Reigning Supreme in countless worlds With Beast taming

The white-haired elder raised a divine whip while speaking, and as he changed the spell in his hands, the divine whip streaked across the void like lightning, moving with incomparable speed. It was so fast that several spiritual beasts couldn’t intercept it in time, and it struck directly at Qin Feng’s head.

Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang!

Five successive light sounds echoed as the divine whip flashed five times, its speed so fast that Qin Feng hardly had time to set up a defense.

However, in addition to various divine skills, he had a robust physical body. Seeing that evasion was not possible, he quickly raised both hands, parrying the strikes of the divine whip.

With every collision against the divine whip, Qin Feng’s figure couldn’t help but take a step back. Even though he was protected by tough, dark golden scale armor, his arms still ached intensely from the blows.

Without needing to inspect his body internally, Qin Feng knew his bones had cracked, and blood had already seeped out from under the scale armor on his arms.

The origin of this divine whip was unknown, but it possessed such formidable power that it had injured his strong Taoist body, truly taking Qin Feng by surprise.

If things continued this way, he felt he would definitely not be able to hold on for much longer and must find a way to turn and flee.

However, whether it was due to old age or some other reason, the elder didn’t continue to strike with the divine whip after the initial five blows, providing Qin Feng with a chance to catch his breath.

“Hiss…”

Qin Feng rubbed his arms several times, alleviating the pain in his limbs. The vigorous vitality within him quickly repaired the injuries, and within a few breaths, both the superficial and deep wounds, as well as the cracks in his bones, had healed as if they were never there.

This was the advantage of body refining techniques and why body cultivators, despite having fewer methods than magic cultivators, could still stand their ground against them.

Having healed the injuries on his arms, Qin Feng looked at the elder in amazement. He hadn’t expected this seemingly frail old man to fight so furiously—it truly was a case of appearances being deceiving!

However, it was evidently not easy for the elder to wield the Lightning Divine Whip. Otherwise, had he maintained such a strong offensive, Qin Feng would have long since fled, with no chance to seize the opportunity to kill Han Shan.

As expected, after the elder’s five successive strikes failed to severely injure Qin Feng, he furrowed his brows in difficulty and did not continue. Instead, he withdrew the divine whip and scoffed coldly, “Youngster, now you know how formidable I am. Hand over the Beiming Immortal Mansion if you know what’s good for you. Otherwise, if I strike with all my might, you won’t have a way to survive!”

“Hehe…”

Qin Feng chuckled and shook his head.

“What are you laughing at?”

The elder’s eyes changed, “Could it be that you’re really seeking death? Young man, think carefully. Cultivation is not easy, cherish it while you can. If you truly don’t value your life, I won’t hold back if I strike again!”

“Go to hell!”

Qin Feng moved like lightning, instantly appearing in front of the elder, and threw a punch toward the old man’s head, “Old thing, stop trying to throw your weight around due to your age. A mere divine weapon can’t scare me!”

In the middle of their conversation, Qin Feng had already unleashed hundreds of punches, and a torrent of heavy blows completely shattered the elder’s external defenses. A punch then landed squarely on his jaw.

The elder spat out blood, his figure directly sent flying by Qin Feng’s punch!

By the time he had finally steadied himself, with his chest heaving from anger, he pointed at Qin Feng and shouted, “Young man, have you no manners? I was in the middle of talking. How could you be so disrespectful and launch a sneak attack?”

“…”

Qin Feng nearly burst into laughter at the man’s words!

So, it was perfectly reasonable for you all to ambush me, join forces, and catch me off guard earlier, but now that I’ve come to fight you fair and square, you expect me to give you time to prepare?

He couldn’t be bothered to waste any more words with this fellow. With a forceful push of his feet, he made ripples in the void itself as he swiftly closed the distance and threw a punch.

“You…”

The elder’s face was filled with anger, and he opened his mouth to say something, but Qin Feng’s fierce punch forced him back, leaving him with no choice but to wield the Lightning Divine Whip again, forcing Qin Feng to retreat several steps. Only then did he call out for help to the others, “Are you not going to act quickly? Do you want to be defeated by him one by one?” seaʀᴄh thё Nôvel(F)ire.nёt website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

The other Primordial Spirit Cultivators weren’t idle; it’s just that they were entangled by the Spiritual Beasts under Qin Feng’s command and couldn’t assist the elder immediately.

Hearing the elder’s words, they realized the gravity of the situation. Han Shan had already perished, and if another Primordial Spirit were to fall to Qin Feng, their side would lose nearly half of its Primordial Spirit Realm Cultivators, and their morale would plummet drastically. They probably wouldn’t have the heart to oppose Qin Feng anymore and would instead become targets of his pursuit.

With so many Spiritual Beasts entangling them, it was uncertain how many would escape or if they would all end up leaving their lives here without the will to resist!

