"Wuheng, you plan to tell the secret of the Giant God Race to an outsider?"
An elderly and dignified voice resounded through the hall.
"He has been the one guarding the Ancient God Seal for me this entire time, and he even personally came to return it to me, so I trust him!"
Xin Wuheng had a calm expression.
Zhao Feng knew that the Ancient God Seal contained a major secret, but he still came here and handed it over.
Thus, telling Zhao Feng the secret of the Ancient God Seal was understandable.
"Back then, my Giant God Race also deeply trusted the Ancient Soul Race, but what happened in the end?"
The elderly voice resounded once more, its words tinged with emotion, helplessness, and anger.
"Those not of my race will always have different intentions!"
Before Xin Wuheng could speak, the elderly voice, suffused with boundless majesty, resounded through the world.
At the same time, almost all the members of Giant God Hall walked out of their residences and sorrowfully looked up at the sky.
"Zhao Feng, don't take it to heart. The Grand Elder isn't targeting you …."
Xin Wuheng knew that the Grand Elder had a deep hatred for the Ancient Soul Race, so he stopped arguing and spoke to Zhao Feng.
In his view, the Giant God Race was like this because it was too reliant on its bloodline, and it believed that its bloodline was superior, so it disdained the weaker ancient races. It lived too peacefully and without any sense of danger, resulting in such a tragedy.
After experiencing all this, the Giant God Race had come to a profound understanding. Once it revived, it would be unstoppable and unstoppable.
But now that the Giant God Race was facing a crisis from Ancient Soul Hall, it needed a chance to rise again.
"Wuheng, we've got what we want. Send him away!"
The Grand Elder continued.
If the Giant God Race wanted to rise again, it needed the Ancient God Seal.
"I need his help!"
Xin Wuheng flatly said.
"What? You plan to keep him here? "
A furious voice resounded through the hall.
Zhao Feng felt like the sky was collapsing, and he was extremely oppressive.
A moment later, an elder appeared in the hall. He was tall, had dark red skin, a dignified expression, and a head of white hair.
"He's a Rank Eight Ancient God. In an ordinary faction, he truly is a top-class expert, but to the current Giant God Race, he's useless!"
The Great Elder shouted.
In truth, Giant God Hall was currently lacking experts. If they could get another Rank Eight Ancient God, they would naturally be willing.
However, the Grand Elder had always held a grudge against outsiders.
Moreover, the Giant God Race was in a critical period. Nothing could be allowed to go wrong.
"When I was reincarnated, I spent some time with Zhao Feng. I know him well. He has the ability to help me, but whether he is willing to help me or not, I have to ask him first!"
Xin Wuheng suddenly stood up, unleashing a powerful bloodline aura that weakened the pressure on Zhao Feng.
"Since you value him so much, let me test him to see if he has the ability to do so!"
The Great Elder's expression did not change as he stared at Zhao Feng.
Previously, he didn't care much about Zhao Feng, but he believed in Xin Wuheng's flame light, so he was slightly interested in Zhao Feng.
"If you want to stay here, you have to fight with my nominal disciple. Otherwise, you can leave directly!"
The Grand Elder said to Zhao Feng.
Xin Wuheng grimaced. The Grand Elder's nominal disciple, Ancient God Cheng Yun, had reached peak Rank Eight not long ago and possessed extraordinary strength.
However, he believed that Zhao Feng could defeat him. However, the Grand Elder's threatening method might make Zhao Feng unhappy and cause him to leave.
"This junior is willing to try!"
Zhao Feng's expression was indifferent.
He truly did come here with the intention of helping Xin Wuheng, but this God Lord's attitude toward him was truly displeasing. Since that was the case, he would use his strength to prove himself and give the other party a vicious slap in the face.
Moreover, after three years of seclusion, Zhao Feng had gotten much stronger, but he had never fought in a real battle, so his hands were still itching.
Xin Wuheng faintly smiled at Zhao Feng's reply.
"Okay!"
The Grand Elder bellowed. Circulating his energy, he took Zhao Feng with him and left the hall.
At the same time, a voice resounded through the hall, "Wuheng, the Ancient God Seal is in hand. Go and make your preparations. I will deal with this brat!"
In a flash, Zhao Feng realized that he had arrived in a spacious area. This place had a circumference of tens of thousands of li and was protected by a protective array.
Suddenly, there was a ripple in space, and then a golden-armored man appeared.
"Master, what business do you have with this disciple?"
Ancient God Cheng Yun respectfully bowed.
"You can have a spar with this outsider until a victor is decided," the Grand Elder indifferently said.
The Grand Elder indifferently said.
Of his disciples, only Ancient God Cheng Yun had a similar cultivation level to Zhao Feng. Although Ancient God Cheng Yun was only a nominal disciple, he had the bloodline of the Giant God Race and possessed extraordinary strength.
If a low-level outsider like Zhao Feng could defeat Ancient God Cheng Yun, it would mean that he truly did possess terrifying talent and might prove useful to the Giant God Race.
Zhao Feng's eyes flashed. This Ancient God Cheng Yun was actually the golden-armored Ancient God who had treated him with extreme hostility when he first entered Giant God Hall.
At the same time, more and more people began to gather outside the array.
"I heard that outsider wants to have a match with the Grand Elder's nominal disciple, Ancient God Cheng Yun!"
"How could a low-level outsider be a match for Ancient God Cheng Yun?"
The crowd began to chatter.
"Please enlighten me!"
The moment Cheng Yun spoke, he activated his Giant God Race bloodline.
In a flash, the world began to glow brightly, and an enormous golden-armored giant appeared, exuding an immense pressure.
Ancient God Cheng Yun had activated his bloodline, clearly intending to end this battle as quickly as possible.
