Outside, his arm, emanating from the cold sword's aura, began to crack inch by inch, as if it would explode into pieces at any moment.
Wang Feng pulled out the Blood Burning Pill and swallowed all the pills he could, as long as his body could withstand it.
In an instant, Wang Feng forcibly raised his cultivation level to the Spirit Transformation Realm.
Spirit Transformation!
In an instant, Wang Feng felt the spiritual energy flowing through his meridians begin to attach to his flesh and blood.
It circulates throughout the entire body, from the meridians to the flesh and blood, filling the whole body with spiritual energy, an explosive power.
But this is only temporary, thanks to the elixir that burns the body's potential.
"Father!"
Upon seeing this, Xiaolong burst into tears, and his aura became fierce and domineering, radiating red, blue, and golden light.
"No! Father is alright, don't turn back into your original form!"
Wang Feng switched the cold sword, which had been sealed in his mouth, to his other hand.
She rushed back and scooped up the little dragon, stopping her from reverting to her original form.
Wang Feng was certain that there were still people watching them from the shadows.
They are now being tempted by an imperial artifact.
They were just unsure if Wang Feng had any other trump cards up his sleeve, since someone who possessed an Emperor-level artifact was definitely not a simple character.
This caused them to remain wary and dare not show themselves, since no one wanted to die.
Even if a Saint King Realm cultivator came, although they wouldn't necessarily die at the hands of Wang Feng, who was at the Spirit Expansion Realm, they wouldn't fare well against an Emperor-level artifact.
If Xiaolong were to revert to his true form now, things would be difficult today. It's estimated that not only will there be people at the Yuan San realm, but also those at the Saint King realm.
Even a single dragon would be enough to drive them crazy, let alone a real dragon like Xiaolong.
Luck in the sixth second...
The system's wheel started spinning, its clicking sound echoing in Wang Feng's mind, but Wang Feng had no interest in watching it.
His right arm, which was about to explode, lifted Xiaolong up, while his left hand held the cold sword, his hand trembling wildly in unbearable pain.
But his expression remained calm; a mere serious injury was nothing to worry about.
If the cold sword hadn't now recognized him as its master, he probably wouldn't even be able to hold it. The fact that he could launch an attack without falling down already shows how strong he is.
Because the system has forcefully unsealed the Cold Sword, it is now a true Emperor-level weapon.
He was completely bewildered when he saw the Cold Sword. How did he summon this thing and forcibly unseal it?
The ninth second of good fortune...
Carrying Xiaolong, Wang Feng fought his way out of the city.
The rats hiding in the shadows appeared, and suddenly three cultivators at the third level of the Yuan Realm appeared.
The three cultivators just now didn't appear because Hongyun had clouded their judgment and kept them preoccupied with their own interests.
Now that time has passed, they come out and are eyeing Wang Feng menacingly.
Countless people stared at the cold sword in his hand, their eyes filled with greed, trembling, and fear.
An imperial artifact! This is an imperial artifact!
"Kill him!"
This time it was no longer a dispute between Wang Feng, the Wang family, and the Heavenly Mystery Holy Land, but between every cultivator who saw him.
But despite their shouting, not a single one of them dared to go up.
The scene of that sword wiping out 90% of the people was still deeply etched in their minds.
"Daddy~"
Xiao Long cried out in heartache as Wang Feng held him in his arms. Wang Feng chuckled and comforted him, saying, "It's alright."
They had already run out of the city, and apart from a few people behind them, there was no one left in front of him and Xiaolong.
As Xiaolong was held in Wang Feng's arms, he looked at the bad guys behind him, and with a "poof," a pair of horns grew from the top of his head.
Sizzle!!
boom!!
A bolt of lightning shot out from the horn on the little dragon's head, instantly blasting some cultivators behind it to pieces; even some Spirit Transformation Realm cultivators couldn't withstand it.
Wang Feng looked at Xiaolong with surprise in his eyes, secretly giving her a thumbs up in his heart. She truly deserves to be called a real dragon.
Wang Feng watched as the relentless cultivators, who had already run dozens of kilometers and had been killed by the little dragon, continued to chase him.
Meanwhile, the three cultivators at the Yuan San realm were putting pressure on Wang Feng from the sky, slowly following behind.
"Damn you guys!"
Wang Feng ran with Xiao Long for a while, but he couldn't take it anymore.
Taking advantage of the fact that there weren't many people around, Wang Feng made the already weakened little dragon transform back into its original form and darted into the dragon totem on his chest.
To Wang Feng's surprise, even though Xiao Long was on the verge of death, he still had the ability to restore Wang Feng's life.
He felt much better after the totem on his chest flashed red, blue and gold light, which had made his wound, which had been in excruciating pain, feel much more comfortable.
Moreover, his strength had increased, his spiritual energy was rapidly recovering, and he was frantically absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.
The three cultivators at the Yuan San Realm saw the little dragon's true form, and their pupils shrank sharply. No wonder the little girl suddenly grew a pair of horns.
After the three of them figured it out, they all burst into laughter, but none of them said a word; each of them had ulterior motives.
Clearly, they didn't want others to know, and countless people following behind listened to the faint laughter from the sky, completely bewildered.
"Stop laughing! Today I'm going to kill all three of you!"
Wang Feng roared and flew into the sky, advancing instead of retreating, and charged towards the three cultivators at the third level of the Yuan Realm.
With a soft "poof!", a pair of horns sprouted from Wang Feng's head, and his body was covered in golden dragon scales.
This is... capability sharing!
Wang Feng was both surprised and delighted. With a thought, just as he expected, the golden dragon scales on his body disappeared.
With another thought, dragon scales appeared on his arm.
Wang Feng raised his eyes, filled with murderous intent, and looked at the three cultivators at the third level of the Yuan Realm.
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