The Unique Guardian Beast Master in Cultivation World

But ever since he encountered the Yin Spirit girl, everything changed. When they first met, the Taoist whom had been assigned to protect him and the attending elder advised him not to act recklessly, and he adhered to their advice.

Now, all he wanted was to see the girl one more time, not even planning to do anything else. Yet he unexpectedly encounters a young man of the Human Race.

The mark left on the Yin Spirit girl by his Thousand Ghost Tracking Compass also appeared on the young man. He firmly believed that there must be a connection between the two, which unsettled his Daoist Heart.

However, when he rashly tried to employ his Divine Power to force answers, he found himself outmatched in every respect. His assigned protector could not even handle the man’s casually drawn sword, and his long-held trump card was effortlessly suppressed.

In his extreme desperation, he blurted out words he himself found ridiculous. Given his background, he was superior to countless individuals, yet now he found himself bested and verbose like an immature child.

“So you’re not satisfied?” Feng Qing’an said, “Well then, come on!”

Feng Qing’an reached up his hands and gently waved, and the Seven-treasure Gold Crest hanging above his head flew out as per his will, landing over an area with the aura of death that was emitting a deep cold chill. He directly pressed down on it to suppress it, preventing it from moving.

“I don’t appreciate the sight of you myself. Killing you with a sword is too lenient. I would rather beat you to death with my bare hands, what do you think?”

As he spoke, Feng Qing’an put away his Xunfeng Sword with a flip of his hand. At this moment, he was empty-handed, wearing only a fine white robe with subtle blue scales. He looked gentle and refined yet vulnerable.

“Beat me to death with your bare hands?”

The extremely despondent young man, watching two elders about to flee, initially planned his escape route. However, hearing Feng Qing’an’s words, he broke into a twisted grin.

“Suits me just fine!”

“Then come and meet your death!”

Feng Qing’an took a step forward, and a gentle breeze gushed beneath his feet. This allowed him to maintain balance like walking on flat ground, even as the river waters surged around him.

“You’re not using your magical artifacts or divine weapons?”

The junior sect master, who had immense confidence in his physical strength, was somewhat on guard, but his eyes also held a vivid look of anticipation.

The storm has passed, he believed that he could make it now.

“No need.”

“Then I am relieved.”

Whether he still had something to rely on, or perhaps he truly believed in Feng Qing’an’s words, the junior sect master let out a roar of extreme excitement.

In just a few short moments, he reverted back to his youthful appearance. An unknown energy caused his body to twist and transform into a giant monster armored in battle gear, with horns piercing through, bat wings spread out, a scorpion tail whipping about, and towering a full ten zhang tall.

“Come on, beat me to death with your fists!”

“As you wish.”

The corners of Feng Qing’an’s mouth curled up, oozing with a bloodthirsty intent, as a blue soul flame surged around him.

Awooo~

A dense-furred, majestic and powerful wolf materialized behind him. The voluminous and intimidating presence of the beast made the diving demonic figure halt, and then watched as the ethereal wolf melded into Feng Qing’an’s body.

The youngster’s slender body, albeit small compared to the demon, swelled up instantly. Intangible demon qi gushed from his body, spiraling upwards and turning into a tornado that wreaked havoc in the heavens and earth.

“What on earth are you?”

The terrifying demon wore a confused look as it stared at Feng Qing’an. The technique he used was undoubtedly from the Demonic Path, but he seemed very much connected to the Human Race, even exuding an Immortal Spirit qi. Why would someone like him dabble with demonic powers and stray from his path?

“The dying need not know too much.”

Wolf-headed and human-bodied, Feng Qing’an, who appeared both god-like and demonic, revealed a bloody grin. With his fangs exposed, a gale emerged from the void and coiled around him, causing the thick fur on his body to whip around.

“Come at me!”

His eyes were as deep blue as the sky, reflecting the silhouette of the demon. Feng Qing’an stretched out his hand, and with a light grab, the raging wind followed his will, transformed into an invisible hand, and restrained the demon, forcing it to involuntarily move towards him.

