Chapter 2299 - 2300: Dragon Battle in the Wilds

In midair, a hoof the size of a fake mountain stomped down from the sky, the leg thick like a giant pillar, bringing its foot down right on top of the Snow Giant.

Boom!

The Snow Giant's head was directly crushed to pieces by that massive hoof, and half of its body turned into an avalanche, collapsing and flooding down from the sky.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

They all looked up to the heavens and saw only a sky‑piercing giant leg stretching down from the void, its upper end lost from sight.

The outline of a colossal monster appeared in the void, its true face obscured and indistinct.

Bull Demon Avatar!

Yanzi's beautiful eyes widened; Yang Fei's heaven‑shaking Divine Skills once again sent a huge shock through her mind.

Not far away, Old Cat was frantically livestreaming, hands flustered, mouth letting out crazed screams.

"Did you all see that? This is a Divine Trace, Master Yang's Divine Skills are truly earth‑shattering!"

Yanzi walked over and glanced at his laptop screen, only to see the screen almost packed solid with comments—over a hundred thousand people online at the same time, watching this duel of spells live.

"My god, what did I just see—that's a… giant leg."

"This is so incredible, I swear I'll never forget this scene for the rest of my life."

"If anyone dares say Old Cat is faking this again, I'll fucking show up at his door. There's no way any special effects could create something like this!"

"Master Yang is invincible, long live Master Yang!"

...

Nearly every second, over a thousand bullet comments flashed past.

Old Cat was so excited he went a bit insane, babbling incoherently and laughing like an idiot.

But none of that affected everyone's viewing of the duel.

Poof!

Qian Kunzi spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, his apricot‑yellow Taoist Robe soaked in bloodstains.

Qian Kunzi had just used Nascent Soul Stage Spiritual Power to condense that sky‑piercing Snow Giant.

He hadn't expected to suffer a devastating strike in the very next second, wounding both his Primordial Spirit and his internal organs.

Yang Fei laughed heartily, driving the Sky Wolf Blade. A blood‑red blade aura like a streamer swept out over more than ten fathoms, cleaving straight toward Qian Kunzi in an instant.

The dozen or so Divine Generals guarding Qian Kunzi were hit by the blade aura and were immediately sliced neatly in half.

Qian Kunzi crushed the bead of his last Substitute Treasure, his figure flickering back five hundred meters, his face ashen, soul shattered.

The Sky Wolf Blade swung by Yang Fei struck Qian Kunzi's phantom avatar and sliced it apart.

The final bead on Qian Kunzi's wrist also vanished without a trace.

Yang Fei let out a chilly chuckle, planting the Sky Wolf Blade in the ground with a clear ding.

"Without your Substitute Treasure, I'd like to see how many more of my moves you can take!"

Qian Kunzi's face twisted viciously; that immortal‑bone Taoist face spasmed and contorted, looking like a Devil's visage.

"Yang Fei, I have to admit, your Divine Skills have exceeded my imagination."

"But of all the mistakes you could make, you should never have chosen to duel me on the Heavenly Mountain Summit."

As Qian Kunzi finished speaking, he suddenly drew in a deep breath, his fingers forming a spell.

Boom!

A yellow pillar of light suddenly shot out from above Qian Kunzi's Niwan Palace, the yellow beam dazzling beyond compare, piercing straight between heaven and earth.

Within the yellow light pillar, a flood dragon coiled and danced, winding through the air, continually letting out Dragon's Chant, its aura vast and sacred.

As he cast the spell, Qian Kunzi began to age at a speed visible to the naked eye.

His hair turned snow‑white in an instant, and wrinkles and age spots slowly appeared on his face.

At the same time, Dragon's Chant sounded from the east, south, west, and north all at once.

Four enormous phantoms appeared in the sky, gradually condensing into four dragon forms.

Though those dragons weren't physical entities, they were extremely solid, Scale Armor gleaming, lifelike as if breathing.

Yang Fei let out an "Oh," his face tinged with mockery.

"So you've cultivated Avatars too. You're trying to borrow the Kunlun Dragon Vein to condense your True Dragon Soul?"

