Zhao Feng, who had never fought with his full strength, was definitely not used to his current state at the start.
There were many areas where his control wasn't very good.
But as he continued to familiarize himself, he quickly took control of everything and began to fight to his heart's content.
Coupled with the perceptive abilities and judgment granted to him by the God's Spiritual Eye, an ordinary Rank Seven Ancient God was no match for Zhao Feng.
Of course, there was another reason he was able to so quickly gain the upper hand: the Spacetime Robe.
The Spacetime Robe was a supreme-quality divine artifact, and now that Zhao Feng was an Ancient God and had reached Level Five Space Intent, he could basically use some of its effects.
The Blood Flame Qilin Race was skilled in Fire Intent and possessed powerful attacks and explosive power.
However, the Spacetime Robe could nullify the majority of these attacks, so the remaining damage didn't really affect Zhao Feng.
"Master is so strong!"
The ancient beasts immediately called out in delight as they saw Zhao Feng gradually suppress Iron Fire.
Little Ling was also dazed. She hadn't expected that when she and Zhao Feng met again, Zhao Feng would become so powerful that she could only look up to him.
"This kid has the Spacetime Robe. Iron Fire is no match for him!"
The Blood Flame Qilin with the broken horn grimaced.
"Let's go together and deal with this person!"
The other Blood Flame Qilins began to ask the Qilin for instructions.
"I alone am enough!"
The Qilin with the broken horn made up his mind.
The strength of his race was simply not enough to injure Zhao Feng.
Moreover, having more people would only make things worse.
He would launch a sneak attack at the crucial moment to heavily injure Zhao Feng and then work together with Iron Fire to seize the Spacetime Robe.
But at this moment, a voice resounded in the Qilin's soul, "Stay here and watch for me!"
This voice caused the Qilin's soul to tremble.
"Patriarch!"
The Qilin with the broken horn naturally knew who the expert who had sent him this message was.
He suddenly understood why Iron Fire had charged out and fought with Zhao Feng.
This had to be the patriarch's order!
Although he couldn't understand the reason, he could only obey.
Bang!
Zhao Feng urged his power Upanishad and God power, attacking with all of his power. The absolute power sent Iron Fire several miles away.
At this moment, Iron Fire was heavily injured, and his aura had decreased sharply.
"Too weak. Why don't you go up as well?"
Zhao Feng smiled at the Qilin with a broken horn.
Although he said that, Zhao Feng understood that there were two reasons why he was able to defeat Iron Fire so easily.
Firstly, this was the Ancient Dream Realm. With just a thought, Zhao Feng could borrow the power of heaven and earth to increase the power of his attacks.
Second, the Spacetime Robe's powerful defense allowed Zhao Feng to remain virtually unharmed.
Of course, if Zhao Feng used all the other abilities of the Spacetime Robe, Iron Fire would suffer an even more miserable defeat.
"Kid, don't be so arrogant!"
The Qilin with the broken horn thought of its chief's warning and could only endure it.
Zhao Feng was very surprised by the Qilin's attitude.
Was the Blood Flame Qilin Race going to just watch as Iron Fire was defeated or even killed and not get involved?
As he thought this, Zhao Feng suddenly sensed a dangerous and scorching energy.
Iron Fire, who had been sent flying, suddenly began to swell in energy.
The scarlet flames on his body instantly went berserk, climbing higher and higher until they formed a massive Qilin of fire that engulfed Iron Fire.
Awoooo!
Tie Huo suddenly roared, and a scorching wave of Qi swept out in all directions, dying the surroundings red.
"How terrifying! What's going on here?"
"His strength is constantly rising!"
The ancient beasts around Zhao Wan were all stunned, and then their faces turned gloomy.
On the other side, the members of the Blood Flame Qilin Race all had excited expressions.
"The patriarch is secretly helping him!"
The Qilin with the broken horn was startled.
At this moment, Iron Fire's strength was constantly rising, and he was on the verge of reaching Rank Eight.
At the same time, he was also thinking, why is the patriarch doing this?
Could it be … that this youth is the person the patriarch is looking for?
Boom!
As Iron Fire's energy swelled and his strength increased, he charged at Zhao Feng like a blazing sun.
"Since you're borrowing external strength, I won't be polite!"
Zhao Feng's eyes focused as he circulated his Space Intent.
In a flash, layers of spatial blurs appeared on his dark silver robe, blocking out the energy exuded by Iron Fire.
Swish!
Spatial blurs appeared around Zhao Feng's body, and then his body suddenly vanished. A moment later, he appeared at Iron Fire's side.
Circulating Five Elements and Wind Lightning Intent, Zhao Feng fiercely thrust out a palm.
Moreover, this palm was imbued with the energy of the world and fused with the natural energy of the Ancient Dream Realm, giving it unprecedented power.
"Blazing Fire Dragon!"
Iron Fire bellowed as he opened his mouth and spat out an unending stream of red dragons.
This red dragon was extremely corporeal, its fiery scales flashing with red light and exuding scorching energy as it collided with Zhao Feng's five-colored palm. Boom!
Bang!
In the clash of the two, Zhao Feng's palm of five-colored lightning was the first to crumble.
But before that happened, Zhao Feng used the abilities of the Spacetime Robe to blink behind Iron Fire.
"Heaven Engulfing Palm!"
Using Spacetime Intent, Iron Fire unleashed an illusory palm.
This palm pierced through the air and descended upon Iron Fire.
At the same time, Time Intent energy spread out like ripples of water, permeating the world and giving Iron Fire no time to defend or dodge. Boom!
