Boom!
The next moment, Ze Lian attacked, filled with rage, and a sword strike aimed at Yang Feilong. His speed was astonishing, like lightning.
Even in his human form, Ze Lian displayed his extraordinary speed talent.
This was a unique gift of the Qing Luan tribe, something others could not learn!
Yang Feilong's clothes fluttered without wind, his footsteps light, the Shan Hai sword in hand, and he unleashed a counter-strike.
With a deafening roar, amidst the clash, one figure was sent flying backward. The one sent flying was Ze Lian, shock in his eyes. His opponent was indeed in the Nascent Soul realm, otherwise, he wouldn't have been so easily repelled!
Seeing Yang Feilong darting forward like a shadow, his movement technique of "Shadow Follows" at its peak, Ze Lian felt immense pressure. His long sword suddenly vanished, and his body instantly transformed, shifting into the Qing Luan form, its massive wings spreading several meters wide.
Whoosh!
A flash of speed, and he disappeared from his original position, reappearing behind Yang Feilong, spitting out a barrage of wind blades that swept towards him.
The Qing Luan's extreme speed made Yang Feilong's eyes narrow slightly. The next moment, he too vanished from his spot.
Ze Lian's attack missed!
Yang Feilong had initially believed that with his movement technique having reached the third level of "Within Reach," he would have no equal in the Nascent Soul realm. But now, he realized he was wrong. The innate divine abilities of some races were simply too powerful.
Now Yang Feilong understood why the Spiritual Ape, when it launched its surprise attack, hadn't chosen to assassinate Alice, the Qing Luan, but instead chose to snatch the top-grade spiritual sword from Tang Ya's hand. It was because Alice, facing a crisis, might have truly been able to evade it.
The reason she was later ambushed by the Owl was that she hadn't expected the Owl's betrayal. Her attention was entirely focused on the Spiritual Ape, and she assumed the Owl's killing intent was also directed at the Spiritual Ape, otherwise, she wouldn't have been so severely wounded.
"Human, the extreme speed of the Qing Luan tribe is not something you can withstand!" Ze Lian's arrogant voice echoed.
"Heh! The Qing Luan's extreme speed is indeed fast, but you are not fast enough!" Yang Feilong's lips curled into a cold smile. The next moment, he pushed the "Shadow Follows" technique of the third level of "Within Reach" to its absolute limit.
It was worth noting that for a considerable period, Yang Feilong's cultivation had been stuck at the peak of the sixth level of the Nascent Soul realm, making progress difficult. Most of his time was spent diligently practicing "Shadow Follows." He had progressed from the minor accomplishment stage he possessed during his life-or-death battle with the Blood Pattern Crazy Lion to a state of near perfection!
Both his speed and movement techniques had seen comprehensive improvements and advancements.
Therefore, while Ze Lian appeared to possess extreme speed, compared to Yang Feilong, they were merely on par. Of course, this also indirectly demonstrated how potent the Qing Luan's extreme speed truly was!
A Qing Luan in the Nascent Soul realm, rumored to be invincible below the Void Refinement realm, was not just a saying. Faster than a Qing Luan is another Qing Luan.
Just like Alice fighting Ze Lian, he wouldn't even be able to evade her. The gap in strength was immense, and the gap in speed was equally vast.
Ze Lian had initially been very pleased, believing it would be difficult for Yang Feilong to attack him. While in the air, he could perform all sorts of evasive maneuvers. But soon, his smugness vanished, because attacking Yang Feilong was even more difficult. On the ground, the opponent could easily dodge his attacks, and his offensive moves never even grazed Yang Feilong's clothes.
If the fight were to remain evenly matched, what would be the point? His opponent was so skilled in medicine, and the tribe leader needed his help!
This made Ze Lian anxious. Such a situation was extremely disadvantageous for him.
In fact, Yang Feilong was also annoyed. He had initially thought defeating Ze Lian would be a cinch, but now he realized it was not easy. Because if this guy escaped into the air, despite his formidable movement techniques, he couldn't match Ze Lian's innate speed in the sky.
How could he inflict damage if he couldn't even catch up?
Of course, he wasn't entirely without options. For instance, he could attack Ze Lian with his soul. His soul had reached the peak of the early Nascent Soul realm. Moreover, he had refined a top-grade spiritual weapon for the soul, which could also be called a top-grade soul weapon, its value infinitely higher than the Dragon Thorn he had previously refined!
However, if he used the top-grade soul weapon to attack, he feared he might accidentally turn Ze Lian into an idiot!
That would be quite troublesome!
Because Ze Lian's soul was not significantly weaker than his own. If he attacked with the top-grade soul weapon, he might accidentally severely injure the opponent's soul. A soul injury was no minor matter; it was far more serious than a physical injury.
Without using soul attacks, how could he possibly subdue his opponent?
Just as Yang Feilong was contemplating what method to use to defeat his opponent, Ze Lian suddenly swooped down from the air, his speed reaching its limit.
His sharp claws lunged towards Yang Feilong.
His claws were comparable to top-grade spiritual weapons, incredibly sharp. Once caught, even a Nascent Soul realm expert would have a chunk of flesh torn away. He decided to utilize his claws and sharp beak, as his long-range wind blade attacks were completely ineffective against Yang Feilong.
He didn't want a stalemate; he wanted a crushing victory. If he couldn't crush him, he still had to defeat him!
Yang Feilong instantly sensed Ze Lian's intention and sneered inwardly, "I was just wondering how to deal with you, and you've come to me!"
Previously, he had only maintained his attack power at the level of the second or third level of the Nascent Soul realm. But even at that level, his attack power was comparable to the second or third level of the Nascent Soul realm. However, Yang Feilong no longer wished to tangle with Ze Lian. Thus, he intended to end the fight quickly. The moment Ze Lian approached, he unleashed a combat power comparable to the fifth or sixth level of the Nascent Soul realm.
This sent a jolt of fear through Ze Lian. The power of this sword strike was too immense. He wanted to dodge, but having already swooped down, it was incredibly difficult for him to turn around at this moment!
He had been careless!
This guy was pretending to be weak and feigning ignorance. Had he known he possessed such strength, why would he have resorted to this method of attack? He spat out a series of wind blades, partly to obstruct Yang Feilong's sword energy, and partly to slow his downward momentum. But it was useless; this sword strike was both fast and powerful, overwhelming and shattering the swarm of wind blades.
With a *whoosh*!
This sword energy directly struck Ze Lian's body.
Blood sprayed into the sky. Ze Lian attempted to maintain his flight, but his injuries were too severe. Even with high-grade medicinal pills, this wound would likely take at least one or two months to recover.
With a thud.
His body crashed heavily onto the ground, shaking it. At this moment, he found it even difficult to transform back into his human form.
His eyes were vacant. He had actually lost, and so miserably. In a single frontal confrontation, he had sustained severe injuries, while his own attacks had never touched even a corner of his opponent's clothes from beginning to end. This blow was too great, too heavy for him. He simply wished to die.
Because Alice was no longer meant to be his.
The woman he loved would be with the person he hated. The more he thought about it, the more meaningless life seemed. He'd rather just cease to exist.
"Ze Lian."
"Kid, you've gone too far! You actually tried to kill him!"
Two exclamations, from Ze Lian's old father and mother.
They had absolutely not expected that the two individuals who had been fighting evenly moments ago would decide the outcome so quickly. Seeing their son, whose life was hanging by a thread, their gazes towards Yang Feilong were filled with hatred. Ze Lian's mother, in particular, lunged towards Yang Feilong, her face grim, her eyes filled with hatred, her killing intent soaring to the heavens, intending to attack Yang Feilong.