply.

The other three, two men and a woman, also bowed to Ling Feng, their eyes filled with strong fear and wariness.

If Ling Feng harbored any malice, they would likely not escape his wrath.

"It was a trivial act."

Ling Feng’s face was calm, without expecting any gratitude from them.

"This Demon Snake, being killed by you, should naturally belong to you. We’ll take our leave now!"

The middle-aged man glanced at the Demon Snake’s corpse on the ground, although reluctant, survival was more important than possessions.

After speaking, the middle-aged man cupped his fists again towards Ling Feng, intending to leave with his companions.

"Hold on!"

Ling Feng suddenly spoke, stopping the middle-aged man.

Instantly, the middle-aged man felt a chill from head to toe, inner cries sounding: Oh no, this time, perhaps we’ve encountered a fierce character!

"This...this Young Master, do you...do you have more guidance?"

The middle-aged Martial Artist felt his heart leap to his throat, recalling Ling Feng’s terrifying sword, his scalp tingling.

Seeing those four hunting team members looking extremely defensive, Ling Feng couldn’t help but shake his head with a smile, taking out a bottle of Elixir from the Spirit Storage Ring and tossing it to the middle-aged Martial Artist.

"Take this for healing," Ling Feng said lightly.

"Ah?"

The middle-aged man was obviously stunned, expecting Ling Feng to kill for treasure, but unexpectedly received healing Elixirs instead?

"Accept it. If I wanted to harm you, why would I save you?"

Ling Feng smiled faintly, "These Elixirs aren’t given for free; I hope you can tell me some information about Cangyun Marsh."

"Certainly, certainly!"

The middle-aged man was thrilled, the value of this bottle of Elixirs probably exceeded that of the Demon Snake.

"I am Song Zhiren, thank you, Young Master!"

The middle-aged man effusively expressed gratitude.

After some pleasantries, both parties became somewhat acquainted.

"Young Master Ling, you might not know, but ordinarily, Cangyun Marsh isn’t this populated."

Song Zhiren said with a smile, "The Martial Artists you see are likely heading towards Tianyun Holy City."

"Tianyun Holy City?" Ling Feng squinted, showing a hint of confusion.

"It seems like it’s your first time at Cangyun Marsh, Young Master."

"Why is everyone heading to Tianyun Holy City?" Ling Feng asked again.

"They are all vying for an opportunity!"

Song Zhiren’s eyes flashed with a hint of hope, "This is also a tradition of Tianyun Holy City. Every three years or so, Yunluo Sacred Land sends disciples for a selection in Tianyun Holy City. The top ten Martial Artists in the selection have the opportunity to enter Yunluo Sacred Land."

"Disciple selection?"

Ling Feng pursed his lips; these people, while strong, seemed a bit old to be disciples.

"Of course not; disciple selection has another process."

Song Zhiren chuckled and continued, "This selection is about Yunluo Sacred Land’s cultivation treasure, the Tower of Apocalypse. It’s said that those selected can enter the Tower of Apocalypse for three days of cultivation, even if they’re not disciples of Yunluo Sacred Land. It’s said that the Tower holds many wonders, and almost everyone entering experiences a tremendous increase in strength."