The pinnacle of the Xuanwu realm.
Was this something humans could reach?
Some people could barely meet the standards of a peak martial artist by employing certain techniques, but a peak martial artist could achieve this level even without any techniques.
A single punch delivering a thousand kilograms, or one ton, of force was truly terrifying.
Generally speaking, some cultivators at the early Yuanwu realm might not even be able to exert such force even with the aid of their internal energy.
At this moment, Huang Chuan and the others had flushed faces. They had initially thought Yang Feilong was a bronze player they could easily defeat, but the reality now told them their opponent was a king, while they were at best bronze players. The impact of this outcome was immense.
"Let's go!" Wang Gang glanced at Yang Feilong. He had intended to utter some harsh words, but now it was meaningless. His injuries were not light, and his ability to stand was purely due to willpower and the desire to avoid further embarrassment.
Wang Gang's friends, feeling dejected or aggrieved, each gave Yang Feilong a look before following Wang Gang away.
"Let's go too!" Yang Feilong said, looking at Li Yang. His trip to Martial Arts Park had been incredibly fruitful. Not only had he gathered all the medicinal herbs he needed, but he had also acquired a supreme treasure, the Heart-Bewitching Stone.
Once he refined the Heart-Bewitching Stone and fused it into a soul artifact, he would gain an additional trump card!
"Okay!" Li Yang replied.
As Yang Feilong and his group departed, the murmuring voices finally ceased. Everyone was filled with emotion, having witnessed a peak martial artist today. This event would serve as excellent conversation material for them for a long time to come.
Not long after, Yang Feilong and his two companions left Martial Arts Park.
Of course, before leaving, Yang Feilong had gone to collect the medicinal herbs he had purchased for over three million yuan.
"Brother Yang, I'm truly sorry. Wang Gang and his group originally came to cause trouble for me, but they ended up dragging you into it!" Li Yang said guiltily.
"No need for apologies," Yang Feilong waved his hand. "Those people were too arrogant. Even under normal circumstances, if I encountered them, I might have intervened!"
Indeed, he had been drawn in because of Li Yang, but the words of those people had completely enraged Yang Feilong. Otherwise, he wouldn't have severely injured several of them. Moreover, Li Yang had helped him considerably during their time together, and Yang Feilong held a good impression of him. Since Li Yang hadn't intentionally entangled him, he naturally wouldn't blame him.
Hearing Yang Feilong's magnanimous words, Li Yang, besides feeling apologetic, also felt even more fortunate to have met him. He gained a deeper understanding of Yang Feilong, recognizing him as a sincere person.
"Brother Yang, you're from Lan Hai City. Do you have a place to stay? If not, you're welcome to stay at my place. I have room," Li Yang invited.
"No need," Yang Feilong waved his hand. "I have matters to attend to in Xing Hai City, and I might be leaving soon. I won't impose."
"Here, take this pill. It can heal your injuries!" Yang Feilong said, taking out a medicine bottle from his pocket and pouring out a pill.
"Heal my injuries?" Li Yang was surprised. "My injuries are internal, a hidden wound left by Wang Gang's sneak attack."
"Yes, it's specifically for that type of injury!" Yang Feilong smiled.
"Then thank you very much, Brother Yang!" Li Yang excitedly took the pill.
"You're welcome. You helped me a lot today!" Yang Feilong waved his hand.
"Let me treat you to a meal!" Li Yang said. "You can't refuse this, or it'll seem too distant. You won't consider me a friend."
"Well, alright then!" Yang Feilong nodded.
...
After leaving the restaurant, Yang Feilong bid farewell to Li Yang and Li Hu.
The hotel he was staying at was a presidential suite, spacious and luxurious.
"There's no rush for alchemy. Perhaps I can wait until I return to Tian Hai City. But I can use the method my master taught me to refine the Heart-Bewitching Stone, combining it with some items I brought to forge a small sword," Yang Feilong mused as he opened the suitcase he carried.
The suitcase contained many items, including some important treasures.
For instance, the Thousand Yin Iron, the Ten Thousand Year Cold Yin Wood, and so on.
These materials, fused with the Heart-Bewitching Stone, could forge a soul artifact with extremely powerful offensive capabilities.
Yang Feilong spent the entire afternoon diligently refining the soul artifact.
Before starting the refinement, Yang Feilong had specifically informed Ouyang Yixue not to contact him unless it was of utmost importance. He wanted to avoid any interruptions during the intricate refining process.
Subsequently, he silenced his phone.
Alchemy and artifact forging were two distinct disciplines. His master excelled in alchemy, while Yang Feilong excelled in both alchemy and artifact forging, a testament to his unique physique.
Even though his physique was not entirely complete, it provided him with unparalleled advantages in both alchemy and artifact forging.
*Buzz!*
As darkness fell, Yang Feilong finally completed his work.
A small sword, its shape indistinguishable, was forged.
"This soul artifact possesses immense offensive power, and I, Yang Feilong, forged it. Let's call it the Dragon Thorn!" Yang Feilong whispered, enveloping the small sword with his soul consciousness.
"Soul Artifact—Dragon Thorn!" Yang Feilong nodded with satisfaction. "I've gained another trump card!"
His soul consciousness was far more potent than his physical attacks. Using his soul consciousness to power the Dragon Thorn, he was confident that not only cultivators of the Lingwu and Yuanwu realms, but even those of the Diwu realm, would struggle to withstand his soul attacks if their souls were not strong enough.
If the soul was destroyed, what use would a strong physical body be?
When the soul was destroyed, the body became a walking corpse.
Because Yang Feilong's original essence blood and a portion of his soul's origin were infused into the Dragon Thorn, any damage to the soul artifact would also inflict a severe blow to Yang Feilong's soul.
In layman's terms, it was a soul backlash!
Yang Feilong then placed the Dragon Thorn into his Mud Pill Palace for nurturing. The Mud Pill Palace, also known as the upper Dantian, was the dwelling place of the soul.
A difficulty in soul consciousness attacks was the strong defense of the Mud Pill Palace against the soul. Therefore, even with his powerful soul consciousness, Yang Feilong had generally been hesitant to launch soul attacks. This was because breaking through the Mud Pill Palace with soul consciousness consumed a tremendous amount of soul power, leaving very little for offensive use. It could even result in severe backlash.
After all, it was the opponent's territory. A significantly weakened soul force would find it difficult to inflict damage upon the opponent's soul origin in their own domain!