Chapter 445

Gu Xuanming's words had just fallen when the entire Wangyue Mountain suddenly trembled violently.

Jiang Feng instinctively steadied his stance, his brows slightly furrowed.

He could clearly feel that the aura between heaven and earth changed instantly.

In the blink of an eye, the sky was completely covered by dark clouds, and the entire Wangyue Mountain fell into gloom.

A force of extreme yin and evil surged like a tide from all directions.

That aura was icy and piercing, filled with a strong deathly qi, making one's chest feel suffocated.

Jiang Feng's true qi instinctively began to circulate, the golden light of the Dragon Prison King's Technique faintly flickering on his surface, resisting the erosion of that yin-evil force.

At that moment, Jiang Feng noticed that Gu Xuanming's figure had completely vanished from heaven and earth in an instant.

Only that ever-stronger yin-evil aura remained, spreading through the mountains and forests.

Immediately after, an icy, piercing voice seemed to come from all directions.

"Jiang Feng, this move of mine was originally prepared for your master, Xuan Yuan, that old ghost."

"I didn't expect that old ghost not to come, but instead I waited for you, this greenhorn. Over these years, did you think I've done nothing inside Wangyue Mountain?"

His words paused, and that yin-evil force grew even stronger.

"Listen, I have already refined the entire Wangyue Mountain into my mountain gu!"

"Mountain gu?"

Jiang Feng repeated it softly, his heart slightly shaken.

Gu technique, when cultivated to the extreme, can refine people, objects, and heaven and earth.

And mountain gu takes the whole great mountain as a vessel, merging the mountain's power with gu insects; once refined, its power is boundless.

"Within this mountain, I can draw on the boundless power of the mountain itself. In other words, this Wangyue Mountain is my domain! The domain of a Martial Ancestor strongman!"

"Domain?"

Jiang Feng's gaze became even more solemn.

The greatest difference between a Martial Ancestor strongman and a half-step Martial Ancestor lies in whether one can condense one's own domain.

Within the domain, the strong can draw on the domain's power, almost invincible.

As his words fell, Jiang Feng felt the scene before him begin to shift continuously.

Black mist rose from the cracks in the ground, the mist climbing along the fissures and gradually gathering into hideous faces that lunged at him.

Even more alarming, his true qi began to turn sluggish, as if being eroded by something.

"Not good!"

Jiang Feng could clearly feel his power rapidly draining away.

At that moment, an impatient voice suddenly sounded in his mind.

"Little Jiang Feng, you kid have run into a tough nut again? This guy is a bit sinister!"

Jiang Feng's heart stirred, and he quickly focused his spirit.

"I have encountered a person from the Gu Wang Sect, who has refined the entire Wangyue Mountain into a mountain gu."

Kun Long's voice carried a hint of gravity.

"Mountain gu? He must have taken gu technique to the extreme, forcibly raising his strength to the Martial Ancestor realm. With your current half-step Martial Ancestor strength, you're probably no match for him!"

Hearing these words, Jiang Feng took a deep breath.

"Kun Long, if we combine our strength, can we take this guy down?"

"If we don't find a way to subdue him, then likely all the people of Chu City below the mountain will suffer."

After a moment of silence in his mind, Kun Long's voice erupted in a tirade.

"You little troublemaker! Imagine how mighty my True Body once was, roaming heaven and earth, invincible! Now look, I'm trapped in your brat's body, following you through life and death—truly eight lifetimes of bad luck!"

Kun Long cursed for a good while before gradually calming down.

"Forget it, forget it, consider my True Body unlucky! If you die, His Seat will also suffer misfortune, after all we're now grasshoppers on the same rope—if you die, His Seat can't live either."

Saying this, Kun Long bore an air of disdain for the world.

"Is he just a petty false Martial Ancestor? Back in my True Body's prime, true Martial Ancestor–level experts, His Seat doesn't even know how many I've slain; why would I fear this fraud who boosts his power through evil means?"

"Let's do it!"

"His Seat will now help you mobilize the Trapped Dragon Power within your body, to suppress his domain power as much as possible!"

As Kun Long's voice faded, Jiang Feng could clearly feel a mighty force surging from deep within his dantian.

That force, imbued with rich dragon might, instantly dispersed part of the yin-evil erosion within his body.

The golden light on his surface flared up again, the golden radiance piercing the surrounding black mist.

Jiang Feng took a deep breath, his true qi circulating wildly, the Dragon Prison King's Technique and Trapped Dragon Power merging together.

Within the golden true qi, a faint dragon shadow was mixed in, his aura growing stronger, shaking the surrounding black mist into continual retreat.

Meanwhile, Gu Xuanming clearly sensed the change in Jiang Feng's strength.

"So it's with external aid… hiss? I didn't expect the Kun Long disciple to have secrets too! Even so, the Sect Leader today will take your life as an offering to heaven!"

As his words fell, Jiang Feng felt the surrounding yin-evil force suddenly turn violent.

"In my domain, I will make you feel despair bit by bit, leaving you no place to be buried!"

As the words fell, the trembling of the entire Wangyue Mountain grew more intense.

The cracks in the ground widened, countless black mist spewed out, coalescing into a huge black serpent that lunged at Jiang Feng.

The serpent's body was composed of black mist and gu insects; it opened its maw, revealing sharp fangs, its breath reeking of foul stench, its yin-evil aura chilling to the bone.

Jiang Feng's eyes narrowed; the Trapped Dragon Power within him erupted, his golden true qi wrapped in dragon might, transforming into a massive golden dragon shadow that opened its jaws and let out a deafening dragon chant.

The dragon chant echoed across the whole Wangyue Mountain, carrying immense dragon might; hearing it, the black mist fell into panic, even that black serpent instinctively froze for a moment, a flicker of fear in its eyes.

"Now!"

Kun Long's voice sounded in his mind.

"Activate the Dragon-Suppressing Prison King Technique, strike with all your might, break his black mist attack!"

Jiang Feng no longer hesitated, letting out a low shout.

"Dragon-Suppressing Prison King Technique!"

As the words fell, the true qi within his body surged wildly, the golden dragon shadow grew even larger, and the golden light all over his body blazed dazzlingly, illuminating the entire dim mountain forest.

The golden dragon shadow, carrying vast power, surged forward toward the black giant serpent.

At the moment they collided, an earth-shattering boom rang out, and a powerful energy surge spread outward.

The surrounding trees were snapped at the waist, stone fragments flew everywhere, and the cracks in the ground widened a bit more.

"Rumble!"

Throughout Wangyue Mountain, rocks tumbled down instantly, heaven and earth split apart!

Seeing this, Ma Cheng trembled all over, and with a thud he knelt on the ground!