“Wind control?! I can do that too.”

Feeling the wind wrapped around his limbs and wings, the young sect master revealed a sinister smile. In the process of transcending the mortal realm, he had cultivated a blast control talisman from a famous Dragon Clan Divine Power.

Minor BlueDragon Wind-breathing Skill!

However, as he activated the talisman trying to seize control of the wind, a force of backlash, as powerful as a mountain crashing and ocean rolling, surged towards him.

Crack!

In his Dantian Qi Sea, the divine talisman that had taken great effort and time to refine, suddenly revealed a crack. The Dao Foundation he was so proud of also shattered.

Spurt~

The young sect master, who had just barely managed to gather some strength, hoping to fight against Feng Qing’an and gain some psychological relief, suddenly coughed up a mouthful of strong-smelling black blood. His face twisted further with disbelief.

“This is impossible.”

He had, of course, heard of the backlash of divine Dao arts. Superior divine powers could crush all lower-leveled ones. But the divine power he had cultivated was not some piecemeal technique usually practiced by independent practitioners.

This power had evolved from Dragon Clan Divine Power. The only being capable of causing such backlash should be a real dragon. Was this seemingly human teenager actually a young dragon?

This was absolutely impossible!

“What’s so impossible?”

Just as the demon was seething with anger and confusion, a fist wrapped in thunder and wind had already landed on his chest, causing the demon to cough up blood.

The sharp wind was like hundreds of knives, slicing through the demon’s flesh instantly, causing blood and flesh to fly everywhere, the bones to break, and the thunder to shine, burning the flesh and turning the crushed bones to carbon.

Amid the howling wind and thunder, large pieces of flesh vanished instantly, and the broken carbon was scattered all over, like a drizzle of rain.

With just one punch, Feng Qing’an blew off half of the demon’s body, sending an arm still covered with armor along with the shoulders flying. It was only because the creature managed to dodge in time that it did not have a gaping hole punched through its chest.

“Roar!”

The body that the demon had painstakingly recovered was damaged again in an instant. The intense pain caused the demon to let out a painful roar.

What bothered him the most, however, was the azure flame that seemed to be scorching his soul. This was even more painful than physical injury.

“Ghost Wolf! You are a half-demon?!”

“You have the mind to guess what I am? However, you’re wrong. Prepare to die!”

Feng Qing’an saw that the demon could still be distracted, so he stepped forward, his fists wrapped in thunder and fire, punching continually. With each punch, large chunks of flesh and bone flew off, making the demon scream constantly.

“So weak, really too weak!”

The demon was not entirely passive; his sharp claws and even his scorpion tail could hit Feng Qing’an. But before they could touch Feng Qing’an’s flesh, layers of blue scales would emerge, causing sparks and forcing the demon to retreat.

Fighting in close quarters, the feeling of direct punches felt intoxicating to Feng Qing’an. He laughed maniacally, stepping in the wild wind, and allowing thunderbolts and soul fire to swirl around his arms. His movements were wide and powerful, making the demon constantly dodge, with its resistance gradually weakening.

He indeed didn’t practice martial arts, nor did he practice boxing techniques. But it didn’t matter because he wore an armor, a Spirit Touching Armor that was deeply obsessed with martial arts.

Even though he couldn’t fully utilize Minglong’s martial arts techniques, he could still learn seventy or eighty percent of it. Rounded off, it was as good as him learning the techniques.

At this moment, he unleashed the boxing techniques that Minglong had practiced, and the once strapping Black Mountain, now barely a half-demon king, used his demon power, unreservedly and continuously, to its fullest extent.

Feng Qing’an felt extremely exhilarated, and each punch that landed sent flesh flying. This young sect master’s armor was in a pitiful state, full of holes and useless.

“You…”

The demon stared at the blue-scaled armor on Feng Qing’an, speechless with frustration, as Feng Qing’an didn’t give him a chance to speak at all.