The Heavenly Dragon's Beginning in the Journey Through the Heavens

Murong Fu felt as if he were in a void, and everything around him became blurry.

He tried to concentrate, but found his thoughts becoming increasingly chaotic, completely forgetting that he was still playing a game.

A moment later, he suddenly felt a sharp pain, and his mind was severely damaged.

At the same time, a mouthful of blood spurted from his mouth, staining the ground red.

His face was as pale as paper, and his body was swaying precariously; he was clearly unable to hold on any longer.

However, unlike the previous ones, Murong Fu was much stronger, so he did not immediately lose consciousness and remained conscious.

"Master!"

Upon seeing Murong Fu vomit blood, his retainers exclaimed in unison.

They immediately gathered around and asked with concern:

"Young master, how are you?"

Murong Fu shook his head slightly, indicating that he was fine.

He had secretly checked his injuries and had a general idea of ​​the extent of his condition.

"I'm fine, just a bit mentally damaged. I'll be fine after some rest."

Hearing Murong Fu's words, the retainers were somewhat relieved.

But they still carefully helped him up and took him aside to recuperate.

At this moment, the arena fell silent, and no one dared to continue the challenge.

After all, what just happened was so shocking that it instilled fear in people.

Those who were originally full of confidence began to hesitate, worried that they would repeat the same mistakes, and the whole scene was unusually tense and oppressive.

The Shaolin monks were just there to observe, so naturally they wouldn't come out to challenge anyone.

Duan Zhengchun and his group were in a similar situation. He had not come for this purpose in the first place, but had just happened to meet them, so they would not challenge him.

In this way, Ding Chunqiu is the only one left with formidable strength in the arena.

Seeing that no one else was taking on the challenge, he too became eager to try.

Although Murong Fu had just failed his challenge, he could sense that Murong Fu was only at the peak of the first-class level and had not yet entered the innate realm.

He was confident that his strength, at the mid-stage of the Innate Realm, was definitely better than Murong Fu's.

Moreover, he had just secretly calculated that this intricate chess puzzle was not unsolvable.

Seeing that no one continued to challenge him, Ding Chunqiu walked to the chessboard and said expressionlessly:

"Since no one dares to continue the challenge, let me give it a try."

After saying that, he reached out and picked up a chess piece, placing it on the chessboard.

Just as he placed the chess piece, he suddenly froze on the spot.

Seeing this, Su Xinghe was secretly delighted, knowing that Ding Chunqiu had also fallen into the Zhenlong Chess Game.

When Wu Yazi set up this intricate chess game, he incorporated mental attacks using a secret technique.

If someone is of pure heart, this attack will only increase their mental strength.

However, if one is malicious, one will be trapped in an endless illusion until one's mind cannot bear it and one has to leave the illusion.

After entering the game, Ding Chunqiu was quickly drawn into an illusion.

He only held on for a short while before finally following in the footsteps of those who had gone before him.

However, due to Ding Chunqiu's great strength, he did not fall down after spitting out a mouthful of blood, but remained standing in place.

Although his mind was damaged to some extent, it did not have a significant impact on his strength.

His face was grim, and he said directly:

"Hmph! This game of chess is meaningless. The position of leader of the Free and Unfettered Sect should have been mine!"

After saying that, Ding Chunqiu struck Su Xinghe on the other side of the chessboard with a palm.

Ding Chunqiu's most powerful skill was his poison technique, so when he struck out with this palm, the energy was tinged with a light green, clearly indicating that it contained a potent poison.

"Master, be careful..."

When the Eight Friends of Hangu Pass saw Ding Chunqiu suddenly attack Su Xinghe, they all exclaimed in surprise.

However, they were standing a bit too far away, so it was too late to stop them now.

Seeing that Ding Chunqiu was going for the kill, Su Xinghe dared not pretend to be deaf and dumb any longer and immediately launched a counterattack.

He also struck out with a palm, releasing a milky white energy that collided with Ding Chunqiu's pale green energy in mid-air.

With a "bang," the two energies collided and instantly canceled each other out.

Although Su Xinghe's martial arts skills are not very good, they are only comparable to top masters.

No matter what, he was a newly initiated Innate Realm expert; there was no way he couldn't withstand even one move from Ding Chunqiu.

Seeing that Su Xinghe was no longer pretending to be deaf and dumb, Ding Chunqiu hardened his heart and prepared to kill him directly.

He then struck Su Xinghe with a palm strike, this time with almost all his strength, and he also unleashed all his poison skills.

The energy he unleashed this time was almost twice as strong as the previous palm strike, and its color had changed from light green to dark green.

Upon seeing this move, Su Xinghe's already serious expression deepened.

He knew he would have a hard time withstanding this move, and even if he could, he would be seriously injured if not killed.

