"I'm afraid that this is the reason the Blazing Gold Race is at war with the Spiritual Race!"
Zhao Feng's heart sank.
"Correct. The Blazing Gold Race even sent a half-step God Lord to assassinate Zhao Yufei, but my race discovered and stopped them."
The Third Elder's expression chilled as he spoke.
"What? The Blazing Gold Race actually sent a half-step God Lord to assassinate Yufei? "
Zhao Feng's face was also filled with surprise.
He hadn't expected for the Blazing Gold Race to send a force of this level to deal with a True God junior.
"At present, Yufei is the core of the Spiritual Race. Once she matures, the trifling Blazing Gold Race will no longer be a match for my Spiritual Race!"
The Third Elder rejoiced, his eyes gleaming with anticipation.
Firstly, he was Zhao Yufei's master. If Zhao Yufei became a God Lord, he would also gain some face.
Secondly, Zhao Feng had once refused his offer to take him as a disciple, and the Third Elder's second disciple, Zhao Yufei, was certain to surpass Zhao Feng in the future.
In the past, when outsiders spoke of the number one genius of the Spiritual Race, it was always Zhao Feng.
But in the future, that might not be the case.
"Yufei became a Rank Seven Ancient God after returning from the secret realm and has been in seclusion for several years now …."
The Third Elder's smile widened as he saw the shock on Zhao Feng's face.
Zhao Feng nodded. Zhao Yufei's potential had always been extraordinary, and now that she had obtained the legacy of the God Martial Race, her future achievements would be extraordinary. She might even be able to lead the Spiritual Race back to its former glory.
"Zhao Feng, the Spiritual Race is currently lacking in high-level fighters. Since you've just returned, why don't you go to the front lines and temper yourself?"
The Third Elder continued to speak to Zhao Feng.
Although he had a grudge against Zhao Feng, that was only because Zhao Feng had refused his offer to take him as a disciple.
Zhao Feng had just returned from his travels, and his cultivation had soared to peak Rank Eight. His foundation was definitely not firm, and his strength could not compare to that of a veteran peak Rank Eight.
Thus, the Third Elder wanted Zhao Feng to temper himself on the front lines and consolidate his strength. At the same time, he could alleviate the Spiritual Race's disadvantage.
"Lack of high-level combat power?"
Zhao Feng was a little confused.
Logically speaking, the overall strength of the Spiritual Race should be slightly stronger than the Blazing Gold Race.
"The war between the two races was instigated by the Blazing Gold Race. Back then, they suddenly launched a sneak attack that swiftly wiped out a large number of the Spiritual Race's upper echelon forces. Although the Spiritual Race was the first to react, the Blazing Gold Race still holds the advantage in this war!"
The Third Elder said with a slightly angry expression.
"Alright then!"
Zhao Feng agreed to participate in the battle.
After he had become a core disciple of the Spirit Race, he had gained a lot of benefits by relying on the Spirit Race, a five-star faction.
Moreover, the war between the two clans had started because of Zhao Yufei, so it was not appropriate for Zhao Feng to interfere.
In addition, after a large number of battles and slaughters, when the time came for Zhao Feng to remove the seal on his cultivation and reveal his true cultivation, the possibility of others suspecting him would be greatly reduced.
"Okay. Hurry to the Celestial Net Sect. This faction is one of the more important parts of the Spiritual Race's territory, and the Blazing Gold Race has always wanted to occupy it!"
The Third Elder immediately gave Zhao Feng an important mission.
After leaving the forbidden ground of the Spiritual Race, Zhao Feng tidied himself up a little and then set off.
At the same time, in a secret underground palace suffused with blazing light:
"Reporting to Elder, Zhao Feng has returned to the Spiritual Race!"
A golden-armored man appeared in the underground palace, his expression respectful.
Three balls of light floated in front of him.
The one in the middle was rather old, but he was tall and muscular. His entire body was shrouded in golden flames, and his face was stern and dignified.
"That brat has appeared again!"
Elder Jin's eyes flashed.
He was the Elder Jin who had led the Blazing Gold Race in the gambling match between the two races, and he had a very deep impression of Zhao Feng.
