Hearing the name of the Blood Sickle Slaughterer, the faces of the Sky Rich Imperials turned ashen.
At the front of the blood-winged bird was a skinny man holding a blood sickle. He was like the representative of the God of Death as he floated in a blood-colored ripple.
That intense bloodthirsty aura spread through the sky, causing one's heart to palpitate with fear.
"I actually met this butcher. Does the heavens want me to die …?"
The Third Highness' heart trembled and his expression was filled with despair.
In the current era of the Iron Dragon Alliance, the Cloud area was like a pile of loose sand. All the countries and sects had submitted to them and didn't dare to say anything.
Among them.
The Blood Sickle Slaughterer was a famous executioner of the Iron Dragon Alliance. He was famous for killing and if anyone disobeyed him, they would slaughter an entire city, family or even a sect.
Only Zhao Feng's expression didn't change as he lazily rubbed his left eye.
"The change in the God's Spiritual Eye started when I returned to the Cloud area …."
As time passed, the swelling pain in Zhao Feng's left eye became more obvious.
Even if he didn't use the God's Spiritual Eye, he would feel slightly uncomfortable.
As for the Blood Sickle Slaughterer and company, he didn't even look at them.
Zhao Feng's casual actions were noticed by the brown-robed Elder Jiang and his eyes flashed with surprise.
From the clash before, Elder Jiang guessed that Zhao Feng was at least at the True Mystic Rank.
However, this was just a guess.
If his guess was correct, as long as Zhao Feng was willing to help, they would at least be able to protect themselves.
"Although the Blood Sickle Slaughterer is strong and has the record of fighting against those at the True Mystic Rank, he hasn't reached the True Mystic Rank yet."
Old Jiang's heart jolted, and his expression couldn't help but become eager and expectant.
The only thing he was worried about was whether or not Zhao Feng would help.
This was because the Cloud area now belonged to the Iron Dragon Alliance.
If Zhao Feng made a move, it would mean that he was fighting against the Iron Dragon Alliance, a monster that could cover the sky with one hand.
Although the True Mystic Rank was strong, fighting against the Iron Dragon Alliance was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot.
"I'll give you ten breaths of time to consider. Surrender or be slaughtered."
The Blood Sickle Butcher slowly descended from the blood-winged bird.
Swoosh swoosh swoosh — The other figures were like divine soldiers descending from the heavens, and they surrounded the people from the Royal Family of Sky Abundance with extremely experienced techniques.
Old Jiang was uneasy, the Third Prince and the others were frightened, and most of their legs were trembling.
Everyone had heard of the infamous name of the Blood Sickle Butcher.
Ten breaths of time to consider had always been the style of the Blood Sickle Butcher.
Surrender, or slaughter them all.
The Blood Sickle Butcher licked his lips. He enjoyed watching his enemies struggle in fear.
His teasing gaze swept across the crowd and he nodded slightly.
Hmm?
The Blood Sickle Butcher's eyes suddenly focused on one person.
Among the Sky Rich Royal Family's crowd, a blue-haired youth looked lazy and tired, looking very out of place.
There was no hint of fear in the young man's eyes, as if he was completely unaware of the current situation.
If it was an ordinary person, then so be it.
However, this youth's aura was like a bottomless abyss, emitting traces of coldness.
"True … True Mystic Rank?"
The Blood Sickle Butcher's heart shook in disbelief. The playfulness on his face was replaced by solemnity.
When the three words' True Mystic Rank 'came out of the Blood Sickle Butcher's mouth, Old Jiang let out a breath.
After all, the Blood Sickle Butcher's cultivation had reached the peak True Human Rank and was even stronger than the First Elder of the Broken Moon Clan.
The Blood Sickle Butcher's strength was definitely at the peak True Human Rank, and he had even fought against those at the True Mystic Rank. His senses wouldn't be wrong.
Hu ~ The sand lightly floated in the air.
The scene was dead silent.
"The information was wrong …. There's a True Mystic Rank amongst the survivors of the Sky Rich Royal Family."
The Blood Sickle Butcher's expression was extremely solemn, and cold sweat appeared on his forehead.
The figures of the dozen or so members of the Iron Dragon Alliance surrounding them froze.
In the Cloud area, those at the True Lord Rank were the absolute rulers, and they could decide the fate of the world.
Across the entire Iron Dragon Alliance, the number of True Lord Ranks could be counted on one hand.
Putting aside the Cloud area, even the Canopy Great Country only had a few True Lord Ranks. Every True Lord Rank could affect the balance of the Great Country.
In the Cloud area, True Lord Ranks were even rarer, and they were extremely rare.
This meant that the True Mystic Rank was the peak battle power under the True Lord Rank and could dominate a region.
It was hard to imagine that this youth had reached the peak of the Cloud area at such a young age.
"May I ask for your name and why you're helping the Sky Rich Royal Family?"
The Blood Sickle Butcher was someone who had been through a lot and soon calmed his emotions.
His eyes twinkled coldly and fearlessly as he stared at the carefree blue-haired youth.
The Blood Sickle Butcher guessed that this blue-haired youth must've reached the True Mystic Rank not long ago.
This meant that with his powerful battle-power, he would at least be able to resist for a while.
Of course, before that, he needed to test Zhao Feng's strength.
Zhao Feng raised his head tiredly and said expressionlessly, "I'll give you ten breaths to consider. Surrender or be slaughtered."
