Dual Transmigration: American Prison, Surviving to a Fantasy Development Stage

The sword tip jerked violently less than three feet from the Xuanhuo Shield.

The sword's momentum abruptly changed direction at a right angle, and his body twisted abruptly in response.

It shot off in the opposite direction.

The suddenness and speed of this change of direction completely defied inertia and common sense.

The two Earthly Origin Sect elders surrounding him only felt a blur before their eyes.

Lin Feng's figure had already slipped through the gap in their encirclement.

In the blink of an eye, Lin Feng had arrived in front of the Earth Origin Sect elder in the southeast corner, who was at the early stage of the Golden Core realm.

Before the other party could even react to what was happening, they felt an overwhelming sense of oppression wash over them.

Then he saw a fist rapidly enlarge in his field of vision.

Lin Feng didn't use his sword; instead, he threw a punch directly.

With the physical body of a Golden Core cultivator in the early stage, combined with the spiritual power of a Golden Core cultivator at the peak, the power of this punch cannot be measured by ordinary standards.

It hit the other person squarely in the chest.

With a muffled "bang," the opponent's protective spiritual energy shattered like glass.

Immediately afterwards, his chest was smashed so hard it caved in, and he flew backward like a kite with a broken string.

He died on the spot; his golden core was shattered by Lin Feng's punch.

A Golden Core cultivator was instantly killed on the spot by Lin Feng using pure physical strength.

The entire process happened in the blink of an eye, from Lin Feng's feint attack on Li Xuanyang,

From suddenly turning back to instantly killing the gray-robed old man with a single punch, it all happened in the blink of an eye.

Before the other six Golden Core cultivators who were surrounding and killing him could even figure out what was happening, one of them had already become a corpse on the ground.

No one expected this man in black to be so powerful; one punch shattered even a Golden Core.

This level of physical strength was completely beyond their comprehension.

What alarmed them even more was Lin Feng's speed—it was incredibly fast.

The root cannot comprehend it.

Meng Shentong was the first to recover from his shock.

He was, after all, a veteran Golden Core cultivator, experienced in countless battles, and his reaction was a beat faster than everyone else present.

He shouted sternly, "Chase after him! Don't let him get away!"

His speed is so fast that he must have used some kind of secret technique that burns his life essence or overdraws his potential. Such a technique consumes a lot of energy and he definitely can't maintain it for long!

Take him down while he's weakened!

Upon hearing this, Li Xuanyang's eyes instantly turned bloodshot.

A Golden Core elder had his Golden Core destroyed with a single punch right under his nose, which was like adding insult to injury for the already severely weakened Di Yuan Sect.

He roared, his voice filled with barely suppressed rage and murderous intent:

"Chase after him! Kill this scoundrel at all costs!"

Lin Feng originally intended to run away; with his speed, shaking off those old guys behind him would only take a few minutes.

He wasn't particularly interested in these old guys either.

It's better to go back and get some sleep than to waste that effort.

But upon hearing Meng Shentong's words that he must have used a secret technique and wouldn't be able to hold out for long,

Lin Feng paused, thought for a moment, a meaningful smile appeared on his lips, and then he deliberately slowed down a bit.

Lin Feng still planned to let them have their way for a while before making a decision.

With Lin Feng's strength, taking on seven opponents at once wouldn't be too difficult.

With his overwhelming cultivation level, combined with his physical body cultivation and the sword techniques of the Taixu Spirit Sword, even if these old guys were tied together, they wouldn't be enough for him to defeat alone.

However, Lin Feng has always had one principle.

Battles must have a purpose.

Fighting without a purpose is a waste of energy; every battle should have its value.

And these elders of the Earthly Element Sect, apart from the earth-attribute flying sword that he had his eye on,

There wasn't much left on him that interested him.

As for killing Meng Shentong, it's not that we're not in a hurry; we have plenty of time.

The group chased after them relentlessly, while Lin Feng leisurely trailed behind, maintaining a distance that was neither too close nor too far.

