Zhao Feng's performance was truly astonishing.
Above the clouds, there were already two Ancient Gods that wanted to take him as a disciple.
After all, Zhao Feng had directly attained Rank Five of the Heavenly Divine Realm. This meant that his talent and potential would allow him to become a Rank Nine True God without a problem.
Moreover, if he was lucky, Zhao Feng might even be able to break through the limits of the True God Realm and become a God Lord.
As Zhao Feng's master, he would also be able to obtain enormous benefits and glory.
Brrrooom!
Yuan Qi roiled and roiled in the sky.
The phantom of an elder more than one hundred zhang tall was shrouded in a crystalline white radiance.
Everyone below felt a formless pressure.
"Ancient God, Elder!"
Countless disciples had looks of respect on their faces.
The core disciples also respectfully bowed.
They all knew that Zhao Feng reaching Rank Five would assuredly attract the attention of an Ancient God expert of the race.
Thus, the appearance of this Ancient God expert did not attract their attention.
"What orders does Elder have?"
Zhao Feng faintly smiled. In truth, his left eye had long ago noticed the Spiritual Race Ancient God hiding in the sky.
"Are you willing to become this old man's personal disciple?"
The Ancient God Elder faintly smiled.
The other Ancient Gods around him suddenly grimaced, all of them somewhat regretful that they had let this old scoundrel get ahead of them.
"An Ancient God is accepting a disciple, personal disciple!"
The crowd below was stunned.
For an Ancient God to personally accept a disciple was already an extremely glorious matter.
And this personal disciple meant that this Ancient God would pass on all his legacy to Zhao Feng.
Countless disciples shot envious gazes at Zhao Feng.
"Elder, my apologies, but I still wish to exchange pointers with the disciples of the race!"
Zhao Feng said with a smile, his expression extremely calm and unapologetic.
"Refuse!"
The surrounding disciples all shot astonished gazes at Zhao Feng.
No one had expected that Zhao Feng would so straightforwardly refuse to become the personal disciple of an Ancient God expert!
In the Ancient Desolate Realm of Gods, other than the God Lords who didn't care about worldly affairs, the Ancient Gods were the peak experts that ruled over an area.
Becoming the personal disciple of an Ancient God was the dream of countless Quasi-Gods and True Gods.
However, Zhao Feng decisively refused!
"En, you can spar first and think about it in the meantime!"
What was rare was that the Ancient God in the clouds wasn't very unhappy.
Whoosh!
The phantom in the sky dissipated, and everything returned to normal.
"How cunning. Fortunately, that kid didn't agree!"
The other Ancient God experts rejoiced.
Since Zhao Feng did not agree to take the Ancient God as his disciple, they still had some hope.
On the challenge stage, Zhao Feng's expression was calm and composed.
Earlier, the Spiritual Race Ancient Gods had forced him to compromise and leave Zhao Yufei.
But now, an Ancient God of the Spiritual Race wanted to take him as a personal disciple. Zhao Feng had directly refused, but this Ancient God wasn't angry.
Zhao Feng was not used to such a strong contrast.
Of course, Zhao Feng had refused because he truly did want to continue sparring.
His strength had increased by too much after reaching Rank Seven, making it so that he still couldn't control his strength as he wished. Thus, he suppressed his cultivation and used sparring with others of the same level to slowly comprehend his strength.
Moreover, these core disciples had banded together to challenge him. How could Zhao Feng so easily let them go?
More importantly, Zhao Feng was a Rank Seven Ancient God.
That elder had no right to be his master!
"Hmph, I'll go!"
"Let me try you!"
At this moment, four figures appeared around the challenge stage.
These were all people that wanted to challenge Zhao Feng.
Bang!
A red silhouette took the lead and stepped onto the stage. The stage shook slightly.
"Spiritual Race core disciple, True God Nu Ji!"
The man with a majestic build and a layer of red wave patterns on his body announced his name.
"It's actually True God Nu Ji!"
"This core disciple of the Spiritual Race has been in seclusion recently, but he reached the peak of Rank Five a long time ago …."
None of the core disciples were nameless.
True God Nu Ji was also quite famous.
Zhao Feng absent-mindedly nodded his head.
There didn't seem to be any trace of True God Nu Ji in these letters of challenge.
"You dare to ignore me like this!?"
True God Nu Ji, who had volunteered to fight, clenched his fists in rage.
He had been in seclusion for many years and was no longer as famous as before.
He had come out of seclusion this time precisely because he wanted to find a chance to restore his reputation.
And it just so happened that Zhao Feng had directly attained Rank Five of the Heavenly Divine Realm and become the most dazzling existence of the Spiritual Race.
"Raging Sea Waves!"
True God Nu Ji's entire body surged with scarlet waves that exuded an abnormally scorching aura.
True God Nu Ji's energy also began to rapidly climb, breaking through the barriers of his cultivation and faintly approaching Rank Six.
"The Raging Sea Waves is a secret bloodline technique of True God Nu Ji's race. It can greatly increase one's abilities in all aspects, and at the same time, it can make one's attacks even more explosive and destructive …."
"This True God Nu Ji is at the peak of Rank Five, but after using this secret bloodline technique, he's faintly approaching Rank Six!"
Many people who were watching the battle were shocked.
"This person's strength isn't bad. His attacks are explosive and destructive. I can use them to test out my physical body!"
Zhao Feng gave True God Nu Ji an interested glance.
The perfected Golden Kun Sacred Lightning Body could only contend against Rank Four True Gods and was immune to the attacks of Rank Three True Gods.
