Immemorial War God

Mo Feng unconcernedly shook his head, and looked at the three of them with a sneer in his heart. Aside from the fact that this technique contained all of the harmful powers it had accumulated, it did not cause any other harm on the Supreme Elder.    

And this also allowed the people standing at the peak to firmly control the Broken Love Garden, so no one would have any thoughts of resisting.    

Although this situation was good, allowing the higher ups to have absolute control over the sect, but the higher the cultivation, the less control they would have, and the stronger the strength, controlling it would be easy, not to mention that for a merciless assassin like Broken Love Garden, controlling it would not feel like much, and at the same time the drawbacks were obvious.    

The three of them raised their heads to look at Mo Feng, their faces still showing gratitude. Their actions were not only to thank him, but also to win his favor.    

Mo Feng raised his eyebrows but did not say anything. He was very clear about what these people were thinking, and did not say anything. He sat down cross-legged to cultivate, and was washed away by the Old Yang's aura, he was truly injured, no matter how abnormal his physique and strength were, he was ultimately still a Astral Soul Realm and could not completely defend against the aura of the geotextile.    

"Phew!"    

After a long time, Old Yang opened his eyes and exhaled a mouthful of impure air. His expression had already returned to normal.    

"Old Yang, are you alright?" the three of them asked as they cast concerned gazes.    

"I'm fine." Old Yang exhaled, stood up and shook his head.    

"Old Yang, how do you feel?" They could already tell that Old Yang was fine, but they were more concerned about the feeling of his weakness.    

"I don't have too serious of a feeling. I just feel that the pain is unbearable. My cultivation has dropped a bit, and it's not enough to affect the battle. I can endure it." Old Yang said after pondering for a while.    

"Is that so?"    

The three of them frowned and looked at each other. If that was the case, it didn't seem to be that serious. He turned his head to look at Mo Feng. The words before were alarmist, right? Then, he shook his head.    

"Phew!"    

At this time, Mo Feng had also finished recovering. He opened his eyes and stood up, and all four of their gazes landed on him.    

"Sir Lang Xing, you have indeed found a problem, and the problem is not small, but it is not as serious as you said it to be." Old Yang was the first to speak, his heart was filled with unhappiness. He had found the problem but had scared him, did he think that he could say anything he wanted?    

"Is that so?"    

Mo Feng's mouth formed a sneer, and lightly spoke:    

"Did you think that what I said was too serious? A quarter-hour is too long for a battle, and even Astral Soul Realm has already finished, so this little pain is completely tolerable, right?"    

"Hmph."    

The Old Yang snorted coldly, as though he had tacitly agreed.    

"You're right, but I'm also right."    

Mo Feng walked a few steps, and said indifferently:    

"A single attack can indeed be endured, and this bit of strength can be endured as well. But think about it, what if a powerhouse of the same level attacks? What if he attacked several times in a row? "What if he uses a weapon above the Heavenly Soul Treasure?"    

"This …"    

"Hiss!"    

Hearing this, the Old Yang was startled, but immediately after, his back started perspiring in cold sweat. It was indeed like that, that attack just now was only a probing attack, and was only the first level of geotextile, a casual attack was already able to achieve such an effect. What if it was an attack from an equal level expert? Perhaps one hit would be enough to kill him!    

"So that's how it is."    

"We were thinking too lightly."    

Fortunately, they had been warned of this. Otherwise, although they would not be harmed in the slightest, the danger was unimaginable and the disciples of the sect would be the first to suffer.    

"Thank you for your reminder, Sir Lang Xing."    

"It's us who are muddleheaded, many thanks Sir Lang Xing."    

The four of them hurriedly thanked Mo Feng, afraid that their attitude just now would cause Mo Feng to feel unwell.    

"In the future, you have to think about everything a little more comprehensively. Don't think that you're smart." Mo Feng spoke in a stern voice, as if he was lecturing a student.    

The corners of the four people's eyes twitched, and the first thing that rose in their hearts was a feeling of unwillingness and humiliation. But what Mo Feng said was right, they could not refute him, and they still had a chance to rely on him for their cultivation technique, or even their sect in the future, they would have to depend on him.    

Although Mo Feng was only at the Astral Soul Realm now, to a genius at the Psychic Realm, how long would it take to reach the geotextile?    

"Sir Lang Xing, may I ask how old you are this year?" Then, the Old Yang suddenly realized something and clasped his fists and asked. Hearing that, the three of them were startled, but after that, their eyes suddenly landed on Mo Feng. They were truly curious about this point, who knew how many years a genius had cultivated to this level.    

"Thirty, what, is there a problem?" The four of them felt their hearts clench. Compared to Mo Feng, the people in the cultivation world were like dogs that had reached the age of thirty.    

"Ugh …"    

Then, the corner of the four people's eyes twitched as they looked at Mo Feng. According to the lifespan of a cultivator, your appearance, saying that you're three hundred years old wouldn't be too much.    

"What is it? Do I look old? " Mo Feng seemed to have seen through their thoughts, as he raised his head and said.    

"Cough."    

The four of them coughed and laughed, but did not say anything. They were silently cursing in their hearts. Why? Why did he look so old and yet be so proud of him?    

"I know that this is a big problem, should we resolve it now?" Mo Feng looked at the four of them, and said indifferently.    

The corners of the four people's mouths twitched again. Mo Feng's tone was becoming more and more old, to the point that he couldn't take it anymore. But right now, they could only endure.    

"Come on, I'll tell you how to change this part."    

The four of them walked over and Mo Feng told them the detailed method to modify the technique. The four of them continuously nodded when they heard it, and they quickly immersed themselves in it. Mo Feng understood everything very clearly, the four of them understood it very quickly.    

Thank you, Sir Lang Xing.    

"We'll go train first."    

After the four of them understood, they expressed their gratitude to Mo Feng, then sat down and cultivated. They could not rest in peace as they knew that there were still so many hidden dangers in their bodies.    

"Then I'll go out for a bit and send me out."    

"That's good."