The Kunpeng Method

"Tomorrow, I shall have you storm Martial Soul Hall!"

When Jiang Li spoke these words, his tone was overbearing, yet laced with absolute confidence.

Golden Light Eagle and Er Ming exchanged a glance, both feeling their blood begin to boil.

What kind of place was Martial Soul Hall?

Less than an hour ago, the two of them had personally fought their way in and back out again.

Seven Title Douluo, Golden Crocodile Douluo at level ninety-eight, the unfathomable Bibi Dong, and that presence within the Worship Hall—the one who hadn't even made a move yet, but whose mere aura made one's scalp tingle.

In such a dragon's den, even an ordinary Title Douluo wouldn't dare claim they could storm in and retreat unscathed.

Yet Jiang Li was telling Xiao Wu to go tomorrow, to strike again at the very moment the enemy's defenses would be at their tightest.

Was this the taboo style of the Star Dou Forest? It was insane!

Golden Light Eagle, in particular, felt this deeply.

He had spent ten thousand years in the Star Dou Forest; his own strength was mediocre, and he had survived solely by being quick-witted. He sensed the scent of opportunity almost by instinct.

Before, there had been the Myriad Beast Heaven Tilt, a scene of such boundless scale that it was only natural for a ten-thousand-year soul beast like him to charge at the front.

But now, it was different.

The group heading to Martial Soul Hall would consist of only the three of them.

Three people storming Martial Soul Hall—surely he wouldn't be expected to just tag along with the strength of a ten-thousand-year soul beast?

This was a mission to personally protect the little princess!

The rewards—weren't they coming now?

Golden Light Eagle's internal abacus clattered away, though his expression remained one of utmost respect.

Jiang Li's gaze swept over and lingered on Golden Light Eagle for a moment.

"You little eagle," Jiang Li's lips curled slightly, "you are quite clever."

Golden Light Eagle's feathers stood on end, followed by a surge of wild joy.

So what if he had been seen through?

The big shot was praising his intelligence!

This meant that his previous thoughts hadn't annoyed the master, but had instead been recognized because he had guessed the master's intent correctly!

It was worth the blood and sweat he had just shed—the rewards were arriving!

Golden Light Eagle didn't even dare to fly; holding Jiang Li in the highest regard, he moved his thick, sturdy claws and trotted over.

A ten-thousand-year Golden Light Eagle with a wingspan of several yards, now tucking its wings and taking small, mincing steps, looked truly comical.

Yet, Golden Light Eagle felt no shame.

In the presence of a taboo existence, let alone running, even crawling would be a supreme honor.

Jiang Li extended his hand, and an ancient booklet appeared out of thin air in his palm.

The booklet possessed a strange luster, somewhere between gold and cyan. There were no words on the cover, only the faint, flickering silhouette of a divine bird between the pages.

The divine bird spread its wings like clouds hanging from the sky, and when it entered the sea, it transformed into a fish that could swallow a boat—it was the Kunpeng, an ancient divine beast long extinct from the myriad worlds.

This cultivation technique was the Kunpeng Method, obtained by Jiang Li during a sign-in.

It was suitable for fish-type and flying-type soul beasts, allowing them to acquire a trace of the Kunpeng's bloodline abilities.

For a flying soul beast like Golden Light Eagle, this technique was tailor-made.

Jiang Li flipped the booklet open, and a light interwoven with cyan and gold shot out from the pages, sinking straight into the center of Golden Light Eagle's brow.

Golden Light Eagle's body stiffened violently.

Immediately after, the soul power within him began to churn violently, like boiling oil set aflame.

Everyone held their breath; only Er Ming subconsciously took half a step back.

He knew this feeling all too well.

Not long ago, when the Demon Emperor Bone entered his body, he had experienced a similar sensation.

It was the feeling of one's body being forcibly remolded by a power far exceeding one's capacity to bear; every pore was burning, and every bone was screaming.

The pain was truly agonizing.

But the rewards following that pain were equally terrifying.

An hour later.

The feathers all over Golden Light Eagle's body suddenly exploded outward.

Those dark golden feathers, which had been battered and scattered during the battle at Martial Soul City, peeled away like cicada shells, replaced by a brand-new set of wings.

The new feathers possessed a strange hue between gold and cyan, with a faint cyan halo flowing along the edge of every feather, as if wrapped in a thin layer of the sky.

Golden Light Eagle looked up and let out a piercing cry that shattered the clouds and cracked stone.

A terrifying aura erupted from within him, shooting straight into the heavens; flying soul beasts within a hundred-mile radius prostrated themselves on the ground at the exact same moment, trembling in fear.

That was a suppression originating from the depths of the bloodline.

Kunpeng, the ancestor of all birds and the patriarch of all fish.

Even though the Golden Light Eagle had only obtained a sliver of the Kunpeng bloodline ability, this sliver was enough to grant it a natural kingly majesty before all flying soul beasts.

The Golden Light Eagle suddenly spread its wings.

The wingspan remained three zhang, yet the moment they unfolded, the surrounding space twisted in a way visible to the naked eye.

It gave a light flap of its wings.

In the next instant, it appeared a hundred zhang away.

There was no sound of wind.

There were no afterimages.

There was not even a trace of soul power fluctuation.

It was a pure, near-teleportation displacement.

Ultimate speed!

Countless pieces of new information flooded into the Golden Light Eagle's mind; these were the abilities bestowed upon it by the Kunpeng Method.

In this form, its speed had reached a level that was almost unreasonable.

Even a Titled Douluo known for speed would only be left eating its dust at its full velocity.

And that was not all.

With a thought from the Golden Light Eagle, the three feathers at the end of its tail detached automatically and hovered beside it.

Those three feathers were a dark, somber gold, with a faint black halo flowing at their tips, as if they could absorb all the surrounding light.

Shadow Pin.

This was the second ability the Kunpeng Method bestowed upon the Golden Light Eagle.

It could use these three special feathers to pin an enemy's shadow; once the shadow was pinned, the enemy's physical body would be unable to move an inch.

Whether for pursuit or escape, once locked by Shadow Pin, there would be no road to heaven and no door to the earth.

What was even better was that this ability was a perfect match for Er Ming's Thunderlight Fist.

Er Ming's frontal explosive power was enough to shake a level 98 Titled Douluo, but if an enemy wanted to run, his brute strength might not be enough to catch them.

But now, with Shadow Pin, Er Ming only needed to swing his fists, and the enemy wouldn't even have the chance to flee.

Before the Golden Light Eagle could even feel smug, a third wave of information flooded its mind.

Its dark golden pupils contracted sharply.

In its perception, the Kunpeng bloodline within its body concealed yet another form.

A form completely different from the flight form.

It could transform its wings into fins, its feathers into scales, and turn its sky-soaring body into a giant fish lurking in the deep sea.

In that form, while its speed would decrease, it would gain an even more terrifying ability.

Devour.

Devour everything!

Whether it was a soul power attack or a physical attack, as long as it fell into the mouth of the giant fish it transformed into, it would be completely devoured and converted into its own nourishment.

Kunpeng: in the sky, it is a Peng; in the sea, it is a Kun.

This was the true power of the ancient divine beast!