The Blood Sickle Butcher's words were returned to him by Zhao Feng.
"You … do you want to become enemies with the Iron Dragon Alliance?"
The Blood Sickle Butcher's expression was slightly ugly.
If it wasn't for the fact that the opponent was a True Mystic Rank higher than him, the Blood Sickle Butcher would've tortured the opponent to death already.
However, he didn't have any confidence of winning against a True Mystic Rank.
Furthermore, the other side had Elder Jiang, an expert at the True Human Rank.
"Ten … nine …."
Zhao Feng's low voice was like a death note that made the hearts of the Blood Sickle Butcher and company jump.
Elder Jiang, Third Highness, and company were overjoyed.
They didn't expect the situation to change like this.
A moment ago, they were waiting for the choice of surrender or death.
The next moment, Zhao Feng casually turned the situation around.
Furthermore, the invisible aura from Zhao Feng was extremely strong.
Logically speaking, someone like the Blood Sickle Butcher shouldn't be shocked by a youth who had just reached the True Mystic Rank.
However, for some reason, the Blood Sickle Butcher felt uneasy from his soul.
Even those at the True Mystic Rank that he was familiar with couldn't give him such pressure.
That kind of aura originated from the combination of strength, confidence, mental state, and many other aspects, and it invisibly caused others to submit to him.
It was like those in power. Although they didn't have strong individual strength, their every action had an invisible aura.
Zhao Feng had a similar aura.
Thinking back to the Purple Saint Ruins, there were dozens of True Mystic Rank geniuses that had died in his hands and many of them were at the peak True Mystic Rank.
Even the weaker True Lord Ranks didn't have the ability to resist.
"Eight … seven … six …."
In Zhao Feng's eyes, the Blood Sickle Slaughterer was as small as an ant. This kind of thought was released from his body.
"Retreat … retreat!"
The Blood Sickle Butcher suddenly made a decision. It was instinct.
There were two reasons why he retreated so decisively.
Firstly, there were two experts at the True Spirit Realm and one of them was at the True Mystic Rank. His chances of winning were less than 30%.
Secondly, the blue-haired youth gave him a strong sense of uneasiness.
Being the Butcher, he had a sense of life and death that normal people couldn't.
Retreat!
The Blood Sickle Butcher ordered and the nearby members of the Iron Dragon Alliance instantly started to follow his orders.
"Then die …."
A cruel coldness flashed on Zhao Feng's face.
Ring of Lightning!
He raised his palm and gently swiped it in the air.
In a split second, streaks of green electric chains danced in the air within a radius of several hundred feet like intelligent electric snakes.
Qiu--- Qiu--- The arcs of lightning seemed to come to life as they circled around Third Highness and bit the members of the Iron Dragon Alliance.
"Arghhh …."
Blood-curdling screams rang out incessantly, rising and falling.
Plop! Plop!
Under the flickering arcs of lightning, the dozen or so members of the Iron Dragon Alliance were turned into charred corpses.
In just a breath's time, apart from the Blood Sickle Butcher, everyone was killed.
"Killed in one move …."
The Blood Sickle Butcher's heart skipped a beat as his expression changed dramatically.
Elder Jiang, Third Highness, and company who were standing next to Zhao Feng froze on the spot and didn't dare to move under the terrifying aura of lightning.
They originally thought that Zhao Feng's killing move would kill them all.
However, Zhao Feng's attack passed between friend and foe, annihilating all of them.
Elder Jiang could only look up to such control.
The Blood Sickle Butcher knew that Zhao Feng wasn't a normal True Mystic Rank.
"Run!"
There was only one thought left in the Blood Sickle Butcher's mind.
Zhao Feng's strength was more terrifying than he had imagined. In a head on clash, his chances of winning were less than 30%. Furthermore, there was Elder Jiang.
Xiu---- The Blood Scythe Slaughterer released a blood-colored flame under his feet as he ignited his Qi of True Spirit and flew through the air.
No one knew what secret technique the Blood Sickle Butcher used to increase his speed to the True Mystic Rank.
"The Blood Sickle Butcher's technique seems to be related to the Moon Demon Palace."
Seeing the blood-colored flames fly away, Zhao Feng's heart moved.
He couldn't help but squint his eyes as he watched the Blood Sickle Butcher leave.
Elder Jiang was slightly anxious. It seemed that the Blood Sickle Butcher was extremely wary of Zhao Feng.
If Zhao Feng chased after him, he should be able to kill the Blood Sickle Butcher.
Once he let the Blood Sickle Butcher escape, it would bring more danger to the rest of the journey.
"Elder Jiang, which clan did this Blood Sickle Butcher come from?"
Zhao Feng was neither fast nor slow.
"Many of the members of the Iron Dragon Alliance come from the Cloud area such as the Two Strong Countries and the Thirteen Countries. However, the Iron Dragon Alliance has the Scarlet Moon Demonic Religion behind them and many of the core members come from the Demonic Religion. The Blood Sickle Butcher isn't from the Cloud area and is most likely a member of the Scarlet Moon Demonic Religion. "
Elder Jiang said deeply.
"Scarlet Moon Demonic Religion … Moon Demon Palace …."
Zhao Feng murmured in his heart.
In order to confirm his guesses, he instinctively circulated his God's Spiritual Eye and tried to see how the Blood Sickle Butcher circulated.
However, as soon as he circulated his eye power, the God's Spiritual Eye felt a swelling pain.
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