Consequently, the Primordial Spirit Realm Cultivators all shouted and used their full power to cast spells and control Spiritual Treasures, repelling the entangled Spiritual Beasts forcefully—even if they could not defeat them, they could still launch a few spells or Magical Treasures at Qin Feng, drawing a fraction of his attention in an attempt to prevent him from killing another ally; otherwise, their ambush would end in complete failure!

“Hmph!”

In the face of these attacks, Qin Feng let out a cold snort through his nostrils.

Then, the nine dragon heads that had retracted into his body reappeared, and with the deafening sound of dragon roars, the immense Dharma Image revealed itself.

The Nine-Headed Ghost Fire Flame Dragon Dharma Image swung its long tail, sweeping away several Magical Treasures, and its colossal claws smashed several Divine Skills. Then it raised all nine heads and simultaneously spewed out flames, water, Golden Wind, and thunder, ignoring the others and concentrating all its Attack Power on the elder.

At that moment, not just the elder, but also the faces of the other Primordial Spirit Cultivators went ashen.

Although they had taken Qin Feng very seriously after he killed Han Shan, it was only when the Nine-Headed Ghost Fire Flame Dragon Dharma showed up that they realized they had still underestimated Qin Feng’s strength!

“What kind of Dharma Image is this, and why is it so huge?”

Lady Huarui, with her beautiful appearance, couldn’t help but shake, her chest heaving, which made her already full figure seem even more tempting.

However, at that moment, no one was paying attention to her. Instead, they all turned to look at the towering Dharma Image.

If the Dharma Image had been just a little bigger, it would have been fine, but besides being huge, it was also incredibly powerful, which made not only Lady Huarui tremble with admiration, but also shamed the others.

Compared to Qin Feng’s Dharma Image, theirs seemed all too insignificant; they were simply not in the same league!

Although the power of a Dharma Image is not solely determined by size, being larger obviously means it possesses substantial strength, as such a vast form can contain vast power. Not to mention, Qin Feng’s Dharma Image not only radiated strong Principle Fluctuations but upon closer inspection, it was covered with Divine Runes in various places.

Whether it was the horns, claws, scales, body, or even the eyes, minute Divine Runes flickered in and out of view, indicating that Qin Feng had cultivated far more Divine Skills than the average person—how could the power of his Dharma Image be weak?

This was the cause of the profound shock among the Primordial Spirit Cultivators.

When they came to their senses, they knew for certain that they had kicked against the iron plate and provoked someone they shouldn’t have provoked!

An existence with such strength was definitely not simply more powerful in combat; they had seen peak Dharma Image cultivators who could battle across levels before, but none as overwhelmingly powerful as Qin Feng—apart from the few legends left from the Ancient Great Tribulation, they had not heard of anyone in the current Cultivation World with such a profound foundation of strength.

“Roar…”

With the deafening sound of dragon roars echoing through the void, a barrage of strong Divine Skills also reached the elderly man.

During this, Qin Feng, along with the Death Curse Crow and the Spring and Autumn Cicada, did not cease their actions; a multitude of attacks continued unabated.

At this moment, the elderly man was virtually facing the siege of more than ten opponents at once, and the attacking techniques were incredibly potent, even eerily so, which immediately overwhelmed him.

The elderly man let out a roar of fury, no longer concerned with lecturing Qin Feng about fairness, as layers of Spirit Light flickered incessantly over his body. He employed all his defense measures including his vestment robe, trying to fight for a sliver of a chance to live.

Alas, he faced far too many attacks at once and, in his haste, he could hardly fend them off. He was quickly breached in defense, struck by a blast of cold that nearly froze his blood instantly and formed a thick layer of Cold Ice outside his body, sealing him within.

Although the elderly man used every trick in his arsenal and spared no expense of his Primordial Spirit’s origin to unleash the potential of his physical body and muster formidable strength to shatter the external Cold Ice, it was still a step too late.

For Qin Feng hadn’t given him that chance at all, as the second wave of Divine Skills was already being cast.

With the rumbling of thunder crashing through, the elderly man, who specialized in Thunder Element Skills, ultimately could not withstand the powerful assault. He died under the Thunder Technique he was most skilled in, his body shattered and charred by the barrage of thunder unleashed by one of the Nine-Headed Ghost Fire Flame Dragon’s heads, his Primordial Spirit crushed, leaving behind no trace of life.

Qin Feng flipped his palm, and the Dharma Image behind him extended a massive dragon claw.

With the dharma image’s entity using the Divine Power Technique Azure Dragon’s Probe Claw, it directly grabbed the Divine Whip, which was attempting to escape through a flash of lightning.

