525: Can I borrow your Celestial Emperor's Feather?

A fist condensed from Immortal Qi streaked across the sky, striking the barrier.

"Boom...!"

A loud bang.

The barrier rippled with countless waves, and the sea churned with surges.

A simple punch, yet it didn't break through the barrier.

However, many powerful cultivators on the island were startled.

To dare cause trouble on Pengmo Island was truly strange.

On an altar, a Golden-Winged Roc sensed the commotion and slowly opened its eyes.

Beneath it were two Human Race maidens.

"Roar...!"

The Golden-Winged Roc opened its gaping maw and swallowed the two maidens whole.

"Old Ancestor Xuanyang, go and see what's happening."

The Golden-Winged Roc said, its expression unchanged.

As it spoke, a 'crunching' sound came from its mouth.

It must have been chewing on bones.

Two vibrant lives, having just been active, were gone just like that.

"Yes, Roc King!"

A hoarse voice responded from the shadows.

Then, the Void Realm subtly swayed, and a black shadow vanished from the altar.

When it reappeared, it was already in front of the barrier.

"Oh...!"

"A Human Race Transcendent Immortal King."

"Strange things happen every year, but this year there are especially many."

"Even a Transcendent Immortal King comes to die."

Xuanyang saw Qin Feng and also sensed Qin Feng's Realm, muttering to himself.

Immediately, Xuanyang flashed, stepping directly out of the barrier.

"Who goes there?"

Xuanyang was old and decrepit, his voice still ancient.

"Your grandpa, Qin Feng."

Qin Feng also saw Xuanyang and replied indifferently.

This old fellow truly had a monstrous appearance.

His eyes were barely open, like a blind man's.

His Face was hideous, looking somewhat frightening.

However, this old fellow did possess some strength.

He should also be one of those on the list Ji Ru Xue mentioned.

"Young Master Qin, that is the Dapeng Clan's Old Ancestor, King Xuanyang, who has been at the Great Immortal King Peak for many years."

"In terms of ranking, he can enter the top ten."

Ji Ru Xue spoke appropriately, reminding Qin Feng.

Qin Feng: "That weak?"

"Then I don't have such an unfilial descendant."

Qin Feng immediately changed his words; this advantage was not worth taking.

Mainly because he was too ugly.

Xuanyang's old Face twitched slightly.

Are Human Race cultivators so cheeky nowadays?

They even think the top ten are weak, dare to take advantage of him, and then despise him after taking advantage.

"A mere clown."

Xuanyang spat out four words.

Then, he slowly raised his right hand and slapped it forward.

It was as casual as swatting a fly.

Five palm prints descended from the sky, arriving in an instant.

Qin Feng waved his sleeve, equally casual.

"Whoosh whoosh...!"

Gusts of fierce winds and raging waves soared into the sky.

"Boom...!"

The two clashed, emitting a muffled sound.

The palm strike was easily neutralized.

"Oh...!"

"He's got something."

Xuanyang let out a light gasp, a little surprised.

His palm strike was enough to turn any Transcendent Immortal King into a pool of blood.

Yet this young man could easily neutralize it.

It seemed he was even more casual than himself.

He must have hidden his strength.

"What if he's hidden his strength? To dare cause trouble, die!"

Xuanyang didn't care. As his voice fell, he attacked again.

This time, he was no longer casual.

On Xuanyang's ancient hands, Runes appeared one after another.

The Runes were silver-white, illuminating the surroundings.

"Roc Spreading Wings...!"

An incomparably massive roc instantly expanded from his palm.

Then, it swooped down towards Qin Feng.

It blotted out the sky and was incredibly fast.

Qin Feng's expression remained unchanged, still calm.

"Kunpeng Treasured Art, Extreme Speed!"

The Kunpeng beneath Qin Feng's feet reappeared.

Its speed was much faster than the roc condensed from Runes.

In terms of speed, a roc certainly couldn't compare to a Kunpeng.

