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The Black Mountain Old Demon’s expression turned cold, and a wave of oppressive energy surged toward Qin Feng. A chilling and sinister aura enveloped Qin Feng, but given his current physique, this level of pressure was nothing more than a gentle breeze.
Although the Black Mountain Old Demon had witnessed the Dragon Lord's overwhelming power and found it ineffective against Qin Feng, he still wanted to test it personally. Only by taking action himself could he feel the true impact.
"Is that enough?" Qin Feng asked casually, glancing at the Black Mountain Old Demon.
The Black Mountain Old Demon retracted his aura and nodded slightly. "Indeed, your strength is quite impressive." Then he shifted his tone, adding, "However, wanting to compete for the Dragon title isn't just about strength."
Qin Feng looked at him oddly. "As a Jie Yuan, do I need you to teach me?"
The Black Mountain Old Demon was momentarily taken aback, left speechless. He felt his pride slightly bruised and coldly retorted, "Don’t think that just because we chose you, it gives you the right to act arrogantly. Do you believe I wouldn’t kill you and choose someone else?"
Qin Feng calmly met his gaze. "We are merely in a cooperative relationship." He then turned to the Black Python. "How about this? Just kill him; wouldn’t it be better for you to monopolize Black Mountain?"
The Black Mountain Old Demon’s face changed dramatically as he was startled and hurriedly looked at the Black Python.
Qin Feng smirked. "You won’t die that easily, old monster."
The Black Python waved his hand dismissively. "Alright, enough of this. Big Brother, let me handle him from now on; you should head back."
Snapping back to reality, the Black Mountain Old Demon suddenly laughed. "Oh, I see you're trying to sow discord. Ha! I have a good feeling about you now, little brother. I'll leave it to you." With that, he vanished without a trace.
Qin Feng scanned the surroundings with his divine sense and confirmed that no one remained. He reached out, and the Black Python landed in his palm. The Black Python opened its mouth wide in an instant.
The Destiny Energy above Qin Feng’s head was drawn into the Black Python’s mouth.
Qin Feng's expression shifted slightly; there was something wrong with this Destiny Energy. No wonder the Dragon Lord was so willing to part with it.
It wasn't a major issue; however, this strand of Destiny Energy would subtly influence people to develop a favorable impression of the Dragon Lord and might eventually lead to admiration for him. Fortunately, after absorbing it, the Black Python would not be affected in such a way.
Qin Feng squinted his eyes. The Dragon Palace Banquet had been held multiple times, but how many people from the Dragon Lord's side were there? No wonder the Dragon Lord of Dongting Lake was as steady as a mountain. He thought to himself, it was strange for the Dragon Lord to be so generous, offering both Destiny Energy and treasures. Who could achieve first place if they weren't of exceptional talent?
He regarded the Dragon Lord with even more respect; none of these ancient beings were simple characters.
As Qin Feng regained his focus, he noticed that the Black Python was undergoing a transformation. The bulge on its head had suddenly increased significantly, resembling the early form of a Jiao Long. Qin Feng nodded in satisfaction; it was good, its strength had increased considerably, and it should be able to achieve invincibility in the Yuan Shen Realm.
The Black Python began to circulate within Qin Feng's body, enhancing his physical form greatly, though it still hadn't broken through to the Yuan Shen Realm. It could only achieve invincibility at the Jin Qi level. However, Qin Feng was content; if he ever encountered an enemy in the Yuan Shen Realm, he could summon the Black Python with just a thought. The Black Python had mastered the art of spatial traversal.
Qin Feng stood up, and the Black Python swiftly departed as he turned to leave. Just as he stepped out of the small grove, Qin Feng paused, squinting up at the sky.
A flash of sword light streaked across the heavens, and soon two figures landed before him. It was none other than Bai Mei Lao Dao and his disciple.
Qin Feng looked at them and said calmly, "Daoist Long, what brings you here?"
Bai Mei's gaze fell on Qin Feng's waist where the Red Longsword hung, his eyes revealing a burning desire. "Little brother, are you willing to sell that sword?" the Old Taoist asked tentatively.
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