This Divine Whip was rather mystical, being an Immortal Level Divine Weapon. It could injure Qin Feng by relying on the treasure beforehand, which showed its extraordinary power. Qin Feng certainly couldn’t let this Treasure slip away!

The Divine Whip transformed into a bolt of lightning, twisting and leaping in an attempt to break free from the dragon claw’s Binding.

But without its master’s command and the supply of True Yuan, even though the Divine Weapon possessed extraordinary power, it could not resist the multitude of Qin Feng’s techniques.

As he manipulated the Dharma Image, a series of strong Principal Fluctuations accompanied by Sealing Divine Power came crashing down, forcibly Sealing the whip that had turned into lightning.

Once the Divine Whip dispersed the lightning and returned to its original form, it suddenly became docile, its presence concealed and utterly inconspicuous, much like a common piece of iron.

Curious, Qin Feng examined it for a few moments, but to be safe, he first stored it in the Demon Refining Pot to prevent it from slipping away while it was still unrefined, especially since he had slain the whip’s master—there was no way it would easily submit to him.

“He killed Elder She?”

The other Primordial Spirit Cultivators were shocked, their will to fight completely vanishing as they used their techniques in an attempt to flee.

However, having lost two Primordial Spirit Cultivators in succession, they were already outnumbered by Qin Feng’s Spiritual Beasts, and now they were severely lacking in numbers, making it difficult to retreat against the greater number of spiritual beasts.

The one dealing with a Spiritual Beast on his own was no better off, for he faced the ferocious Hellhound.

Though the Hellhound had not been a Demigod for long, as a monster born from the Netherworld Death Country, it was innately vicious and had fought countless battles, gaining an abundance of combat experience.

Moreover, its primary combat method relied on various innate abilities inherited through its bloodline, which differed greatly from the Demon Beasts commonly seen in the Cultivation World, making Cultivators highly unaccustomed to fighting it.

As a result, even if the Hellhound’s strength was slightly inferior to its opponent’s, the Primordial Spirit Cultivator couldn’t shake off its entanglement in a short time, finding it difficult to break free and escape.

The first to break away from her opponent was Lady Huarui.

Although she was a woman, her Dao Cultivation was profound, her spells were exceedingly exquisite, and she possessed formidable Illusion Techniques, so the moment she set her mind on escaping, she quickly shed the Ghost-Faced Spider and the Life Tree.

However, just as she had erected her Light Escape and was about to flee, a sudden Dragon Roar sounded in her ears, and when she looked up, she saw Qin Feng’s colossal Dharma Image blocking her path.

“Daoist Fellow, do you truly intend to be so ruthlessly thorough?”

Lady Huarui revealed a pitiable expression on her face, looking at Qin Feng with a charming gaze.

In response to the woman’s inquiry, Qin Feng didn’t answer in words but responded with action; the Nine-Headed Ghost Fire Flame Dragon Dharma Image lunged upwards, opening its massive maw to engulf her petite body.

“Damn you!”

Lady Huarui’s pretty face turned icy, she bit down hard on her silvery teeth, and let out a delicate shout, her figure drifting like a petal in the wind, gently floating towards Qin Feng.

She knew well that she couldn’t match the formidable Dharma Image, so her only option was to focus her efforts on Qin Feng’s body.

Although Qin Feng’s true form was also extremely powerful, after all, it wasn’t as ferocious and hard to defend against as the Nine-Headed Dharma Form!

“Go to hell, old lady!”

Lady Huarui’s slender jade fingers bloomed like lotus, directly condensing a peony of unmatched beauty.

The peony petals unfurled layer by layer, seemingly infinite, each blooming petal would automatically fall off, spinning like a blade, carrying an edge that sliced through the Void and cut towards Qin Feng.

When all the petals had bloomed, revealing the stamen within, even more intense waves of fragrance emanated, a scent so enchanting it assaulted Qin Feng’s Divine Soul; but this seemingly beautiful stamen was in fact sharper than swords. Anyone entrapped within would likely face a slim chance of survival.

“Interesting!”

Upon seeing Lady Huarui’s Divine Power Technique, Qin Feng couldn’t help but nod, feeling that this mode of attack was somewhat similar to his Karma Fire Red Lotus.

However, the Karma Fire Red Lotus was an Immortal Artifact, while what Lady Huarui employed was a Divine Power Technique, which made a great difference between the two.

As he saw myriad petals swirling towards him, Qin Feng opened his mouth and exhaled a gust of Golden Wind, blowing over the numerous petals.

Despite the petals’ mighty force, they couldn’t withstand the wild Golden Wind, which directly scattered their arrangement, leaving only pairs and trios of petals that dodged the wind’s energy but already lost any semblance of order.

Following that, Qin Feng bellowed, and the Ruyi Golden Light in his hand transformed into the Demon-Suppressing Treasure Mallet, plunging straight into the heart of the peony.