Now that he had become an Ancient God, he didn't know if the advantage of his physical body's defense would still be there.
Kabooom!
True God Nu Ji's eyes blazed with red light as waves surged around him. He was like a god of the sea in a scarlet sea as he charged at Zhao Feng.
For a moment, the entire challenge stage was flooded with red waves. The scorching and powerful True God aura caused many of the Rank Five True Gods below to be taken aback.
"Brother Zhao!"
Pan Hao's expression was both anxious and expectant.
Zhao Feng had been able to easily deal with True God Zhi Gang, so he probably wouldn't lose so easily to True God Nu Ji.
"Hmph, although your Divine Power is powerful, your bloodline is ordinary, and you don't have any powerful secret techniques!"
True God Nu Ji coldly snorted as if he had already won this battle.
"Peak Rank Five?"
Zhao Feng calmly said.
Everyone was rather confused by these words.
But a moment later, a five-colored mist of lightning erupted from Zhao Feng's body and soared into the sky.
His aura also began to grow.
The energy exuded by Zhao Feng's Divine Stages had also reached the peak of Rank Five!
Swish!
Zhao Feng circulated all his physical strength, and he was like a five-colored mountain of lightning as he towered over the challenge stage, giving off the feeling that he could never be shaken.
"Peak Rank Five!"
True God Nu Ji's expression suddenly changed in shock.
Zhao Feng had actually reached the peak of Rank Five in his attempt to break into the Heavenly Divine Realm!
But at this moment, he could no longer retreat.
Rumble!
The crimson billow was like a giant beast that charged towards Zhao Feng.
The next moment, True God Nu Ji almost burned his Bloodline Power.
On the vast crimson billow, crimson flames soared.
Real God Nu Ji's body melted into the crimson tsunami and turned into a crimson sea giant beast that charged towards Zhao Feng.
Rumble!
The entire challenge stage shook violently. After all, this was a challenge stage for disciples from other clans. But then, it was a battle between two Peak Rank Five Real Gods.
Below the stage, everyone held their breaths as they stared at the center of the challenge stage.
Real God Nu Ji brought along a shocking aura and collided with Zhao Feng directly.
A shocking scene happened.
Clang!
Real God Nu Ji seemed to have collided with a giant metal lightning mountain and he retreated three steps.
"How is this possible?"
There was a trickle of blood at the corner of Real God Nu Ji's mouth. His body trembled and his eyes were filled with fear.
Just now, he had given his all to launch the fiercest attack at Zhao Feng.
But Zhao Feng had only relied on his physique to defend and he had injured him instead.
"Your attack is too weak!"
Zhao Feng suddenly moved. He got close to Real God Nu Ji and kicked him!
Poof!
Real God Nu Ji was kicked out of the challenge stage by Zhao Feng and he fell in an extremely embarrassing manner.
"You …"
Real God Nu Ji was furious. He wanted to say something but he didn't say anything in the end.
"He is a Peak Rank Five. Zhao Feng reached Peak Rank Five and defeated Real God Nu Ji!"
"He's so arrogant. He said that Real God Nu Ji's attack is too weak!"
The spectating disciples were either incomparably excited or furious.
"No wonder he could defeat me so easily. He has already reached Peak Rank Five!"
Real God Zhi Gang, who lost to Zhao Feng earlier, found an excuse for himself.
"He's already at Peak Rank Five!"
Zhang Yutong's heart throbbed. He was somewhat regretful, regretful for what he had done to Zhao Feng.
In the sky, the Ancient Gods had even more interesting expressions.
Peak Rank Five. Although it was still Rank Five, it proved that Zhao Feng's talent and potential were faintly superior to the strongest Quasi-God prodigies of the Sacred Lands.
The three members of the Life Sacred Land also had extremely solemn expressions.
"Weren't there a few people who were in a hurry to fight me?"
Zhao Feng asked with a smile.
He leisurely stood on the stage with his hands clasped behind his back, a playful look in his eyes as he scanned the crowd.
The three people who had been in a hurry to challenge Zhao Feng immediately lowered their heads and hid themselves in the crowd.
Zhao Feng's defense was simply too terrifying. Not even True God Nu Ji could do anything about it, much less them.
"I'll give you a chance. Come at me together. How about it?"
At this moment, Zhao Feng jeered.
"Damn, this brat is so arrogant! He's telling us to come at him together!"
A peak Rank Five True God said with a scarlet face.
The crowd below had also been given quite a fright by Zhao Feng's words!
Those three people just now were all peak Rank Five True Gods like Nu Ji.
For Zhao Feng to tell them to come at him together was far too arrogant!
"Yufei, how did you find such an outstanding man!?"
Kong Die's beautiful body swayed, the envy in her eyes undisguised.
Zhao Yufei's snow-porcelain-like cheeks immediately flushed red.
"Come, let's go together!"
The three people who had been preparing to challenge Zhao Feng messaged each other.
Zhao Feng's words were far too arrogant!
If they didn't dare to go up, what face would they have left in the Spiritual Race?
Moreover, it was only Zhao Feng's physical defense that was strong. As long as the three of them didn't fight him head-on, they could guarantee that they wouldn't lose.
If they could hold down Zhao Feng and then slowly exhaust him, victory would be theirs.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Immediately, three figures leapt into the air and landed on the stage.
All three were peak Rank Five True Gods!
"Zhao Feng, you were the one who told us to come at you together. We're just fulfilling your request!"
One of them, a skinny young man with many black spots on his skin, said coldly.
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