In the azure sky, no clouds could be seen, only a blazing sun hanging high, the scorching heat causing the air to subtly distort, as if about to ignite at any mont.
Looking around, the entire vista was an empty wasteland.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh...
The hot wind blew fiercely, causing pebbles on the ground to roll uncontrollably. Most of the people in the caravan were robust Martial Artists, yet they all felt waves of heat rising in their hearts, constantly taking out skins to drink water.
Even the horses in the caravan, with Demon Beast bloodlines, were restless, breathing out hot air due to the unbearable high temperature.
"Big Market City is located on the edge of the Red Fla Desert. The Fire Yuan Qi here is extrely wild, and the Demon Beasts living here are ferocious. Everyone, be careful."
Upon entering the wasteland, a middle-aged Martial Artist, who appeared very steady, imdiately shouted to remind everyone.
The crowd listlessly responded. The scorching heat made it impossible for anyone to muster any strength.
Luo Ying rode beside Luo Feng, her pretty face slightly red, breathing gently, with crystal sweat seeping from her smooth forehead.
Even though she had already deployed Protective Gang Energy to isolate the heat, she still felt the unbearable heat, with even the wind carrying a scorching breath.
Her beautiful eyes glanced to the side, seeing Luo Feng sitting upright on the horseback, eyes slightly closed, looking composed and relaxed, with faint fluctuations of Yuan Qi coming from his body, indicating he was cultivating.
"What a cultivation maniac..."
Luo Ying’s lips curled into a smile. Initially, she was very surprised at the drastic changes Luo Feng underwent in the past year, even a bit envious.
But throughout this journey, her mood gradually cald down. Even while traveling, Luo Feng would seize any mont to cultivate, a tenacity that surpassed most people, making her feel self-conscious.
She gently exhaled, turning her gaze to Zi Ling, and spoke:
"Zi Ling, co onto my horse; it might be cooler."
Zi Ling slightly shook her head, laughing softly, "Luo Ying, why don’t you co onto my horse instead."
Hmm?
Luo Ying raised her brows, noticing for the first ti that Zi Ling’s little face was free of any sweat, her eyes couldn’t help but show so doubt.
Zi Ling had just broken through to the fifth level of the ridian Wheel Realm a few days ago, her cultivation far inferior to Luo Ying’s, yet she was not affected by the wild Fire Yuan Qi here.
Zi Ling smiled, taking out a small exquisite pouch from under her snow-white neck, with strands of seven-colored light emanating from it.
"What is this?"
Luo Ying exclaid in surprise. As soon as the pouch appeared, she felt the surrounding temperature cool down a bit, with the originally scorching wind becoming refreshing and pleasant.
Zi Ling held the pouch, lightly biting her red lips with her pearly teeth, her eyes bright as stars, stealing a glance at Luo Feng, her youthful face bearing a lively smile:
"This is the birthday gift the Young Master gave ; he said it’s called a Water Splitting Bead."
"The Demon Core of the seven-colored Demon Beast ’Seven-colored Water-splitting Python’, of course."
Luo Ying’s eyes lit up slightly, then her figure darted behind Zi Ling, speaking, "You seem so happy talking about Luo Feng’s gift. Don’t you like the gift your sister gave you?"
As she spoke, Luo Ying lightly scratched Zi Ling.
"Giggle..."
Instantly, a crisp laughter sounded, with Zi Ling bursting into laughter, twisting her delicate body, repeatedly waving her hands:
"Luo Ying... good sister, I do like your gift too... it’s just... ah... don’t scratch there... giggle... so itchy..."
Hearing the laughter, many Martial Artists nearby were drawn to look at Zi Ling and Luo Ying, laughing and playing on horseback.
Both Luo Ying and Zi Ling had beauty that surpassed the average girl; Luo Ying had an elegant charm befitting a lady from a prestigious family, pleasing to the eye. Zi Ling, younger, was charming and lively, pure and innocent, like a budding flower in the morning dew, full of youthful liveliness.