Several streaks of light left long trails in the sky, sweeping across the rolling mountains and dense forests, and in the blink of an eye, they had chased after the enemy for over a hundred miles.

Just when Meng Shentong thought he was about to catch up, Lin Feng suddenly changed direction without warning.

His body suddenly twisted in mid-air, like a bolt of lightning turning back, and sped towards the direction of the Diyuan Sect.

This time, he didn't suppress his speed; he poured all his speed into the flying sword beneath his feet without reservation.

It was so fast that the pursuers could only see a pale golden afterimage flashing across the sky.

In an instant, Lin Feng left Meng Shentong and the others so far behind that they couldn't even see his back anymore.

Li Xuanyang was stunned for a moment, then his expression changed drastically, and he exclaimed in shock:

"Oh no! This is a diversionary tactic!"

He's heading straight for the Earthly Origin Sect!

After saying that, he turned around abruptly and shouted sternly at the elders around him, "Quickly! Get back to the sect!"

Unfortunately, Lin Feng's speed was something they simply couldn't match.

Even if Lin Feng told them to run 99 miles ahead, he would still arrive before them in the last mile, let alone the hundred miles they were currently a hundred miles away from the Diyuan Sect.

In the blink of an eye, Lin Feng was back outside the gate of the Diyuan Sect.

At the entrance of the Diyuan Sect, the corpse of the Golden Core elder he had just killed still lay on the ground, and the surrounding disciples were terrified.

Upon seeing Lin Feng return, they scattered and fled in panic.

Lin Feng swept his divine sense across the area, and the black lotus silently devoured the corpse of the Golden Core elder.

Although the corpse of a cultivator in the early Golden Core stage would have a negligible impact on his current cultivation level, every little bit counts, and wasting resources is not his style.

Amidst the near-collapse of fear in the eyes of the Diyuan Sect disciples, Lin Feng flew straight towards the Diyuan Sect's treasure vault.

The wealth accumulated by the Diyuan Sect over hundreds of years is still quite considerable.

The location of the treasure vault is not difficult to find. Li Xuanhu, who was devoured earlier, was the Grand Elder of the Diyuan Sect, and his memories contained information about the location of the Diyuan Sect's treasure vault.

The treasure vault's main gate was a massive, heavy iron gate, densely covered with defensive formations and restrictions.

For an ordinary Golden Core cultivator, it would probably take a whole day just to break through these array formations and restrictions.

But Lin Feng didn't have that kind of patience.

He slashed directly with his sword, the power of the blade reaching its peak with the enhancement of his divine soul power.

Those defensive restrictions, painstakingly carved by generations of array masters of the Earthly Origin Sect,

It was as fragile as tofu in the face of this devastating sword strike.

In an instant, it was torn to pieces.

Lin Feng stepped into the treasure vault, his gaze sweeping over the room full of treasures.

The medicine shelf was neatly stacked with hundreds of jade bottles, ranging from the lowest-grade Qi Gathering Pills to the rather precious Yuan Condensation Pills.

Although its grade is not high, its quantity is large.

The spirit stone box was piled high with glittering spirit stones, including tens of thousands of low-grade spirit stones.

There are also several hundred mid-grade spirit stones.

The cultivation manual shelf was filled with cultivation secrets and insights left by the predecessors of the Diyuan Sect throughout the ages.

Adults don't choose; they want it all.

He swept all of these things into his storage space.

Jade bottles, spirit stones, cultivation techniques, various refining materials, and spiritual herbs—their passage was cleaner than a locust swarm's.

As he was leaving, Lin Feng looked at the empty treasure vault, a place so desolate that even rats would weep at its sight.

Suddenly I felt a little embarrassed.

He thought for a moment, then took out two low-grade spirit stones from his storage space and casually tossed them onto the ground in the center of the treasure vault.

Two lonely spirit stones bounced a few times in the vast empty treasure vault, producing echoing music.