After all, the Kunpeng was one of the Ten Evils of antiquity.

It was also known as the extreme realm of speed.

It had never lost in terms of speed.

"Kunpeng Treasured Art...!"

"Damn it!"

Xuanyang's old Face darkened when he saw the Kunpeng's extreme speed, and his killing intent grew stronger.

They were all rocs, but the Kunpeng could become the extreme realm of speed, one of the Ten Evils.

While the Dapeng did not rank among the Ten Evils.

This was all because the Kunpeng consistently suppressed the Dapeng by a small margin, leading the Dapeng to harbor extreme resentment towards the Kunpeng.

Since Qin Feng Cultivated the Kunpeng Treasured Art, Xuanyang wanted to kill him even more.

To prove that the Dapeng was not inferior to the Kunpeng.

"Old fellow, call out your clan's Little Golden Roc!"

"You're still not my match. Let both of you come at me!"

Qin Feng dodged Xuanyang's attack, stood in the Void Realm, and said.

Just one of the top ten wouldn't put any pressure on him.

When Ji Ru Xue heard Qin Feng's words, her Face turned extremely pale.

It was already impossible for her to leave first.

"Young... Young Master Qin, if you're going to die, don't drag me with you!"

Ji Ru Xue had nowhere to hide and could only stand behind Qin Feng, speaking softly.

As she spoke, her hands clutched Qin Feng's mystic robe, terrified that she would accidentally suffer Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering.

"Whoosh...!"

Qin Feng didn't respond but instead took her into the Bronze Space.

Women are too timid.

In the end, he still had to bear everything alone.

With Ji Ru Xue gone, Qin Feng immediately felt much quieter.

This Ji Ru Xue was not even as good as Dark Angel.

Dark Angel was meticulous and quite courageous.

Of course, this kind of situation wasn't suitable for her either.

Because the opponent was a Great Immortal King.

"Just you? You still want the Roc King to make a move?"

"You're not worthy."

At this moment, Xuanyang spoke again.

He was equally high-profile and full of confidence.

After all, this was his home turf; how could he not be high-profile?

Besides, the Golden-Winged Roc was watching on the island!

He couldn't lose Face; he had to maintain his prestige.

Indeed, the Golden-Winged Roc was observing the battle.

If it were an ordinary Human Race member, he wouldn't care at all.

But this young man Cultivated the Kunpeng Treasured Art.

The Roc King had to pay more attention.

"Whoosh...!"

The Golden-Winged Roc waved its hand, and the natural barrier's core closed.

A vast island instantly appeared.

At the same time, it tapped its foot on the ground and walked out of the Dapeng Clan's Legacy altar.

Accompanying its emergence were streaks of dazzling golden light.

Many low-Bloodline Dapeng couldn't help but perform prostrations.

"Greetings, Roc King...!"

Tens of thousands of voices rang out simultaneously.

The momentum was immense, spreading throughout the entire Pengmo Island.

The Golden-Winged Roc nodded slightly, not speaking, acting very arrogant.

With the barrier gone, Qin Feng could clearly see Pengmo Island.

The mountains and rocks were rugged, and strange stones were scattered everywhere.

The island had mountains, water, and vast dense forests.

It looked not much different from a continent.

The only difference was that it was on the sea.

A golden light was emerging from the island.

"Ding...!"

"Ding...!"

"The Child of Fortune is approaching. Can be directly hunted."

The golden light was brilliant; Qin Feng could see the luck value above his head even without the System's reminder.

luck value +4,060,000.

Just over four million.

"Whoosh...!"

"Whoosh...!"

Four eyes met, and the air seemed to pause.

Qin Feng directly ignored Xuanyang and turned his attention to the Golden-Winged Roc.

"You are Little Golden Roc."

"I heard your clan has a few Immortal Emperor Dapeng Feathers. Let me borrow them for a bit!"

As soon as Qin Feng spoke, he set his sights on its clan's immortal emperor feathers.