Chapter 1301: Primordial Blood Emperor Log

No one had expected that someone would come out and pull connections with Ling Feng at such a time. There were 10,000 of them against one person, they were sure to win. No matter how powerful Ling Feng was, he was just but a human, after all. Even if they were ants and Ling Feng was an elephant, this elephant would be tired to death by the ants. But now, someone actually stood on Ling Feng’s side. Was he seeking death?

“Brother Dali, you…” Hu Ziming was dazed too. He had thought before that Hong Dali might be here to watch the show, but now that he ran to the other side, things didn’t seem right. At the side, Cang Yulong and Jiang Lixue were surprised too and said, “Brother Dali, this isn’t time to joke around. Quick, come back!”

Hong Dali was a person who could understand the Wordless Heavenly Book and would sell the moves away. None of them wished for such a good secret manuals wholesaler to die here. Therefore, those who knew how amazing Hong Dali was all went quiet, planning to see how things turned out.

“This little brother’s tone is very big.” Ling Feng looked at Hong Dali, but he didn’t get angry, just that he was a bit surprised when he saw the Goddess of Wisdom. Very obviously, even with his experience, the Goddess of Wisdom’s beauty was something he had never seen before. However, he was only slightly surprised. Then, he smiled and said, “Could it be that you know my Grandmaster?”

Wushen Palace was created by Wushen Palace, but it truly came to fame during Tang Zhen’s age. Therefore, it could be considered correct for Ling Feng to address Tang Zhen as Grandmaster.

Most of the people here knew of Tang Zhen, the number one martial artist a few thousand years ago. Even today, no one could surpass his accomplishments. But according to time, there wasn’t any possible way for this Hong Dali to be related to Tang Zhen.

“Hehe, this matter is quite complicated. However,” Hong Dali winked towards Ling Feng and softly said, “I indeed saw him, hehe.”

“Oh?” Hong Dali’s voice was extremely soft, but after hearing this, Ling Feng actually didn’t ask anymore and said, “Interesting. Fine, then. You two can stand behind me, in case you get hurt later.” These 10,000 or so people in front of him seemed to be nothing to him.

After settling down Hong Dali, he stepped forward and said, “If you guys still have any more crap, say it as much as you want now. If not, then come and attack me. I have always detested troublesome things.”

“Amitabha, good, good. You’re indeed carefree. Fine, then. Although I’m not very capable, like you said, wasting words like this is indeed annoying. So why don’t you let me initiate the fight and trade a few moves with you first? What do you think?”

The person who spoke was a monk who had nine ring scars on his head. His white eyebrows dragged to his mouth and he wore a string of crimson wooden beads on his neck. His expression was benevolent, the style of a highly enlightened monk. He was also one of the few who wasn’t affect by Ling Feng’s step just now.

Ling Feng looked at the monk and slightly nodded, expressing his approval. Then, he smiled and said, “You’re a clear-headed person. Your eyebrows have reached the corner of your mouth and your ‘Zen Neon Chapter’ has already reached a very high level. I wonder how is Venerable Bao Lai related to you?”

The monk placed his palms together and bowed towards Ling Feng, saying, “Amitabha, he’s my Master. I’m the lead disciple of my Master. My Dharma name is Yuan Mie.”

Ling Feng said, “En. I have always had high respect for Venerable Bao Lai’s character.”

Yuan Mie bowed again and said, “Thank you for your compliment.”

Ling Feng continued, “Since you’re Venerable Bao Lai’s disciple, I will be bullying you if I fight with you.” Saying so, Ling Feng stretched a leg and drew a circle on the ground, then slowly walked in. He smiled and said, “I shall give you the advantage of one hand today. As long as you can force me out of this circle, it shall be considered my defeat. How is it?”

He drew the circle very easily, but it left a deep mark on the hard granite ground and the stone powder covered the ground around it. Everyone sucked in a deep breath from seeing this.

Venerable Yuan Mie recited “Amitabha” again and said, “Thank you for going easy on me. Be careful.”

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After saying this, Venerable Yuan Mie’s body was covered with his inner energy and neon-like light shot from his eyes and eyebrows. This was the eighth level of his “Zen Neon Chapter”, “Neon Vision”. His right hand drew a semicircle and struck towards Ling Feng. The air pressure from his palm seemed to cut through the air, leaving a palm mark behind it.

After the first palm, Yuan Mie stepped forward and drew another semicircle with his right hand. This second one was faster and more rushed than the first. The two palms combined together into a larger palm mark and struck towards Ling Feng!

This was a very powerful move of his “Zen Neon Chapter”, called “Neon Light Stacked Palm”. Each extra palm would increase the power of the palm by one time. The two palms combined together was akin to two Yuan Mies attacking Ling Feng. Its power was plain to see.

Seeing that the large palm mark was about to hit Ling Feng, Hong Dali suddenly said, “Yuan Mie lost.”

As if to prove his words, at the same time, Ling Feng moved.

The entire platform instantly went quiet.

Everyone could only see Ling Feng’s seemingly slow motion and each slight movement of his body.

Including the corner of his clothes and each strand of his hand. Even Ling Feng’s slightly squinted eyes.

His left hand placed behind him, Ling Feng slowly raised his right hand and aimed towards the center of Yuan Mie’s palm mark, then lightly tapped on it.

Energy vibrated.

The large palm mark paused in front of Ling Feng’s finger, unable to proceed even an inch.

“Poof.”

The seam of a bubble bursting softly sounded and the large palm mark eerily disappeared in the air, just like that.

Yuan Mie violently stepped back, his face white, and a trace of blood slowly ran down the corner of his mouth.

Ling Feng didn’t even move a step.

Everyone could not believe their eyes.

Venerable Yuan Mie ranked in the top 10 amongst the 10,000 or so people here, but he actually lost in a single move and got injured even though Ling Feng gave him the advantage of one hand.

Hong Dali nodded and said, “Hehe, it’s indeed this move.” Hong Dali had seen Tang Zhen fight against the Demon King before, and the scene was about the same as this. However, the might of their battle was definitely not on the same level as this one.

Defeating Yuan Mie with one move, Ling Feng turned around his head, looked towards Hong Dali, and curiously asked, “Could it be that you really saw my Grandmaster Tang Zhen before?”

“Yup, you can say that.” Hong Dali smiled and nodded, then said, “Old Brother Tang Zhen’s relationship with me is quite good, and he even taught me a set of martial art, called something like ‘Primordial Blood Emperor Log. But I didn’t practice it, hehe…”

Once Hong Dali said this, the entire place erupted!