Chapter 300: Fifth Grade

"Holy crap! This is too fierce!" Yang Yijian watched, dumbstruck.

In ancient times, Wusong fighting a tiger was passed down as an eternal classic, but when Meng Yifan underwent his tribulation, he rode a Thunder Element Demon Power dragon and gave it a brutal beating in mid-air; this was far more badass than Wusong fighting a tiger.

Fortunately, this scene was obscured by dark clouds, and through satellites in space, the sight of Meng Yifan beating the Thunder Element Demon Power dragon could not be seen clearly; otherwise, the group of people watching the surveillance video would have had their jaws drop in shock.

"Break for me!" Meng Yifan erupted with all his strength, black and white light flashing on his hands, and he fiercely plunged them into the body of the Thunder Element Demon Power dragon, then gave a violent tug.

"Awoo..." The Thunder Element Demon Power dragon let out a mournful cry, then was torn into two halves by Meng Yifan.

"Hum! Hum!" The Black and White Grinding Disc spun at high speed, completely grinding the torn-in-two Thunder Element Demon Power dragon into pure Lightning Spirit Qi, which was rapidly absorbed into Meng Yifan's body.

Inside the thunderclouds in the sky, there seemed to be a mysterious existence that was extremely furious at the scene of Meng Yifan tearing the Thunder Element Demon Power dragon apart by hand. The thunderclouds churned incessantly, and monstrous rage enveloped Meng Yifan. The lightning power within a radius of ten miles gathered toward the thunderclouds, as if the thunderclouds were continuing to gestate a Fourth Thunder Tribulation.

Looking at the thunderclouds above his head, Meng Yifan also felt somewhat terrified. He had used all his strength to luckily survive the Third Thunder Tribulation; if an even more terrifying Fourth Thunder Tribulation were to come, Meng Yifan definitely would not be able to survive it.

"A Second-level Lightning Tribulation only has three strikes; it's impossible for an extra one to strike down just because I tore the Thunder Element Demon Power dragon apart by hand, right?"

Meng Yifan now felt some regret in his heart; he had gotten carried away while fighting just now and couldn't help but tear the Thunder Element Demon Power dragon into two halves.

If he had known earlier that this would anger the mysterious existence within the thunderclouds, he should have restrained himself and just pretended to have barely survived the tribulation.

"Impulse is the devil; one must still keep a low profile when one should," Meng Yifan reflected on himself, deciding that in the future, when undergoing higher-level thunder tribulations, he must never be arrogant and conceited again.

Another minute passed, and seemingly constrained by the laws of Heaven and Earth, that mysterious existence ultimately did not make a move. It could only emit a deafening thunderclap to vent its dissatisfaction, then the thunderclouds dissipated, and the sky returned to a clear, sunny state once more.

"Hum!" Meng Yifan's body shook, his Spirit Power fluctuations surged significantly, and he became a Fifth-grade Lower-tier Immortal Cultivator.

Following the successful advancement, Meng Yifan's Spiritual Power also surged; even with his eyes closed, he could easily sense every movement within five hundred meters around him.

Twenty meters underground, two hundred meters away, an earthworm was burrowing; three hundred meters away, a mosquito was flapping its wings; four hundred meters away, a leaf was swaying in the wind. Meng Yifan could hear these tiny sounds clearly.

"Huh! There is actually a Fourth-rank High-level Vampire hiding here, and it has actually turned into a small bat the size of a palm. If my Spiritual Power hadn't surged, I really wouldn't have been able to discover him."

Meng Yifan formed a seal with his right hand, and a mass of yin energy enveloped his feet, actually lifting his body and making him float in mid-air.

"Riding Clouds and Driving Mist, this is the true method of an immortal." Yang Yijian watched with endless envy. He could glide on his Flying Sword and stay in mid-air for a short time, but compared to true Riding Clouds and Driving Mist, it was not worth mentioning.

"Whoosh!" With a thought from Meng Yifan, the dark cloud beneath his feet moved rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, he flew over four hundred meters and arrived around Francis.

"Oh no!" Francis was greatly shocked. He flapped his wings and, like an arrow released from a bow, fled toward the distance. He had watched the entire process of Meng Yifan's tribulation and wanted to find an opportunity to ambush Meng Yifan, but he discovered that the person guarding Meng Yifan was extremely powerful.

Francis was cautious by nature and dared not act rashly, especially after seeing the scene of Meng Yifan beating the Thunder Element Demon Power dragon, which made Francis even more terrified.

"Hmph! Stay!" Meng Yifan gave a cold snort, and with a wave of his right hand, a heavy Black and White Grinding Disc appeared out of thin air.

After Meng Yifan advanced to a Fifth-grade Cultivator, using the Black and White Grinding Disc again was a true Supernatural Ability, vastly different from the embryonic form of the Supernatural Ability in the past.

One could see that the Black and White Grinding Disc was no longer transforming from void to reality, but had become a substantial two-colored grinding disc, engraved with ancient patterns depicting past events that had occurred in the primordial era.

At first, the Black and White Grinding Disc was only the size of a soccer ball, but as Meng Yifan channeled his Spirit Power, the Black and White Grinding Disc let out a 'whoosh' and suddenly surged, instantly becoming over a hundred meters in diameter, completely enveloping Francis in the middle of the Black and White Grinding Disc.

Francis flapped his wings desperately, wanting to fly out of the range of the Black and White Grinding Disc, but he discovered that a strange attractive force had been generated in the middle of the Black and White Grinding Disc. Francis was like someone stuck in a quagmire; no matter how he flapped his wings, he could not fly out.

"Is this the Supernatural Ability of a Fifth-grade powerhouse? It is truly too powerful; I actually have no power to resist."

Francis was anxious and flustered, hurriedly explaining: "A misunderstanding, Lord Meng, this is all a misunderstanding. Please spare me for a moment; I will have people release Hu Youwei and his daughter, as well as Du Qingyun. As long as you are willing to spare me, I will do whatever you want."

"You will do whatever I want?" Meng Yifan asked mockingly.

Francis nodded hurriedly. Having lived for over eight hundred years, he naturally understood the principle of knowing when to yield and when to stand tall. As long as he could survive, even if he were asked to kneel and lick Meng Yifan's shoes immediately, he would kneel without hesitation and lick Meng Yifan's shoes until they were spotlessly clean.

"Open your mind, sign the Master-Servant Contract, and acknowledge me as your master, and I will spare your life," Meng Yifan laughed.

This Fourth-rank High-level Vampire still had very formidable strength; if he could become Meng Yifan's servant, Meng Yifan would have a powerful thug on Earth.

Signing a Master-Servant Contract required Meng Yifan to separate a strand of his Soul Imprint. In the Great Martial Heavenly Dynasty World, Meng Yifan already had three servants, but as he broke through to the Fifth-grade realm, his Divine Soul Origin became even more powerful, allowing him to separate another Soul Imprint.

Francis's face was very ugly. He had also dealt with Immortal Cultivators from Shenzhou before and knew that the methods of Immortal Cultivators were mysterious and unpredictable, especially the Soul Control Technique; once a Master-Servant Contract was signed, everything the servant possessed would belong to the master.

As long as the master had a single thought, the servant would have their soul scattered and their spirit destroyed. It could be said that once the Master-Servant Contract was signed, Francis would completely lose his sense of self. He would rather die than become Meng Yifan's servant.

"Pop!" Francis's body suddenly shattered like a mirror, and hundreds of identical small bats appeared around him, fleeing in all directions.