Demon Dragon Mad God-Chapter 1113 - 757

The vast Mist Mountain Range is like an ancient giant beast, quietly lying on the ground.

Upon arriving at the Mist Mountain Range, Lin Feng sat down on the edge of the range, leaning against the mist.

He was only half a zhang away from the rolling mist behind him, meaning any sudden change would allow him to retreat into the mist immediately.

The rolling mist is his means of survival.

There are still five or six days until the agreed date with the Yellow Springs Demon Sect, so Lin Feng closed his eyes, both waiting and quietly tempering the Dark Power within himself.

Having just broken through his cultivation, his Dark Power surged, but his foundation was not solid; to continue breaking through, he would need at least a month of arduous cultivation.

Time slowly passed, and at some point, several martial artists flew in Lin Feng’s direction, then stopped thousands of miles away.

Sensing someone’s arrival, Lin Feng immediately opened his tightly closed eyes and scanned the people.

However, these people were not from the Yellow Springs Demon Sect, and their cultivation was low, all at the third or fourth layers of the Martial King Realm.

Lin Feng then closed his eyes again, ignoring them, and continued cultivating.

Gradually, more martial artists arrived, and by the next day, several hundred people had gathered, low murmurs rising and falling.

These people were martial artists from other factions or loose cultivators who had heard Lin Feng would be exchanging Wu Shan with the Yellow Springs Demon Sect and came to watch.

In fact, thousands of martial artists came to watch, but the Mist Mountain Range is enormous, nearly a million miles in radius, and Lin Feng hadn’t announced the exchange location beforehand.

Thus, those who came to watch could only search around the Mist Mountain Range, and these people were relatively lucky to have found Lin Feng’s location first.

Actually, Lin Feng did this to prevent an ambush by the Yellow Springs Demon Sect to the greatest extent, for the Mist Mountain Range is large enough and lacks a specific transaction site, making it infeasible for the Yellow Springs Demon Sect to set up an ambush.

Time passed, and hours later, the martial artist gathering reached tens of thousands.

At this time, the people from the Yellow Springs Demon Sect finally arrived.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

The sound of breaking through the air was continuous, as one strong figure after another from the Yellow Springs Demon Sect arrived swiftly.

This time, the Yellow Springs Demon Sect’s lineup was not as vast as the last time at Biyun Lake, only numbering over a hundred.

The leader was still the Great Elder Yan Tai.

However, Yan Tai looked somewhat pale today, and his aura was weaker than before, likely due to injuries from the Biyun Lake clash.

Actually, the Yellow Springs Demon Sect had arrived earlier, but they circled more than half of the Mist Mountain Range before finding here.

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!

As soon as the strong figures of the Yellow Springs Demon Sect arrived, they scattered in a fan shape, surrounding Lin Feng.

"Lin Feng, this time no one will help you!" Yan Tai said coldly, stopping several thousand zhang away from Lin Feng.

This time, to prevent the Emperor Xuan Palace and Heaven and Sea Pavilion from assisting Lin Feng again, the Yellow Springs Demon Sect spared no expense, sending numerous strong figures to restrain the two major powers.

Now, both the Emperor Xuan Palace and Heaven and Sea Pavilion are preoccupied, with no spare capacity to aid Lin Feng.

They even sent several elders to the Eastern Sea Flood Dragon Clan to hinder them.

This time, the Yellow Springs Demon Sect has prepared thoroughly, and Lin Feng is destined to die.

Lin Feng, sitting cross-legged, slowly opened his eyes, scanned the group, and frowned, asking, "Where is Hong Qingxuan?"

Amid the Yellow Springs Demon Sect’s crowd, Lin Feng did not see Hong Qingxuan, hence his face darkened.

"Let the Young Master appear, and the person you want will naturally appear!" Yan Tai said coldly.

Lin Feng nodded at these words, stood up, and flourished his hand, bringing Wu Shan out in front of him, grabbing him firmly.

"Young Master!"

Seeing Wu Shan appear, Yan Tai and the strong figures of the Yellow Springs Demon Sect exclaimed.

Because Wu Shan now looked too miserable, almost inhuman.

At this moment, Wu Shan looked somewhat dazed, still unaware of what had happened!

Only upon hearing the exclamations from the Yellow Springs Demon Sect did he gradually come to his senses.

"Great Elder, save me!" Wu Shan shouted excitedly upon seeing Yan Tai.

"Young Master!"

Yan Tai’s expression was extremely ugly as he turned to Lin Feng, his eyes filled with cold killing intent, and he shouted angrily, "Lin Feng, you bastard, how dare you torture the Young Master like this!"

"Where is Hong Qingxuan?"

Lin Feng’s face remained indifferent, asking again, ignoring Yan Tai’s insults and making no excuses, as none were needed.

Yan Tai took a deep breath and lightly clapped his hands.

Shortly afterward, a tall figure flew from the distance, it was Lin Feng’s former mentor, Huangfu Qing.

And in Huangfu Qing’s hand was another person, who was Hong Qingxuan.

"Qingxuan!" Lin Feng became somewhat excited upon seeing Hong Qingxuan.

He immediately scrutinized Hong Qingxuan, relieved to find she hadn’t suffered any harm.

However, Hong Qingxuan emitted no aura of cultivation, clearly having her powers sealed.

"Brother Lin Feng!" Hong Qingxuan called out upon seeing Lin Feng, tears rolling in her eyes.

Seeing this, Lin Feng felt his heart soften, Hong Qingxuan had lost too much for him.

Swoosh!

Huangfu Qing flew with Hong Qingxuan to Yan Tai’s side, coldly staring at Lin Feng.