"The Spiritual Race is truly blessed to have produced two peerless geniuses in Zhao Feng and Zhao Yufei!"
To Elder Jin's left, a rather short middle-aged man had a sinister and cold light in his eyes.
"What is Zhao Feng's current situation?"
Elder Jin asked.
"Zhao Feng has returned to the Spiritual Race, and his cultivation has reached peak Rank Eight. He has already left the Spiritual Race and seems to be preparing to enter the battlefield!"
The golden-armored man immediately replied.
"Peak Rank Eight?"
Elder Jin and the short middle-aged man were both taken aback.
"In less than ten years, he went from Rank Seven to peak Rank Eight!"
Elder Jin's expression was extremely grim.
The moment he said this, the dark gray flame to Elder Jin's right trembled, exuding a bone-chilling chill.
"Pay close attention to Zhao Feng's every move. If there is any news, report it immediately!"
Elder Jin immediately barked.
The golden-armored man left the secret hall.
"We can't let go of this chance. Once we know where Zhao Feng is, immediately send out experts to kill him!"
Elder Jin's eyes dimmed as he began to think of a suitable candidate.
At this moment, the ball of cold, dark gray flames on Elder Jin's right side suddenly whistled and rose.
A figure walked out from within. She was wearing a light gold and luxurious dress. Her appearance was extremely beautiful, but there was a hint of coldness in it. Her tall and exquisite body would cause people to have wild and fanciful thoughts. Her aura was strange and obscure, like an illusory iceberg.
"Leave this Zhao Feng to me!"
The icy woman coldly said.
The short middle-aged man stared at the icy woman with a strange gleam in his eyes.
"Heh, that's fine. I'll leave the matter of Zhao Feng to you!"
Elder Jin faintly smiled and agreed.
The cold flame then engulfed the icy woman's body and vanished.
"Tsk tsk, Ancient God Iceflame is getting more and more beautiful, but she's a little too cold. Why is she so concerned about Zhao Feng?"
The short middle-aged man immediately asked after Ancient God Iceflame left.
Ancient God Iceflame was the number one beauty of the Blazing Gold Race and the most talented genius the Blazing Gold Race had seen in the last one hundred million years.
Long ago, when Ancient God Iceflame was still making a name for herself, countless geniuses of the Ziling Zone pursued her, but Ancient God Iceflame never took a fancy to a single one of them.
Later on, Ancient God Iceflame went out adventuring, and by the time she returned, she was already a half-step God Lord.
"She's just interested in geniuses, not in love, but in torturing them to death!"
Elder Jin gave a profound smile.
Ten-some days later:
Zhao Feng arrived at the Celestial Net Sect in the territory of the Spiritual Race.
The Celestial Net Sect was located at the peak of a chain of mountains. As Zhao Feng approached, he was immediately noticed by the people of the Celestial Net Sect.
"Who goes there?"
A loud and resounding voice resounded through the world.
"Spiritual Race's Zhao Feng has come on the orders of the Third Elder to reinforce the Celestial Net Sect!"
Zhao Feng straightforwardly replied.
But he was still rather confused. The person in charge of the Celestial Net Sect definitely knew him, so why would they ask such a question?
He couldn't help but use his left eye to peer through the dark yellow defensive array and the many buildings to see the source of the voice.
This was a dignified middle-aged man wearing a golden robe. He had a powerful aura and was a peak Rank Eight. Standing next to the golden-robed man was a handsome youth with a cold and arrogant expression.
"Ancient God Ice Origin?"
Zhao Feng was startled, and then he understood.
Ancient God Ice Origin was the Ancient God that had been the trump card of the Spiritual Race in the gambling match between the two races.
But in the gambling match, Ancient God Ice Origin had suffered a crushing defeat. In the end, Zhao Feng had single-handedly reversed the situation and obtained victory.
Back then, Zhao Feng had also sensed Ancient God Ice Origin's envy and jealousy.
Within the Celestial Net Sect:
"Father, this person is Zhao Feng!"
Ancient God Ice Origin called out.
"Peak Rank Eight?"
The golden-robed man was taken aback.
"What? Peak Rank Eight?"
