A small, ancient-looking spaceship pierced through the sky at an extremely fast speed.
These were the flying tools of the two from Giant God Hall. They had peak Rank Seven speed and incredible defensive capabilities, making them extremely valuable.
The Chixing Zone, where Giant God Hall was located, was separated from the Antian Zone by the Yangling Zone. Such a long distance was naturally best to use a flying tool.
Along the way, Zhao Feng learned that the muscular man was called Ancient God Sundermount while the buxom woman was called Ancient God Stillmoon. Both of them were members of Giant God Hall and possessed the bloodline of the Giant God Race.
"They are both ranked 15th among the Ten Thousand Primordial Races!"
Zhao Feng couldn't help but be surprised.
The Giant God Race was ranked 15th among the Ten Thousand Ancient Races. Legend had it that when the Giant God Race activated their bloodline, their bodies would become incredibly large, and a casual attack could overturn mountains and seas.
Perhaps he had underestimated these people. The fifteenth ranked race was definitely not as simple as it seemed on the surface.
"In truth, the situation is not as Young Master Zhao thinks. Although the Giant God Race is powerful, their bloodline is rather special …."
Ancient God Stillmoon was rather enthusiastic and took the initiative to introduce.
Every bloodline race of the Ten Thousand Ancient Races had their own specialties.
The Giant God Race's bloodline was incredibly powerful, but this race also had flaws that other bloodline races did not. That was, the chances of inheriting the bloodline were relatively low, and the density of the bloodline was relatively thin, making it extremely difficult to raise.
For example, although Ancient God Stillmoon and Ancient God Sundermount were both members of the Giant God Race, the density of their bloodline was so low that they did not live up to the name of the true Giant God Race.
Thus, although they were the fifteenth ranked Giant God Race, in terms of strength, they were about the same as the twenty-sixth ranked Ancient Soul Race.
"But Lord Wuheng has the purest bloodline in the Giant God Race. If he is given time …"
A look of respect appeared on Ancient God Stillmoon's face.
Zhao Feng nodded. He did not have a detailed understanding of the Ten Thousand Primordial Races.
From Ancient God Stillmoon's words, he understood that although the Giant God Race bloodline was powerful, there weren't many people with the Giant God Race bloodline, and those with a high concentration of the bloodline were even rarer.
"Looks like Xin Wuheng's background isn't ordinary!"
Zhao Feng fell into deep thought.
He was certain that Xin Wuheng did not possess any bloodline when he first met him.
When he thought about the Giant God Race god corpse in the Continent Zone, Zhao Feng quickly thought of something.
"Perhaps that God Corpse was Xin Wuheng's previous life. After reincarnating, Xin Wuheng came to the God Corpse and obtained the memories of his previous life, his inheritance, and his bloodline. And this Giant God Race God Corpse was definitely a peerless expert in its previous life!"
This was the only way to explain why Xin Wuheng possessed the Giant God Race bloodline and became the Hall Master of Giant God Hall.
But when he thought about it this way, there were even more strange things.
Xin Wuheng had been so powerful in his previous life, so why had he fallen? Furthermore, he had died in the Continent Region.
Moreover, why did Ancient Soul Hall want the Ancient God Seal, and why did Giant God Hall, which Xin Wuheng belonged to, also need the Ancient God Seal?
These questions were probably the secrets of Giant God Hall, so Zhao Feng did not ask about them.
"What happened to your injury?"
Zhao Feng looked at Ancient God Sundermount. Zhao Feng had already noticed that his soul was heavily injured.
"When we came to find you, the Ancient Soul Race …"
Ancient God Sundermount had a rather unsightly expression as he straightforwardly said.
At this moment, the three of them sensed the small flying ship begin to fiercely shake.
"It must be Ancient God Nethertooth's group!"
Ancient God Sundermount grimaced and Ancient God Stillmoon turned grave.
Bzzzz!
Zhao Feng couldn't help but use his left eye to see through the ship.
He saw that there were three people around the flying ship, all of them wearing calm smiles as they attacked the ship.