"Tsk tsk, you actually thought of that. You really are quite the genius."

As he spoke, the four dragon forms had already flown to the top of Qian Kunzi's head, diving into the flood dragon above his crown and slowly merging.

Roar!

The flood dragon atop Qian Kunzi's head, after merging with the four dragons from the four directions, finally grew horns and five claws like a real dragon.

Golden Light blazed from that dragon's body, and it let out wave after wave of vast, sacred Dragon's Chant.

Xue Mingtai, An Zichen, and the others were all extremely calm people who rarely showed emotion.

But even they couldn't help their faces changing at this moment; everyone's heart tightened high up in their chest.

This was a True Dragon!

The legendary True Dragon that leaps through the cosmos and transforms infinitely!

As for everyone else, they were even more dumbstruck.

As a totem of worship, the dragon is, in many people's minds, an invincible and sacred existence.

No one had expected to actually witness one with their own eyes today.

"Holy shit, that's actually a True Dragon!"

"Divinity Transformation achieved—Qian Kunzi actually borrowed the Kunlun Dragon Vein to break through to the Divinity Transformation Stage."

"Wasn't he still at the Nascent Soul Stage? How did he break through to the Divinity Transformation Stage so fast?"

"From what I see, this time Qian Kunzi's breakthrough into Divinity Transformation is relying on the power of the Kunlun Dragon Vein, not his own strength."

"So his Realm can only be considered Half-Step into Deification, but even that isn't something Yang Fei can withstand."

...

The Cultivators present all boiled over.

Though their Cultivation wasn't top‑tier, their knowledge and insight were extraordinary; with just one glance they saw through the Mysteries of Qian Kunzi's condensation of Divinity Transformation.

Old Cat livestreamed all of this, and the streaming room instantly erupted into a storm.

"A True Dragon, I actually saw a dragon—this isn't some big boss in a game."

"Our Master Yang is in real danger now. No matter how strong he is, he can't possibly be a match for a True Dragon."

"Bullshit, Master Yang's Divine Skills are invincible. He'll definitely slice that fake dragon to pieces!"

...

Standing behind Old Cat, Yanzi watched the bullet comments from the netizens, her fists unconsciously clenching tight, deeply worried.

Liu Chan of the Ten Thousand Sword Sect stood behind the Yinxue Tower camp, heart uneasy, color draining from her face.

She shouted toward Yang Fei, "Master, strike now, while he hasn't fully achieved Divinity Transformation!"

Yang Fei still stood where he was, not moving at all, smiling as he said,

"No rush. I'd actually like to see just how powerful a Primordial Spirit condensed by this method really is."

Liu Chan was anxious inside, but didn't dare urge her master again.

She only gathered Spiritual Power, ready to support at any moment.

Yang Fei was certainly not some arrogant fool.

He understood clearly in his heart that Qian Kunzi's Primordial Spirit, though it looked formidable, was in fact strong only on the outside and hollow within.

How could he be compared to a true Spirit Transformation Expert?

If he ran into a genuine Spirit Transformation Expert, Yang Fei wouldn't say a word—he'd turn tail and run.

But the Qian Kunzi before him wasn't enough to make Yang Fei flee in panic.

In just a few breaths, the Giant Dragon in Qian Kunzi's Niwan Palace had completely condensed.

It bared its teeth and spread its five claws, letting out Dragon's Chant again and again, its might earth‑shaking.

Qian Kunzi laughed wildly. "Yang Fei, I'll make sure you die with no grave to be buried in."

As he spoke, the Divine Dragon within his Niwan Palace soared up and lunged straight at Yang Fei.

Whoosh!

Wind and Fire Wings sprouted from Yang Fei's sides, carrying him soaring into the air.

The Sky Wolf Blade swept out a blade aura over more than ten fathoms, slashing directly toward that Divine Dragon.

Clang!

The Sky Wolf Blade, which cuts through anything, struck that dragon body, but instead rang out with the metallic clash of gold and iron.

Yet the dragon's body only bore a shallow blade mark.

This One Blade from Yang Fei actually failed to injure Qian Kunzi's Primordial Spirit.