But now, at this critical moment, he had no choice but to give in. He used all his strength and unleashed his strongest palm strike to meet the attack.

With a "bang," the two energies collided this time, but instead of canceling each other out as before.

Su Xinghe's energy was defeated and dissolved after a short while.

On the other hand, Ding Chunqiu's energy, although it had been somewhat dissipated, was still enough to injure or kill Su Xinghe in front of him.

At this moment, Su Xinghe's all-out attack had exhausted all his internal energy. He was in a state where his old energy was depleted and new energy had not yet been generated, making him unable to defend himself effectively.

His apprentices had not yet arrived in time.

After all, Ding Chunqiu and he had only exchanged two blows; everything happened too quickly.

Just when Su Xinghe thought he might die on the spot, a figure suddenly appeared in front of him.

The figure casually extended his palm, yet easily caught Ding Chunqiu's palm strike.

Su Xinghe was certainly familiar with this figure. After all, they had spent several days together.

Ling Feng had been closely monitoring Ding Chunqiu's every move, and when Ding Chunqiu issued the challenge, he was already prepared to respond.

Sure enough, Ding Chunqiu attacked in anger.

Ling Feng knew that Su Xinghe was no match for Ding Chunqiu, so he made his move without hesitation.

Fortunately, he managed to block the fatal blow in time.

"It's him…"

"Young Master..."

Murong Fu and his group stared in astonishment at Ling Feng, who had blocked the fatal blow for Su Xinghe, their faces filled with disbelief.

Just now, Ling Feng was standing with Duan Zhengchun and others. They did not look at him carefully and assumed that he was a member of the Dali royal family.

However, at this moment, they realized that Ling Feng was not as simple as they had imagined.

To Murong Fu's surprise, his cousin seemed even more powerful than when they last met.

Seeing this, Murong Fu felt a surge of emotion and began to plot how to gain even greater benefits.

Ding Chunqiu stared at the young man who had taken his palm strike, his face grim, and coldly questioned him:

"Who exactly are you, daring to interfere in the affairs of our Free and Unfettered Sect?"

Ling Feng's lips curled into a faint smile as he replied:

"Hehe, since you asked, let me introduce myself. I am Ling Feng, a fellow disciple of the Xiaoyao Sect. In terms of seniority, I should be your junior brother."

Upon hearing this, Ding Chunqiu frowned, shook his head with a look of suspicion, and said:

"Impossible! I've never heard of such a thing!"

He could not accept Ling Feng's claim to be his junior brother, because he firmly believed that he had already put his master Wu Yazi to death back then, and before that, he had never known that his master had other disciples.

"Haha, since you're curious, you can ask your master for confirmation yourself later."

Ling Feng revealed a playful expression; he wasn't going to explain any of this to Ding Chunqiu!

Upon hearing Ling Feng's words, Ding Chunqiu's face turned extremely gloomy, and he cursed inwardly:

"Hmph, this guy is so arrogant! Once I obtain the inheritance of the Free and Unfettered Sect, I'll make him pay!"

However, he was secretly planning how to deal with Ling Feng's attack.

He secretly thought to himself that Ling Feng might want to kill him and then send him to the underworld to ask his master for the truth.

Thinking of this, Ding Chunqiu decided that he could no longer sit idly by and wait for death. He had to take the initiative to attack, otherwise the consequences would be unimaginable if he were hit by Ling Feng.

So he secretly gathered his inner strength, preparing to launch a counterattack.

Just as Ding Chunqiu was about to make a move, Ling Feng struck first.

Ling Feng exuded a fierce sword intent, like a series of sharp swords, sending chills down one's spine.

This sword intent instantly enveloped Ding Chunqiu. This was the Sword Twenty-Three that Ling Feng had just obtained, also known as Sword Heart Hell.

At this moment, the other onlookers also felt the sword intent emanating from Ling Feng.

They were all deeply moved, especially those who coveted the Free and Unfettered Sect, who were now considering whether they should leave this place of trouble as soon as possible.

After all, judging from the strength Ling Feng has demonstrated, the inheritance of the Xiaoyao Sect is probably not something they can covet.

After entering this Sword Heart Hell, Ding Chunqiu felt as if he were in the Avici Hell.

However, apart from his eyes still being able to see and his consciousness remaining clear, his body had completely lost the most basic ability to move, leaving him at the mercy of others in this terrifying space of sword intent.

In fact, Ding Chunqiu's feeling was not wrong. This is precisely the terrifying aspect of this move—it has already touched upon the realm of time.

Ling Feng didn't waste any more time. With just a thought, Ding Chunqiu was instantly severely injured. Both his arms and legs were severed by the sharp sword energy, and like Wu Yazi, he became a complete cripple.

After doing all this, Ling Feng put away the sword intent space without hesitation.