67: Chapter 67 A twenty-year-old late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator! Today, I will be a dragon knight!

"Let's test your Bone Age first!" Ao Tingxin said.

Yesterday, Su Feng had scared away the Late Nascent Soul Stage Turtle Prime Minister with just one look, so his strength must be formidable.

However, in her conventional thinking and that of all the other alien races present, for a Human Race Cultivator to reach the Late Nascent Soul Stage, even for a peerless Genius, it would take at least a hundred years.

Su Feng's expression was indifferent as he casually placed his hand on the testing stele.

Hum!

A blinding cyan light lit up, and immediately after, a line of golden characters appeared on the stele.

The Turtle Prime Minister, who was responsible for announcing the Bone Age, had his originally indifferent beady eyes instantly widen.

The expression on his old face looked as if he had seen a ghost, his mouth agape, making "aba aba" sounds for a long time, completely unable to speak.

"What is it? Is the age over the limit?" Ao Tingxin frowned slightly, and somewhat impatiently, walked over to check for herself.

However, just one look.

"What!!"

This usually arrogant little princess of the Dragon Clan actually exclaimed in a loss of composure: "You are only 20 years old?!!"

【Bone Age: 20 years old! Cultivation: Late Nascent Soul Stage!】

This line of text exploded over the martial arts arena like a thunderclap.

"Boom—!!" The entire venue instantly erupted, the wave of noise nearly overturning the dome of the Dragon Palace.

"Twenty years old?! What kind of joke is this!!"

The tiger-headed great demon from the Northern Mountain, who had been arrogant just a moment ago, now had his eyes bulging out, and he rubbed his eyes fiercely: "It took me eighty years to reach the Late Nascent Soul Stage, which already broke the Tiger Clan's ten-thousand-year record! He is twenty? Did he start Cultivating from his mother's womb?!"

"Is… is this even human?"

On the side of the Eastern Tomb Ghost Cultivators, a group of originally gloomy figures in black robes were now so frightened that even the ghost fire around them turned a ghastly green, and they shivered in fear.

"This speed of Cultivation… even a Reincarnation of a Ghost Immortal would be nothing more than this, right?!"

In the corner, Tu Shan Ya, who had been lazily watching the show, saw her charming fox eyes light up suddenly, and she stared fixedly at Su Feng, as if she had discovered a piece of peerless jade.

"What a handsome human… not only is he good-looking, but his talent is also this monstrous."

She licked her red lips, a gleam flashing in her eyes.

"It's just a pity, the physical body of a Human Race Cultivator is too weak and cannot be compared to us Yao Race at all. But being so young… the taste of his meat should be quite good!"

Dragon Mother Ao Cangyue's eyes brightened. She knew Su Feng was young, but she had never imagined that Su Feng was actually only twenty years old.

"The Human Race is indeed a race capable of creating miracles. No wonder those Cultivators in the Central Continent harvest them every hundred years."

Looking at the Southern Region side, Shen Luoyu and Jian Nanxin had expressions that said, "This is standard procedure, don't be surprised."

This guy could slay a Nascent Soul Great Perfection with his sword when he was only at the Early Stage of the Nascent Soul, and at the Late Nascent Soul Stage, he dared to turn a Sect with a Half-step Spirit Transformation expert upside down.

If they knew about these glorious achievements, they would probably have their eyes pop out of their sockets right then and there!

"Head of the Su Family, please!" Ao Tingxin took a deep breath, suppressing the shock in her heart.

She was of the Dragon Clan and possessed absolute pride; she would never allow herself to lose to a human in terms of Aura!

"Take this!"

Her figure flashed. She did not use any weapons but turned her palm into a claw, carrying a sharp edge that tore through the void, enveloping Su Feng like a storm.

Ao Tingxin wanted to test the foundation of this human Cultivator.

Su Feng did not retreat but advanced instead. He didn't even draw his sword and went straight to meet her with his fist!

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

His flesh fist collided with the dragon claw, and it actually produced the sound of metal clashing, with sparks flying everywhere!

Su Feng's 【Pure Yang Sacred Body】 displayed terrifying power at this moment.

Every inch of his skin flowed with a pale golden luster, its hardness comparable to divine iron!

The Qi and blood in his body surged like a rushing river, and every punch he threw could trigger a terrifying air explosion!

"He… he is a Body Cultivator?!"

The more Ao Tingxin fought, the more shocked she became.