These three were all Rank Eight Ancient Gods. The leader was a white-haired old man, the Ancient God Nethertooth that Ancient God Sundermount had mentioned. He was a peak Rank Eight, and the other three were a man and a woman.
All three of them shared a common trait: their bodies were dark and translucent.
"Giant God Hall, obediently come out and die!"
The short-haired middle-aged man wickedly chuckled.
"Ancient Soul Race!"
Zhao Feng was able to determine this based on their appearances.
Combined with the information he had obtained, Zhao Feng could easily guess that these people were from Ancient Soul Hall.
"How did they know where we were? It's over! "
Ancient God Stillmoon was worried.
"I'm heavily injured, and they have a peak Rank Eight among them. We're no match for them!"
Ancient God Sundermount angrily said.
"We have Young Master Zhao. If the three of us work together, we should be able to fight back!"
Ancient God Stillmoon immediately turned to Zhao Feng.
Based on their previous interactions, she felt that Zhao Feng was no weakling.
"Although Brother Zhao has just broken into Rank Eight and possesses extraordinary strength, Brother Zhao is skilled in the Soul Dao, and the Ancient Soul Race is an ancient race that specializes in the Soul Dao …."
Ancient God Sundermount looked at Zhao Feng and shook his head.
Although Zhao Feng's eye-bloodline was mysterious, it was not one of the Eight Great God Eyes, so it wasn't very useful.
And the Ancient Soul Race was an ancient race that specialized in the Soul Dao. Zhao Feng was no match for the Ancient Soul Race and might even be countered by them.
"Hiding here isn't a solution, right?"
Zhao Feng flatly said.
Although this flying ship had good defenses, it couldn't stop the attacks of three Rank Eight Ancient Gods.
Swish!
The three put away the flying ship and immediately appeared.
"Eh? There's one more person. You must be Zhao Feng, the person who holds the Ancient God Seal, right? "
The short-haired middle-aged man stared at Zhao Feng in pleasant surprise.
"I didn't think that by intentionally letting you live, I would actually catch a big fish!"
The bewitching woman next to him gave a bewitching smile.
"What? Intentionally letting us go?"
Ancient God Stillmoon's eyes froze.
"Otherwise, do you really think the two of you would be able to escape from our hands?"
Ancient God Nethertooth couldn't help but jeer.
When Ancient God Stillmoon and Ancient God Sundermount learned of this, their eyes dimmed.
"You should recognize Ancient God Black Heaven, right?"
Zhao Feng suddenly said.
"Hmph, that old scoundrel volunteered to capture you, but he returned empty-handed. How embarrassing!"
The short-haired middle-aged man coldly said.
"Since that's the case, there's no need for me to show mercy!"
Zhao Feng's face was frigid, and a frigid killing intent began to seep out.
Back then, Ancient God Black Heaven and Ancient God Night Dragon had worked together to pursue him, almost killing Zhao Feng.
Later on, he only killed Ancient God Night Dragon and allowed Ancient God Black Heaven to escape.
Now that Ancient God Black Heaven's faction had delivered itself to his doorstep, he naturally wouldn't be polite.
"Zhao Feng!"
Ancient God Stillmoon stared in shock at Zhao Feng.
Could Zhao Feng not understand the situation? Their side was clearly the weaker one.
"Haha, you'd best not show mercy, or else you won't be able to die in peace!"
The short-haired middle-aged man wildly laughed.
"Enough nonsense! Kill them all!"
Ancient God Nethertooth's expression chilled as he impatiently said.
"I'll fight it out with them!"
Ancient God Stillmoon clenched her teeth, her body exuding a powerful ancient bloodline energy.
Whoosh!
In a flash, the short-haired middle-aged man floated to Zhao Feng's side.
"Heh, kid, you'd better not show mercy!"
The middle-aged man sinisterly chuckled.
He could tell that Zhao Feng had only recently broken into Rank Eight and that his bloodline was extremely weak, so he wasn't the least bit worried.
"Chaos Origin Divine Fist!"
Zhao Feng circulated his Chaos Origin Divine Power and unleashed a probing attack.
He had never interacted with the Ancient Soul Race of the Ten Thousand Ancient Races, but he knew that none of the top-ranked races could be underestimated.
