Chapter 119: Ten Thousand Ways to Eat Dragon Meat

Why did he want to venture into the Desert of Death earlier?

The reason was simple: he was worried that the Dragon Tomb space might collapse again if too much time passed.

He didn't want to encounter another void storm.

Although he suspected that the last collapse of the Dragon Tomb space might have been related to some extraction from the Demonic Dragon by a powerful being from the Immortal Realm, Jiang Yifeng also couldn't rule out the possibility that the Dragon Tomb space had simply existed for too long and collapsed on its own.

So, venturing into the Desert of Death a bit earlier wouldn't hurt.

As for the Demonic Dragon guarding the Desert of Death, with Jiang Yifeng's current strength, it was no longer a significant obstacle.

After leaving Spine Mountain, Jiang Yifeng continued to travel through the Southern Regions.

In the blink of an eye, more than three years had passed.

Jiang Yifeng had almost traversed every inhabited place in the Southern Regions, and he had memorized the entire map of the region.

All this back and forth had taken only a few years.

This made Jiang Yifeng feel that while the Southern Regions might seem vast to mortals, to him now, it was quite small, even a bit cramped.

Of course, Jiang Yifeng didn't know that the current Southern Regions were just a small part of the original Southern Regions.

The rest had long been shattered in wars or turned into desolate places like the Desert of Death.

At this moment, it had been forty-one years since Jiang Yifeng entered deep simulation.

He knew that the eruption of Heavenly Thunder beneath Spine Mountain was imminent.

So, without hesitation, he headed straight for Spine Mountain.

By coincidence, when he returned to Spine Mountain, he saw the formation set up by Senior Lu Wuya collapsing.

Heavenly Thunder erupted from the ground.

Fortunately, Jiang Yifeng had previously warned Jiang Fushan.

Old Li and the others were well-prepared, so the cultivators of Spine Mountain suffered no casualties.

After reuniting with the people of Spine Mountain, Jiang Yifeng proposed a bold plan to break through the Desert of Death.

Everyone turned to look at Jiang Fushan.

After all, Jiang Yifeng hadn't stayed long at Spine Mountain this time, had no prestige, and few knew his true strength.

In contrast, Jiang Fushan was now a ninth-level Tribulation Crossing expert.

Naturally, everyone hoped Jiang Fushan would make the decision.

However, Jiang Fushan had no reason to oppose Jiang Yifeng's proposal.

Thus, the plan to break through the Desert of Death was approved without any objections.

Months passed in the blink of an eye.

Once everyone was in their best condition, they marched boldly toward the Desert of Death.

Upon arriving at the Desert of Death, Jiang Yifeng didn't immediately team up with his father to confront the Demonic Dragon.

This time, he sneaked into the dragon’s lair alone.

Reaching the southwest corner, he punched out.

A dragon egg appeared before Jiang Yifeng.

Seeing the Demonic Dragon's actions, Jiang Yifeng touched his storage ring and sneered inwardly, "Ha, little one, your moves have already been predicted by me!"

Half a day later, the Demonic Dragon was on its last breath.

At this moment, Old Li sent a message saying he had found a crack in the formation.

Jiang Yifeng glanced at the Demonic Dragon.

But his hands didn't stop, gathering all his strength into one punch.

This punch had no reservations; once unleashed, Jiang Yifeng felt he might instantly lose his combat power.

But he still unleashed it.

Jiang Yifeng himself felt this was the craziest thing he had ever done.

Of course, this was also because Old Li had found the crack in the formation.

Jiang Yifeng knew that even if he lost his combat power, his father would protect him.

And the purpose of this all-out punch was very simple.

He just wanted to eat dragon meat.

Never underestimate a foodie's pursuit of delicious food.

Carrying immense primordial energy, killing intent, and the Silent Destruction Fist infused with the laws of thunder, Jiang Yifeng unleashed his punch.

As soon as the punch was thrown, Jiang Yifeng went limp and fell from the sky.

Fortunately, Jiang Fushan caught him in time; otherwise, the desert would have suffered.

The Demonic Dragon, already on its last breath, was hit by Jiang Yifeng's punch loaded with buffs.

A mournful cry echoed.

The massive body fell.

After a few twitches, it stopped moving.

In the Desert of Death, other Demonic Pythons, seeing the Demonic Dragon's demise, fled in all directions.

For a moment, the cultivators of Spine Mountain were all safe.

At this moment, everyone looked at Jiang Yifeng in astonishment.

They had known Jiang Yifeng was strong, but they never expected him to be this powerful.

The Demonic Dragon didn't die at Jiang Fushan's hands but at Jiang Yifeng's.

Jiang Yifeng ignored the others' gazes.

He looked at the Demonic Dragon's corpse, his eyes sparkling.

He was already thinking about a thousand ways to cook the dragon meat!

Grilling, stir-frying, steaming... which method would be the most delicious?

So, he quickly asked his father, Jiang Fushan, to help cut up the Demonic Dragon's body and store it in the storage ring.

As for why Jiang Yifeng didn't do it himself?

Ha, Jiang Yifeng would never admit it was due to exhaustion; he just wanted to lie down.