She felt that she was not fighting against a person, but engaging in hand-to-hand combat with an ancient Vicious Beast wearing human skin!

With every collision, the webbing between her thumb and index finger was shaken until numb, and even her dragon scales throbbed with pain!

"Impossible! How can the physical body of the Human Race be this strong!!!"

Off the stage, those Yao Race who had been waiting to watch Su Feng get torn to shreds all shut their mouths, each and every one of them dumbfounded.

"This human… why is he more like a Yao Race than we are?"

"Since that's the case, then let's end this quickly!"

The anger Ao Tingxin felt from being suppressed by Tu Shan Ya earlier, coupled with her inability to win after a long attack, made her stop holding back!

"Roar—!!" A heaven-shaking dragon roar rang out.

Ao Tingxin's body was suddenly ablaze with blue light, and her figure swelled against the wind!

In the blink of an eye, an ancient True Dragon, five hundred zhang long and covered in blue-gold dragon scales, was coiled on the arena!

The True Dragon form!

In that instant, the terrifying Dragon Aura pressed down like a mountain collapsing or a tsunami, and the surrounding space began to distort.

In the same Realm, the Dragon Clan's strength, defense, and spiritual energy reserves are more than ten times that of the Human Race!

This is the absolute crushing power of racial talent!

"Head of the Su Family! I advise you to admit defeat as early as possible to avoid suffering physical pain!"

The giant dragon spoke in human language, and a massive dragon claw, carrying the power to tear the world apart, slammed fiercely toward the tiny Su Feng.

Facing this lethal blow, Su Feng did not dodge.

Instead, he looked up at the dragon body that blocked out the sky, a flash of excited red light appearing in his eyes.

"Demon God Transformation—First Level! Activate!"

Boom!!!

A purple-black storm of Devilish Qi exploded from Su Feng's body!

In the Void Realm behind him, a phantom of a Demon God with an indistinct face slowly emerged and roared to the sky!

Su Feng's Aura surged instantly, and that savage, violent demonic power actually forced its way against the True Dragon's pressure!

"Get… down!!"

Su Feng stomped his foot, and the ground shattered.

His entire person was like a black cannonball, shooting into the sky, colliding precisely with the dragon claw that was slamming down!

"Bang—!!"

Two forces, one large and one small, collided fiercely in the air.

A shocking scene occurred.

The massive dragon claw was actually sent flying high upward by Su Feng's punch!

And Su Feng, borrowing this force of recoil, had his figure perform an uncanny refraction in the air, and like a maggot on a tarsal bone, he instantly flashed to the back of the giant dragon's neck!

"Good opportunity!"

A gleam flashed in Su Feng's eyes. His legs clamped tightly onto the dragon's neck like iron pincers, and his hands grabbed the two dragon horns, steadily riding on the dragon's back!

Dragon Knight! Achieved!

"Hiss—!!"

The sound of the entire crowd gasping for air joined together.

"He… he rode up there?!"

"Audacious! How dare he ride on the back of the Dragon Clan princess?! This is blasphemy!"

The Turtle Prime Minister was so angry that his whole body trembled, and he nearly fainted.

"Bastard! Get off me!!"

Feeling the touch on her back, Ao Tingxin was so ashamed and angry she wanted to die.

She was a noble Dragon Clan princess! How could she be ridden by a Human Race?!

She rolled her body frantically, crashing into the surrounding barrier, trying to shake Su Feng off.

But Su Feng was like he had taken root on the dragon's back, not moving an inch.

Su Feng raised his fist and began to pummel the hard dragon scales!

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Every punch was imbued with Pure Yang power and the might of the Demon God, hitting the dragon scales until they shattered and flew off, with sparks shooting out.

"Roar… it hurts!!"

Ao Tingxin let out a painful whine; it really hurt!

This man's fist was simply harder than a Magic Treasure!

"Do you submit?!" Su Feng shouted.

"I don't submit!!" Ao Tingxin was still being stubborn.

"Fine, then I will beat you until you submit!"

Su Feng raised his fist again; this time, he was going to thoroughly beat the little dragon girl into submission!

Off the stage, everyone was stunned.

They watched that white-clad figure riding on the back of the True Dragon, punching like rain, and only two words remained in their minds—Brutal!

Too brutal!

Is this the Su Feng of the Southern Region?

This is simply a humanoid Tyrannosaurus Rex!