"Divine Power is this powerful?"
The short-haired man was surprised, and then he smiled. "But it's too slow!"
Whoosh!
His body transformed into a wave of black light as he dodged Zhao Feng's punch.
"It's my turn!"
The short-haired middle-aged man suddenly appeared, and casually struck out a dark palm of light.
This palm of light exuded a powerful Soul energy, and in the center of the palm was a lifelike dark snake that slowly twisted and flicked its tongue.
"A soul attack!"
Zhao Feng focused his left eye to analyze the attack.
This palm was a soul attack with both speed and power.
Swish!
Zhao Feng's body flashed as he dodged the attack.
"Spatial Blink … but what use is that?"
The middle-aged man was taken aback, and then he gave a wicked smile.
The palm of black light that had missed turned around and continued toward Zhao Feng.
"As expected, there's something strange about it!"
Zhao Feng's expression darkened.
Zhao Feng hadn't been able to analyze the snake in the palm just now, so he was certain that there was something fishy going on.
Swish!
Zhao Feng's body continued to blink as he dodged the palm of black light.
But the palm of black light seemed to have a mind of its own and pursued him relentlessly.
Crucially, Zhao Feng realized that the middle-aged man wasn't really controlling this soul attack.
"Zhao Feng, this is a special technique of the Ancient Soul Race. That snake is a Soul Beast that they cultivate, equivalent to a beast tamer's pet …."
At this moment, Ancient God Stillmoon, who was fighting Ancient God Nethertooth, warned him.
"Is that so?"
A look of surprise appeared on Zhao Feng's face.
It was no wonder that this palm of black light seemed to have a mind of its own, following him closely and showing no signs of weakening. It was actually a Soul Beast cultivated through a special cultivation technique.
To the Ancient Soul Race, Soul Beasts were their pets, but they were easier to control and could even be fused into soul attacks.
Meow!
At this moment, the little thieving cat jumped out of the interspatial dimension.
"Then let's see whose pet is stronger!"
Zhao Feng suddenly smiled.
Since the little thieving cat had run out of its own accord, it naturally wanted to play around. He was confident that the little thieving cat also had a way to deal with the Ancient Soul Race.
"Hmph, any random stray cat can be compared to my soul beast?"
The middle-aged man snorted in anger.
He formed a spell, and dark light surged around his body.
At the same time, the little snake in the palm of black light gradually grew larger and larger. It flew out of the palm and began to devour it.
Hiss!
Hiss! The dark snake was now the size of a small house, savage and terrifying. It lunged at Zhao Feng as if it wanted to devour his soul.
Meow!
The little thieving cat immediately extended its paws. With a flash of silver light and runes, a silver-white cat lunged out.
The silver cat's body gradually grew larger until it was even larger than the dark snake.
Swoosh!
The silver cat lunged at the dark snake, leaving behind several deep claw marks on its body as it furiously tore at it.
"That's … how do you know the Ancient Soul Race's bloodline secret technique, Soul Devouring Strike!?"
The middle-aged man exclaimed.
The attack that the little thieving cat had just used was an extremely profound secret technique of the Ancient Soul Race, Soul Devouring Strike. Once it was used, it would temporarily form a Soul Beast that would furiously devour the opponent's soul.
"No, my shadow snake!"
The middle-aged man finally realized that his Soul Beast was about to die.
"You'll die before it does!"
A cold voice suddenly resounded from the middle-aged man's side.
"Not good!"
The middle-aged man grimaced.
"Tribulation Lightning Eye Flame!"
The moment Zhao Feng finished speaking, the middle-aged man's soul was ignited by a ball of lightning and flame.
Boom!
Hisss! Countless arcs of lightning, exuding an astonishing aura of Destruction, began to explode through his body.
"What's going on?"
Ancient God Nethertooth sensed the abnormality on the other side and sent out his Divine Sense, upon which he grimaced.
"Zhao Feng actually has the advantage!"
Ancient God Sundermount blurted out in shock as he looked at Zhao Feng's side.
The battle had barely begun, but the Ancient Soul Race expert had been defeated by Zhao Feng!
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
