Beastmaster of the Ages

"The youths of the Xuanyuan Dragon Sect have been oppressed for so long. As one of them, it's about time we struck back," Tianming said.

"Yeah…." Lingfeng was standing right in the middle of the stormy vortex. He was surrounded by ghostly green flames, his eyes glowing red.

"Has your fourth imperial soul formed?" Tianming asked.

"Almost. It's part of the way there. In terms of the power of my soul, I'm probably among the top three," Lingfeng said."Great!" Tianming really wanted to see how strong Lingfeng could get after having inherited the Primordial Demonlord's legacy.

Lingfeng now faced off against Long Wangyu and his five dragons with nothing but his staff. The sheer power of his soul was already unleashed, making the onlookers feel a tingle in their scalps. It felt like the space around the area was filled with the absolute domination of the power of his soul. In a sense, it was as if it had permeated the whole battlefield.

Bloody spikes began extending from the Evil Suppression Pillar, making it look like an elongated spiked club. In actuality, the spikes were formed from extensions of Lingfeng's fourth imperial soul. Coupled with a divine artifact like the Evil Suppression Pillar, it made quite a spiritually devastating combination. This was a new ability of Lingfeng's as a result of cultivating his soul: Soulvisceration Thorns. As he swung his staff around, everyone's souls seemed to hear a sound that made them hurt.

"Go!" Long Wangyu charged in with a spear and his dragons, who rained down green fire. The dragons were lined up horizontally, each one of them spreading their wings wide, forming a circle of forty wing-eyes that made up an even larger eye that circled around Lingfeng's head. In the very middle of the eye was Long Wangyu. "Die!"

He wouldn't be showing any mercy, given that this was a battle to the death. Every strike was made with the intent to kill. The flames of the dragons' ability began completely bathing Lingfeng's body, much to the anxiety of Long Longlong and the rest. However, a black figure charged out of the flames, seemingly completely unaffected by them, and evaded Long Wangyu's attacks. He circled around and went for the dragons, extending his staff all of a sudden and smashing it into one of them.

One might have imagined flesh being torn asunder, but that didn't happen. Instead, the Soulvisceration Thorns passed through the body of the dragon without drawing blood. In fact, the strike seemed completely harmless. However, the dragon immediately cried out in agony and the light in its eyes dimmed all of a sudden. Then the flames on its body stopped burning and the gigantic eye that was made up of their wings crumbled as the dragon came smashing to the ground, creating a huge crater. It didn't even twitch or move in the slightest.

"Is it dead?" Everyone's feet were glued to the ground as they watched the dragon in the crater and the battlefield up above. Even Long Wangyu froze, his hands grasping his head as he shuddered.

"Brother Yu, fight!"

"Snap out of it! Your other lifebound beasts are almost gone too!"

"Brother Yu, run!"

The minions were getting nervous. Long Wangyu blankly looked up at the blood-eyed youth with the spiked staff, slaughtering the rest of his lifebound beasts. In the next moment, another eightwing ghouleye voiddragon lifelessly fell to the ground after being struck a few times. Long Wangyu heard nothing but cries of despair through the telepathic connection he had with his beasts.

"How dare he?!" Long Wangyu watched the black-haired youth execute a sixth-realm divine art with his staff. Everything he had been so proud of was nothing before Lingfeng.

"Brother Yu, run! This is a trap! He's really terrifying!"

Only now did the tenth-level constellier Long Wangyu snap out of his stupor. He hurriedly called his remaining dragons to him and ran without a word, his face completely pale. Lingfeng chased after him like a terrifying wraith.

"Stop him!"

"Murderer!"

Countless people cried out, but the youth merely took out a dagger of blood and split it into countless needles, flinging them at anyone who dared stop him. It hurt quite considerably to be hit by the needles, so there was nothing the rest could do but avoid them. It took only an instant for Lingfeng to catch up to the fleeing Long Wangyu.

There was nothing Long Wangyu could do but turn back and fight. "I'm the grandson of the Voiddragon Emperor! You dared to kill my lifebound beasts! You're dead for sure!" It wasn't that he was chickening out; he had legitimately smelled death coming from Lingfeng.

"The ones I want to kill are all of you," said the ghostly voice that hurt one's soul to listen to. Lingfeng executed a new divine art he had learned, Animitta, Formless Finesse, unleashing impressive power from his staff without any form or rhythm. It was a fatal strike, especially when coupled with his soul attack.

Long Wangyu cried out as the staff smashed into his head. He had been running away from the strikes, only to blank out and kneel on the ground in an instant. He turned back to Lingfeng and prostrated himself. "Don't kill—"

He couldn't even finish the sentence before his face was planted flat into the ground. Long Wangyu had been killed in battle, but not before he felt the slightest bit of hope when he saw his seniors coming toward him from the three thousand Skydragon peaks. It was a shame that it was too late; he couldn't even ask to be avenged. His soul had completely scattered, leaving nothing behind.

The staff returned to Lingfeng's hand, after which the spikes vanished. Then he spun it around and turned back, causing the other young celestial orderians and Veildragon Palace members to run toward Tianming in a panic, only to see his lips curve into a wry smile. They were surrounded front and back!

Fortunately, for them, the seniors rushed over when they witnessed Long Wangyu's death. Naturally, they weren't as quick as the Seven Dragon Imperials, who had been informed of the fight by Tianming before it had even started. They had been watching the duel from nearby without interfering.

"This is only the first of many counterattacks!" Tianming shot Lingfeng a glance and the two smiled.