Bang!
That huge palm image had completely hit Iron Fire, causing him to weaken a bit.
"He's still no match for this brat!?"
The Qilin with the broken horn stared in shock.
Iron Fire had the patriarch's help. Even if this brat had the Spacetime Robe, he shouldn't have been this strong!
But at this moment, Iron Fire's energy swelled once more.
"Rank Eight True God!"
The Qilin with the broken horn was flabbergasted.
At this moment, Iron Fire's strength had crossed a whole level into that of a Rank Eight Ancient God!
"Someone's helping me!"
Zhao Feng's expression flickered.
This time, Zhao Feng relied on his control over the Ancient Dream Realm to sense that an expert in the distance was using a special method to transfer their energy to Iron Fire.
To be able to increase the strength of a Rank Seven Ancient God to Rank Eight, the person behind this has to be at least a Rank Nine Ancient God!
For a moment, Zhao Feng panicked.
Wait, if the person behind this wanted to deal with me, why didn't they do it themselves? Why did they use this sort of method …?
Zhao Feng couldn't help but be confused.
But no matter what, he was now on guard.
Once that expert appeared, he had to immediately get to Zhao Wan's side and leave the Ancient Dream Realm with him.
"Blazing Fire Dragon!"
Iron Fire's savage mouth once more began to gather a scorching and dangerous energy.
Zhao Feng's eyes instantly calmed down. At this moment, he was at his most serious.
Buzz!
Bzzz! Zhao Feng's left eye began to slowly turn, a strange and dreamy luster flowing through it.
Brrrooom!
Right at this moment, Ironfire spat out a ferocious roaring scarlet flame dragon from his mouth.
This dragon of flame seemed to have broken free from a fiery hell, exuding a berserk aura as it crushed forward.
"God Eye … Disintegration!"
Zhao Feng had been preparing an eye-bloodline technique for a long time, and now, he unleashed it. A powerful ripple of Eye Intent erupted from his left eye.
However, Iron Fire's strength had reached the level of a Rank Eight Ancient God, so disintegrating his supreme technique was rather difficult.
Boom!
Boom! The crimson dragon roared, clearly on the verge of swallowing up Zhao Feng.
But when it was only several dozen feet from Zhao Feng, the dragon's head suddenly vanished, followed by its neck, body, tail …
In the end, it all vanished!
"What?"
Iron Fire's face froze, his eyes and mouth wide open.
With the patriarch's help, his strength had multiplied, and he had unleashed such a powerful supreme technique, but it had suddenly vanished.
Moreover, he couldn't understand how it had vanished.
Both friend and foe were at a loss, all of them frozen to the spot like fools.
All of this was far too bizarre.
Swish!
Zhao Feng's body blinked, and he instantly appeared at Iron Fire's side.
"God Eye Duplication: Blazing Fire Dragon!"
Zhao Feng's left eye immediately unleashed a dreamy mist.
Brrrooom!
A massive crimson dragon suddenly emerged from the dreamy mist, exuding a heaven-shaking momentum as it shot toward Iron Fire.
"Impossible …!"
Iron Fire was stunned. How could Zhao Feng use his supreme technique, and its power was also on the level of a Rank Eight Ancient God?
Boom!
Iron Fire was engulfed by this technique that he was extremely familiar with.
The surroundings of the world were deathly silent.
Everyone who saw this sight was petrified, their faces aghast.
All of this was far too absurd!
Boom!
Struck by his own supreme technique, Iron Fire lay on the ground, covered in wounds.
The patriarch was no longer transferring energy to him.
Iron Fire had been defeated!
At this moment, an incomparably oppressive and scorching energy suddenly assailed him.
In the distant horizon, crimson clouds of fire roiled and roiled.
A moment later, a massive dark red figure appeared before everyone's eyes.
This was a savage and terrifying flame monster, a Flame Demon that had walked out of a hell of lava.
Swish!
Zhao Feng's body blinked, and he instantly appeared at Zhao Wan's side.
This dark red figure's energy was slightly weaker than the Spiritual Race's Third Elder's, but it was still extremely terrifying. It was not an existence that Zhao Feng could contend against.
"Good Sir, please slow down!"
All of a sudden, a deafening roar swept across the place.
The ancient beast next to Zhao Feng had fear in his eyes, and he instinctively began to tremble.
Zhao Feng had a grave expression, his left eye staring at the approaching supreme expert. If he sensed anything wrong, he would immediately leave.
"Senior called this junior over. What business does this junior have?"
Zhao Feng coldly said.
A dark red Qilin, a peerless overlord, its entire body seething with bloody flames and savage and mighty aura, was rapidly approaching.
"Patriarch!"
The Blood Flame Qilin respectfully called out.
"Is Good Sir's eye a God Eye?"
The dark red Qilin's words left everyone stunned.
God Eye!
In their minds, God Eyes were terrifying bloodlines on par with the top ten ancient bloodlines. Each one was a legend of the world, a God that no one could hope to reach.
Everyone couldn't help but look at Zhao Feng's left eye.
At this moment, they recalled the inconceivable events that had just occurred, and they couldn't help but look at Zhao Feng's eye.
"Yes!"
As Zhao Feng spat out these two words, his body seemed to take on an imposing aura.
"Lord God, please take in the Blood Flame Qilin Race!"
The dark red Qilin, who was still several li away from Zhao Feng, slightly lowered its body and respectfully said.
Not only was everyone else dumbfounded by this sight, even Zhao Feng's calm face paled in fright, and his expression stiffened.
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