After all, he had no interest in outsiders, and he was fighting for his master, so he needed to win with absolute advantage.
This person's body is much larger than Ancient God Stillmoon's!
Zhao Feng's eyes flashed. The Giant God Race bloodline could not be underestimated.
"Giant God Blazing Wind Palm!"
The nearly ten-thousand-foot-tall Ancient God Cheng Yun swung his palm, blotting out the sun.
In a flash, the entire region was engulfed in fierce gales. Suddenly, an enormous palm of wind shot toward Zhao Feng.
Swish!
Zhao Feng immediately used Spatial Blink to escape Ancient God Cheng Yun's attack range. Boom!
Bang!
The palm struck the ground, carving out a deep chasm. The power of the attack was enough to make one tremble in fear.
"That's all there is to this. That outsider's bloodline is so low-level that he can't even compare to Ancient God Cheng Yun!"
"Ancient God Cheng Yun has gotten much stronger. His Wind Intent has reached the peak of Level Six, and with the addition of the Giant God Race bloodline, that brat can only dodge!"
The spectators began to cry out in alarm.
At this moment, a bewitching man with purple-and-blood-red hair arrived and stared at Zhao Feng.
This person's arrival immediately drew strange gazes from the crowd.
"Nan Gongsheng, just like you, he's an outsider. He wants to stay here, but his luck isn't as good as yours. He must first get past Ancient God Cheng Yun!"
A young Ancient God looked at the bewitching man and smiled.
"He will win!"
Nan Gongsheng flatly said.
Inwardly, however, Nan Gongsheng was extremely unsatisfied. "I didn't think that you were already a Rank Eight Ancient God!"
"My Giant God Race bloodline possesses both strength and defense, and its offensive power is immense. Where can you hide?"
Ancient God Cheng Yun was like a towering giant, his two palms surging with profound Wind Intent.
"Fierce Gale Heaven Dragon Strike!"
Ancient God Cheng Yun twisted his palms, unleashing a powerful storm of energy.
"Ancient God Cheng Yun's supreme technique has an extremely large range. That brat has nowhere to hide!"
"It seems like it's about to end. How boring!"
Everyone originally believed that the battle would continue for a little longer, but Ancient God Cheng Yun immediately used his supreme technique.
A dark storm dragon exuding berserk energy charged at Zhao Feng.
In front of the giant dragon, Zhao Feng's tiny body was like a tiny bug, extremely fragile.
This time, Zhao Feng did not dodge. His body remained motionless, but his body rippled with dazzling Divine Power.
"Chaos Origin Shattering God Fist!"
Fusing many Intents together, Zhao Feng fiercely punched.
Instantly, a gigantic shadow of a dark fist charged toward the sky at an extremely fast speed. It was as if nothing could stop it from moving forward.
Bang! Bang!
The massive storm dragon was pierced through by Zhao Feng's fist.
One had to realize that after reaching the third level of the Chaos Heaven Void Origin Technique, Zhao Feng's Chaos Origin Divine Power was practically unrivalled among Rank Eights.
"How could this be?"
Ancient God Cheng Yun was stunned.
Even though he was a member of the Giant God Race, he had actually lost to an ordinary Rank Eight Ancient God of a foreign race in terms of Divine Power.
At this moment, Zhao Feng's left eye surged with powerful Eye Intent.
"A soul attack!?"
Ancient God Cheng Yun grimaced.
The other people outside the array also froze.
When soul attacks were mentioned, the first thing they thought of was the Ancient Soul Race. In addition, the soul truly was the Giant God Race's weakness.
"Wind Lightning Illusion World!"
Zhao Feng's left eye immediately unleashed a bolt of lightning.
This Lightning energy continued to expand, absorbing the Wind energy of the world into an enormous net of Wind Lightning that bound Ancient God Cheng Yun.
Swish!
At every moment, the Wind Lightning Net exuded destructive Wind Lightning energy that inflicted enormous damage to Ancient God Cheng Yun's soul and body.
At the same time, Zhao Feng's left eye was connected to the Wind Lightning Net, sending out powerful Illusion Dao energy that, together with the paralyzing power of the Lightning energy, affected Ancient God Cheng Yun's mind and lowered his resistance.
His opponent was a member of the Giant God Race, so small-scale eye-bloodline techniques were useless.
During his three years of seclusion, Zhao Feng had also thought of this point, so he began to research large-scale soul attacks. The Wind Lightning Illusion World was one of them.
Moreover, this eye-bloodline technique was extremely flexible, and its Lightning energy could be used with Wood, Water, and Metal Intents.
Ancient God Cheng Yun screamed as he was restrained and tortured by Zhao Feng's eye-bloodline technique.
Zhao Feng's Soul Intent was already infinitely close to that of a Rank Nine Ancient God.
Even without using his Origin energy, Ancient God Cheng Yun would find it very difficult to resist his eye-bloodline technique.
Zhao Feng's left eye suddenly began to ripple with Eye Intent. It was clear that he was about to use another eye-bloodline technique.
"Stop!"
At this moment, the Great Elder spoke up.
At this moment, it was as if the world had stopped for a moment. All the power disappeared like smoke, as if it had never existed before.
"Victory has been decided!"
The Great Elder threw down these words and floated away.
As a God Lord, he was able to see many things from this brief exchange.
If this battle continued, the loser would be Ancient God Cheng Yun, so it was better to end it here so that the Giant God Race wouldn't lose too much face.
"No! How could this be?"
Ancient God Cheng Yun was extremely unwilling, but he didn't dare to defy the Grand Elder.
With the battle over, Zhao Feng prepared to leave, but he suddenly noticed a bewitching man with violet hair in the crowd.
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