Ancient God Ice Origin was flabbergasted, and then he fell into a daze.
He had been utterly humiliated in the gambling match between the two races. Upon his return, Ancient God Ice Origin had devoted himself to cultivation, and with his father's help, he had managed to reach peak Rank Seven with great difficulty.
He had originally planned to challenge Zhao Feng to a battle the next time he met him.
He hadn't expected that when he met Zhao Feng, his father would say that Zhao Feng was a peak Rank Eight.
"Although your strength is inferior to his, he is now in the Celestial Net Sect and will have to listen to your father's orders. In this war between the two races, he won't have a chance to shine. I will make sure that your achievements far surpass Zhao Feng's!"
The golden-robed man lovingly looked at Ancient God Ice Origin.
"Mm!"
Ancient God Ice Origin firmly nodded his head.
At this moment, a gap appeared in the Celestial Net Sect's defensive array.
Whoosh!
Zhao Feng entered the Celestial Net Sect.
"So it's Zhao Feng, the genius of my Spiritual Race. I am the commander of this place, Ancient God Blue Distance. You're new here, so I'll have someone prepare a residence for you. Rest for a while."
Ancient God Blue Distance looked at Zhao Feng with great enthusiasm.
"I'll have to trouble you!"
Zhao Feng replied, and then he entered a spacious and ornate palace.
He was willing to participate in the war because he planned to do his part for the Spiritual Race and reverse the disadvantageous situation it was in.
It appeared that Ancient God Blue Distance would not give him this chance.
But this was fine. Zhao Feng could peacefully spend some time on the front lines. When the time came, even if he revealed his true cultivation, he would not arouse too much suspicion.
After settling into the palace, Zhao Feng began to cultivate, focusing on increasing his Intent energy and strengthening his various skills.
That night, the gloomy and silent Celestial Net Sect suddenly became scorching hot.
Buzz!
Bzzz! A moment later, the Celestial Net Sect's defensive array shuddered, alarming all the members of the Celestial Net Sect.
"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"
Within the Celestial Net Sect, panicked voices rang out.
A large group of people had gathered outside the Celestial Net Sect, led by a giant middle-aged man who stood thirty feet tall. His entire body flickered with gold and silver light, and he radiated a fiery aura.
Whoosh!
A golden-robed figure leapt out and stood in the air, exuding a powerful ancient aura.
"Hmph, I just knew that you wouldn't give up on the Celestial Net Sect so easily!"
Ancient God Blue Distance coldly snorted.
"Enough nonsense! Ancient God Blue Distance, today, we will definitely seize the Celestial Net Sect!"
The middle-aged man shouted loudly. A scorching golden flame spread out and dyed the sky with a dazzling golden light.
Boom!
The giant middle-aged man punched out with both fists, and a blazing golden sun came crashing down.
"You? You're still too inexperienced!"
Ancient God Blue Distance scorned.
"Attack!"
Ancient God Blue Distance immediately shouted, and a crystalline Divine Power began to emanate from his body as he charged forward.
Whoosh!
Within the Celestial Net Sect, countless experts followed Ancient God Blue Distance out.
"Haha, the Celestial Net Sect is ours!"
Right at this moment, an old man with slightly withered skin appeared behind the middle-aged man.
The elder's body immediately exuded a scorching pressure that caused all the members of the Celestial Net Sect to freeze as if they were being set on fire.
Boom!
The elder waved a hand, and a dark brown flame transformed into a savage dragon that howled forward.
"Not good! A Rank Nine Ancient God!"
Ancient God Blue Distance grimaced.
Swish!
The crystalline Divine Power around him surged out, forming a massive crystal shield in front of him. Boom!
Bang!
The crystal shield was shattered a few moments later.
The dark brown flame dragon howled forward, pushing back the Ancient Gods led by Ancient God Blue Distance.
"Ah …!"
One of the weaker Rank Seven Ancient Gods found it hard to resist the powerful flames. His body was ignited, and a few moments later, he was burned to ash.
"Retreat!"
Ancient God Blue Distance immediately ordered.
Only by retreating to the Celestial Net Sect and waiting for reinforcements would they have a sliver of hope!
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