Seeing the two enchanting girls playfully teasing each other, the Martial Artists’ hearts raced, and Han Qi even stared in awe, though when he noticed Luo Feng nearby, his pupils slightly trembled, flashed with deep fear, quickly withdrawing his gaze.
The group marched tens of miles in the sweltering wasteland, as if confirming the middle-aged Martial Artist’s earlier words, the transparent and clear sky suddenly erupted with dazzling flashes of light, making it seem as if the entire sky was ablaze.
Soon, sharp cries pierced through the sky. Within the firelight, large flocks of massive fire-colored birds were faintly visible, rushing towards them.
"It’s fire flamingos!"
"There... there must be over a hundred fire flamingos here."
"Bad luck, it seems we’ve encountered a flock. Everybody be cautious."
"They’re coming!"
The fire flamingos were extrely fast, wings flashing, descending from the sky like heavenly fire.
Hiss hiss hiss hiss hiss hiss...
Upon reaching above the caravan, the leading fire flamingo let out a fierce roar, opening its giant mouth, spewing fiery light and flas, covering the whole caravan.
The flas had yet to descend, but everyone felt an unbearable wave of heat, sweating profusely, their faces flushed red, with the sweat on their faces evaporating instantly, expressions turning solemn.
Although fire flamingos rely equated to fourth-level Spiritual Rotation Realm Martial Artists, with such a large number, even sixth-level Spiritual Rotation Realm Martial Artists would be torn to pieces.
Swish!
Just as everyone was on high alert, ready for battle, Luo Feng opened his eyes, the Emperor Yan’s Sky-breaking Saber appearing in his hand.
"Spring Breeze-as-Heart-Wills Saber!"
As the saber was drawn, the Fla Light on the Emperor Yan’s Sky-breaking Saber exploded in brilliance, suddenly whirling out, shooting towards where the firelight was densest, a red haze rising between heaven and earth.
The crowd saw only a fiery red glow, like a blazing sun, flickering in the air.
Rip! Rip...
The sound of cloth being torn echoed, massive flas and Demon Qi were sliced in half, the trailing fire flamingos fell from the sky, their crimson blood dyeing the wasteland in large patches.
The surviving fire flamingos screeched sorrowfully, scattering in escape.
Clang!
The Emperor Yan’s Sky-breaking Saber automatically returned to Luo Feng’s hand, whom promptly sheathed it.
Everyone’s eyes widened; at that mont, they finally rembered the caravan included a renowned expert from the New Dragon Rank, and what surprised them wasn’t Luo Feng’s strength per se, but the Drawing Saber Technique he just used.
Such a simple drawing of the saber had such power, instantly slaughtering over a hundred fire flamingos!
The saber speed upon drawing was several tis the speed of sound, with many only seeing a flash of red light, the Emperor Yan’s Sky-breaking Saber had already returned to Luo Feng’s hand, leaving behind a ground full of fire flamingos’ bodies.
This kind of magical saber technique was truly terrifying.
No one present had the confidence to dodge such a saber technique; facing this saber, in an instant, they would end up with bodies parted from their heads.
Sitting atop the horse, Luo Feng looked down at the ground covered with fire flamingos’ corpses, a trace of satisfaction visible in his eyes.
After reaching the third layer of Spring Breeze-as-Heart-Wills Saber, one could send the saber flying out instantly upon drawing it, spinning to kill enemies. As long as the Martial Artist’s Yuan Qi wasn’t depleted, they could retrieve the saber at any ti, wielding it at will, with both the damage and attack range incomparable to before.
If the enemy was completely unprepared, using this move would surely produce unexpected effects.
Taking a deep breath, Luo Feng paid no attention to the gazing crowd, speaking:
"Continue the journey."
Tugging the reins, Luo Feng clamped the horse’s belly with his legs, galloping towards the northwest.
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