War God

The people below watched in stunned silence. Kenyon was bloodied and battered, while Luo Feng remained calm and unscathed. It was enough to show how powerful Luo Feng had become. He had only just entered the Saint Domain, yet he had utterly defeated Kenyon in a single move-and Kenyon was a personal disciple of the War God.

"How is that possible?"

"How is that possible? Lord Luo Feng is completely unharmed, while Lord Kenyon is seriously injured. It was only one move..."

Countless spectators were utterly shocked. From the fight between Luo Feng and Kenyon, it was easy to see the gap between them now.

Sitting on the Silver Dragon's back, Luo Feng saw Kenyon's miserable condition and sighed softly. Kenyon had once seemed like a great mountain to him, but now...

"After bullying a disciple of our War God Sect, do you think you can simply leave?" A voice came from within War God Mountain.

A streak of light flew in from the distance at an outrageously fast speed; even Luo Feng couldn't make it out clearly. In terms of speed alone, Luo Feng was definitely no match for the newcomer. But the man seemed to be from the War God Sect, so Luo Feng had no choice but to be on guard.

Luo Feng studied the man carefully. He wore a very plain cyan robe. His figure was rather lean, yet he stood straight as a post. His hair was also cyan, cut just three inches short. Even from behind, he gave off an exceptionally fierce and resolute impression.

"Eldest senior brother," Kenyon said respectfully from the ground.

The man with short turquoise hair turned to look at him. When his gaze fell on Luo Feng and their eyes met, Luo Feng felt his very soul tremble. A soul attack. Luo Feng immediately understood: this man was Fain, one of the five supreme experts of the Yulan Continent in the original story.

The eldest senior brother looked at Luo Feng and said indifferently, "You're Luo Feng? You said the people of the War God Sect couldn't withstand a single blow?"

"What are you trying to say?" Now that Luo Feng knew the newcomer was Fain, he no longer intended to leave. Hearing Fain's words, he answered.

"Nothing much. I simply heard you say that the disciples of the War God Sect couldn't withstand a single blow, so I'd like to ask you for a few pointers. How about it?" Fain said, looking at Luo Feng.

How could Luo Feng fail to understand what Fain meant? But Fain was one of the five supreme experts, and Luo Feng was utterly outmatched. Moreover, Fain specialized in soul attacks, making him an even worse opponent for Luo Feng.

Seeing that Luo Feng said nothing, Fain didn't continue to taunt him. When he thought of the War God's instructions, Fain smiled slightly and was no longer angry.

"Kenyon, this was indeed your fault. But since Luo Feng has already seriously injured you, I won't punish you further. Go back to War God Mountain and focus on your cultivation." Fain looked at Kenyon, and seeing his miserable state, said nothing more.

Fain turned to Luo Feng. "Rest here for a while. In the evening, I'll take you to see our teacher," he said with a smile.

"The War God?" Luo Feng raised an eyebrow.

The War God wanted to see him in person? Luo Feng knew that the War God was merely a Fire Element Lowgod who had refined a divine spark. But on the Yulan Continent, in this era, the War God reigned supreme. The gods had yet to descend as they would a few hundred years later, and there were only three Deity-level experts on the Yulan Continent now. Of course, the Purple-Gold Rat King and those other two were in hiding.

"Teacher naturally has a reason for seeing you. I'll meditate nearby. If you need anything, you can ask me." Fain didn't want to waste time on Luo Feng either. He went straight to a rock that had been worn flat by sitting and sat down cross-legged, closing his eyes. Looking at Fain as he meditated, Luo Feng wondered why the War God wanted to see him. There were still a few hundred years before the Necropolis of the Gods opened, so there seemed to be no reason to see a little fellow like him who was merely at the Saint Domain.

I wonder what the War God wants. Luo Feng stopped thinking about it and sat down cross-legged nearby, quietly beginning to contemplate and cultivate. In the blink of an eye, the sun had set.

Fain, who had been sitting cross-legged on the rock, suddenly blurred and vanished from it. He reappeared beside the rock. Seeing that Luo Feng had been cultivating with a tranquil mind all along, Fain nodded inwardly.

True experts all had to be able to endure solitude.

In the original story, Olivier had meditated alone on a barren mountain for three whole years, and Linley had likewise spent three years cultivating diligently in the Mountain Range of Magical Beasts. If one couldn't endure solitude, talent was useless, no matter how great. Luo Feng himself had also spent more than ten years tempering himself in the Magical Beast Forest.

"Luo Feng, it's about time. Come with me to see Teacher," Fain said with a smile.

Luo Feng opened his eyes and immediately rose to follow Fain.

Fain walked to the edge of the mountain path, then flew straight down. Luo Feng followed the Profound Mysteries of Speed and naturally had an advantage in speed. Pushing off the ground, he too drifted down.

In just a short while, Fain landed halfway down the mountain, and Luo Feng landed as well. Having read the original story, Luo Feng naturally knew that this was where the War God O'Brien cultivated. Because the War God had obtained a Lowgod Fire Godhead, he followed the Profound Mysteries of Fire.

The surrounding stone walls were all crimson. After walking for a while, Luo Feng spotted a black stone door ahead. Despite the intense heat, the door showed no sign of turning red. Presumably, it wasn't made of any ordinary material.

Whoosh, whoosh. Currents of scorching air flowed out from inside the stone door, accompanied by a faint pressure. Faced with it, Luo Feng actually felt an urge to bow in worship.

"Teacher, I have brought Luo Feng," Fain said respectfully.

The War God?

The War God was right behind the stone door!

Luo Feng had been fairly calm, but now he couldn't stop his heart from racing. After all, the War God was still a peerless expert standing at the pinnacle of the Yulan Continent at this time. Luo Feng had only heard of him before and learned about him from books, but now only a stone door separated them.

"All right, Fain, you may withdraw," an indifferent voice said.

"Yes, Teacher." Fain respectfully withdrew.

The War God's voice remained indifferent. "Luo Feng, you are quite impressive. At twenty-nine, you have already become a Saint Domain expert, and in your cultivation as a Saint Domain expert, you have already set foot on the path of comprehending the Elemental Laws."

Luo Feng's expression remained unchanged as he listened quietly to the War God.

"I received instructions from the three lords of the Dark Forest, Harry and the others, not to interfere in the grudge between you and Kenyon. I have no wish to involve myself in your grudge. What interests me more is that you actually have a connection to those three lords. Given their status, I have to say, you really are a lucky brat to have gotten involved with them." There was a trace of envy in the War God's voice.

Then the War God waved his hand, and a beam of red light shot toward Luo Feng. Greatly alarmed, Luo Feng hurriedly raised a hand to block it, but the red light drove him back dozens of steps. He opened his palm, and there, lying on it, was a crimson ring. Luo Feng knew it was a spatial ring.

"You may leave. Consider this ring the price Kenyon must pay for attacking you. All right, you may go." The War God's voice was cold to the extreme.