"Nine-leaf Wind Singing Grass, it tastes not bad when chewed!"
That Despicable Donkey was sharp-eyed, spotting the Spirit Grass immediately, yet it was in no rush to make a move, seeing the pair of Divine Essence Realm geniuses as unworthy of attention.
In contrast, Ling Feng, witnessing this demoniac battle, felt his blood boiling, with a blazing battle intent gleaming in his eyes.
Both geniuses sensed Ling Feng’s qi mechanism instantly and glanced his way.
When they felt the terrifying authority of Ling Feng, as irresistible as the Heaven and Earth Will, their expressions changed, and they both released a breath, pressuring Ling Feng fiercely, sensing that this youth, seemingly at the Magnetic Condensation Realm, was no ordinary figure.
As for the black donkey, they simply ignored it, because under normal circumstances, the donkey would not purposefully emit its Demon King Level pressure, so it looked no different from an ordinary black donkey. Only another demon could keenly sense the bloodline suppression within the Despicable Donkey.
Ling Feng’s body shook, and he immediately unleashed the Heavenly Sword Formation, using the sword force to resist the opposing intents’ pressure effortlessly.
"Sword Force!" both exclaimed in shock, totally not expecting a mere Magnetic Condensation Realm martial artist to have grasped the sword force!
"Who are you!" the man in black asked coldly, his expression dark and grim.
"Just a nameless nobody," shrugged Ling Feng. Although arrogant and proud, he was not delusional about his own capabilities.
He was well aware that he did not yet have the strength to compete with these two.
"Nameless nobody, I think you’re eyeing the Nine-leaf Wind Singing Grass!" A murderous intent flared in the black-clad man’s eyes. Behind him, the Taotie spectral image roared in fury, its massive form lunging downward, fiercely biting towards Ling Feng.
The young man in the blue robe merely supported his Water Sword, not launching an attack. He held his pride, not deigning to sneak attack the man in black, nor would he team up with him against Ling Feng.
"Hmph, in front of this Divine Beast, using your barely initiated Primordial Soul, isn’t it ridiculous?"
Before Ling Feng could even deploy his movement technique to dodge, the Despicable Donkey focused its gaze and glared at the Taotie Primordial Soul. With a loud "Bang," the Taotie Primordial Soul shattered instantly, and its owner, the man in black, violently spat out a mouthful of blood, his face a mask of shock as he stared at the Despicable Donkey.
He couldn’t understand how this black donkey could be a hidden supreme powerhouse!
"The Nine-leaf Wind Singing Grass should belong to me!"
The Despicable Donkey advanced, striding flamboyantly across the waves, and with a flick of its hoof, it collected the Spirit Grass from the river’s surface.
And the two demon genius talents, from beginning to end, dared not even fart.
"Bullying the weak, what kind of skill is that!" the man in black, wiping the blood from his mouth, said angrily.
"This Divine Beast precisely enjoys bullying the weak; you have a problem with that?" The Despicable Donkey lacked any sense of moral integrity; seizing treasures was its principle.
"The law of the jungle, can’t help but accept it."
Across the river, the young man in the blue robe wasn’t as irate; he glanced at Ling Feng and spoke indifferently, "Looking at your attire, you seem to be a student from the Heavenly Position Academy. Who are you, could it be the fiercely discussed ’Undefeated War God,’ Muu Liufeng?"
"No! Muu Liufeng isn’t that young! Could it be the one known as ’Little Sword God,’ Lee Bufan? I saw Lee Bufan from a distance a few years ago, and he didn’t look ."
The blue-robed youth stared at Ling Feng, continuously guessing his identity. To him, such terrifying talent definitely couldn’t belong to a nobody.
Ling Feng’s eyebrows rose as he asked, "From what you’re saying, are you also a student of the Heavenly Position Academy?"
"I guess so!" The blue-robed man stood with his hands behind his back, his mere presence exuding an extraordinary and aloof aura. He slightly lifted his eyes and calmly said, "My name is Li Yunting."
Ling Feng’s eyelids twitched. He’d heard the name countless times from that Goo Tengfeng, almost to the point of developing calluses on his ears.
Li Yunting was the team captain of the Central Courtyard Sword Team, a truly incredible talent among talents!
In fact, it had been more than a year since Li Yunting left the Heavenly Position Academy to travel alone. Yet, no one could shake his position as team captain.
And unexpectedly, after a year, Li Yunting had reappeared and had already ascended to the Divine Origin Realm.
If Goo Tengfeng knew this, Ling Feng wondered if he’d still have the courage to challenge the East Courtyard Sword Team.
Li Yunting gave Ling Feng a brief glance, unsurprised by his reaction. After all, as a student at the Heavenly Position Academy, not knowing the name Li Yunting would be a real oddity.
Ling Feng clenched his fists tightly; he hadn’t expected the team captain of the Central Courtyard Sword Team to have ascended to the Divine Origin Realm. If he wanted to lead the East Courtyard Sword Team to challenge the Royal Sword Team, the biggest obstacle would probably be Li Yunting!
And the man dressed in a black robe, who had fought against Li Yunting, was not much older than Li Yunting himself!
"Oh? Li Yunting, it seems I should congratulate your Heavenly Position Academy for producing yet another talent." The man in the black robe scoffed lightly, "I’ll remember this grudge, Yun Qianfan!"
Yun Qianfan squeezed his fist—the wise warrior avoids the battle, and then he swiftly disappeared without a trace.
Li Yunting’s expression remained unchanged. He slowly retracted the Primordial Soul Dharma Image behind him back into his body, his gaze shifting toward Ling Feng, and finally, he asked, "And you, who are you?"
"Me?" Ling Feng shrugged, "I’m a new recruit at Yellow Character Sect this year. My name is Ling Feng."
"Ling Feng?" Li Yunting searched through all the geniuses he had met or heard of, but none matched the name Ling Feng. Moreover, among the imperial families, there seemed to be no prominent families with the surname Ling.
It appeared this was a new star rising abruptly!
"Ling Feng, is it? I’ll remember you," Li Yunting smiled faintly, unfazed by the fact that the Nine-leaf Wind Singing Grass had been stolen by Ling Feng (not that holding a grudge would be of any use). "You’re only at the Magnetic Condensation Realm, yet you’ve already grasped the Sword Force. Your future Sword Dao Accomplishment will undoubtedly not be inferior to mine."
"Senior Brother Li, I’d like to know, who exactly is this Yun Qianfan?" Ling Feng asked.
"The strongest captain of the True Dragon Sword Team from True Dragon Academy, and an old rival of mine," Li Yunting took a deep breath and suddenly looked up at the sky, as if murmuring in a dream, "Only half a year left. His goal must be the same as mine!"
In Li Yunting’s mind, several formidable figures flashed by; even his sword team had once gotten the opportunity to challenge the legendary Royal Sword Team but had never defeated them.
And this was his final year at the Heavenly Position Academy; he would use the last of his passion to achieve this almost impossible dream.