Chương 108: The two Yang realm warriors

Long Feng calmed his mind and sat down on the spot to control his rampaging demon energy. If he didn't control himself and the Yang cultivators met him in this situation, he would simply be a fish on a chopping board, because it would be hard to resist them with his inner energy in chaos. That would severely displace his combat power. It must be known that Long Feng was still only a rank six Yin cultivator. It was his combat power and his demon dao that enabled him to be on par with a rank one Yang cultivator.

If his demon Dao was in disorder, then his combat power would be reduced to the peak Yin level. The demon ball continuously revolved around and as it did, Long Feng felt his inner energy becoming calm and docile. he demon ball seemed like a king before Long Feng's demon energy. His inner energy was unable to revolt anymore under it's suppression. The increased Long Feng's curiousity towards the demon ball and decreased his cautiousness by a small amount.

After all, since the demon ball was formed within his dantian, it hadn't proved harmful to him; other than it absorbing his demon natural energy the previous night.

"Brother Long Feng, are you... alright?" Long Wei and Long Qing advanced closer to Long Feng. They also afraid of this their junior brother after witnessing his might. He was actually a Yang realm cultivator! And he slaughtered a dozen peak Yin cultivators as if they were nothing but ants! Long Feng looked at them and nodded, smiling.

"I'm fine." He replied. His eyes had regained their luster and he no longer emitted the frightening killing intent. From all perspective, he seemed to have recovered. The Long clansmen fell silent. No one, not even the old clan chief could muster the courage to walk up to Long Feng. He was a Yang cultivator after all. To them, the word Yang level carried such might and power that no mortal dared to go against! A Yang cultivator signified ultimate power within the mortal world.

Taken from Royal Road, this narrative should be reported if found on Amazon. Most ordinary people were oblivious to the boundaries above the Yang level like the spirit level. Only Yang cultivators were able to instill such fear within them. Although Long Feng was slightly uncomfortable with this new behavior, he didn't blame them. He had also felt the same way when he was still in the Long clan, when he was a trash incapable of cultivation.

Two hours later, within a peak Yin level sect of the city, an angry yell resonated throughout the sect's territory. This yell came from the most restricted area of this sect, within a magnificently decorated courtyard.

"What did you say?" Two men frowned. From the powerful energy fluctuations coming out of their bodies, it was obvious that these to were strong cultivators. It went without saying that they were the two rank one Yang cultivators, and the earlier yell came from one of them. For them to have reached their current levels, they had to be elites of elites within the sword mountain! Kneeling around them were several shivering figures.

These figures including the three envoys whom Long Feng had beaten and the others who had fled off.

"They... were all killed. The peak Yin level master were all killed!" One of the kneeling juniors stammered. They were terrified of the anger of these two Yang level cultivators. Who were Yang level cultivators? They were incomparable to the Yin level! Although it seemed like only one boundary, the difference between the two boundaries was as wide as the heaven and earth! A Yang cultivator had each comprehended one lesser Dao law of the world and were no longer comparable to ordinary mortals!

Before a rank one Yang cultivator, a dozen peak Yin cultivators were nothing. He only had to release his pressure and the victory was in his grasp! The power of Yang cultivators was unimaginable. It was therefore, normal that these juniors were terrified of both Long Feng and these two Yang cultivators!

"Who? Who did it? Who dared to kill the disciples of the Sword Mountain?" One of the two Yang cultivators squinted his eyes. Although he didn't care about the life or deaths of the peak Yin cultivators, this situation was different. They were all sent out on a mission to capture 'Feng' by the upper echelons of the Sword Mountain, and the safety of the peak Yin cultivators was placed on the Yang cultivators. It would be hard to explain the deaths of twelve peak Yin cultivators to the elders.

Even to the sword mountain, losing twelve peak Yin cultivators was a big loss.

"It was the young Master of the Long clan!" Saying this, the kneeling juniors all turned red from embarrassment. They had been beaten to such state by a fifteen years old boy! What sort of heaven defying fruitous encounter had he gotten that made him attain the Yang level at such a young age? If they knew that Long Feng was only a rank six Yin realm cultivator, then they would probably vomit blood from frustration! The Yang cultivators frowned.

"The Long clan? I thought they were a mediocre Yin clan? How is their young master suddenly so strong?"

"W…we don't know. But he was clearly a Yang cultivator!" The envoys replied.

"Hmph! Because he is a Yang cultivator, he thinks he is unrivaled under the heavens? Since he dared to kill my fellow disciples, I will skin him alive!" The Yang cultivators sneered.

"He was very ruthless and arrogant! He threatened to destroy all the sects we have created and said that our Yang cultivators were not his match!" The first male envoy fanned the flames with his lies. In his mind, he hoped that the Yang cultivators would get angry and go and kill Long Feng! And that was exactly what happened. The two Yang cultivators flew into a rage!

"He said that? Who does he thinks he is? Very good! Brother Nie Yong, let's go and meet this young Master!" The first Yang cultivator fumed. The other Yang cultivator nodded. After a sudden gust of air, they disappeared without a trace. The first male envoy suddenly grinned, a fierce expression on his face.

"So what of you are a Yang cultivator? So what if your talent is unrivaled? Since you dared to humiliate me, all those will go to waste now!" He thought maliciously. His neck was still bright red and was hurting him after Long Feng's brutal grip.

"Should we go along?" Someone asked meekly, still terrified of Long Feng's demonic aura.

"Of course we'll go! I can't miss that son of a bitch's death in the hands of senior brother Nie Yong and Su Mu!" The first male envoy sneered as he rose to his feet and ran out as fast as he could.