On the arena of the Sacred Land.
The disciples and experts of the sects were dumbfounded.
"Ten moves? This Zhao Feng dares to be so arrogant? "
"This brat just became a Core disciple of the Sacred Clan, and Zuo Hong's cultivation is one rank higher than his."
None of the several hundred spectators had high hopes for Zhao Feng.
After all, Zuo Hong was an old Core disciple, and he was better than Zhao Feng in every aspect.
Furthermore.
That brat was arrogant enough to make a bet of ten moves.
"What, you don't dare?" Zhao Feng smiled faintly.
The reason he made the bet was to prove that he had the strength to replace one of the predetermined spots.
This way, no one would say anything, and it wouldn't affect the reputation of his master.
"Why wouldn't I dare? If I lose, I'll apologize to you in person, and I'll stay away from you in the future. "
Zuo Hong laughed as victory was within his grasp.
He was overjoyed, and he looked at Zhao Feng as if he was looking at an idiot.
"Hong 'er … don't underestimate your opponent. Zhao Feng's mental energy and bloodline aura aren't normal. Since he's so confident, he most likely has something to rely on. "
The Divine Sense of a King appeared in Zuo Hong's mind.
The owner of the voice was Zuo Hong's master.
"Disciple understands."
Zuo Hong's heart skipped a beat, and he stopped underestimating Zhao Feng.
His master was a Void God Realm King after all, and he could accurately estimate his opponent's strength.
"Begin!"
A half-step Void God Realm was the judge on the arena.
"No matter how strong Zhao Feng is, there's no way I can't even last ten moves."
Zuo Hong's figure flickered as he used a technique from the Sacred Land.
Soaring Cloud Swan!
In the next instant, a giant azure and silver figure condensed in the sky like a giant Peng. Whoosh!
Whoosh!
Zuo Hong's figure merged into the silver and azure Peng figure, and sharp wings that were almost a hundred yards long crushed toward Zhao Feng.
"What a profound technique!"
Zhao Feng was under a huge shadow. His heart was cold and his skin was aching.
Without using his eye-bloodline, it was difficult for him to locate Zuo Hong's true body.
"Purple Lightning Wind Ring!"
Zhao Feng let out a soft shout, and under the cover of the sharp shadow wings, he activated the Purple Destruction Tempest.
Bo … Bo Bo!
Zhao Feng was surrounded by a dazzling stream of purple lightning. Frighteningly dazzling purple rings of destruction emitted an aura of destruction that soared into the sky in waves.
With the naked eye.
Rings of purple lightning grew larger and larger as they flew towards the silvery and azure Peng silhouettes in the sky.
Boom! Crackle!
Two sharp and domineering forces collided, and a destructive aura wreaked havoc.
Ka-cha!
Soon, a crack appeared on the silver and azure Roc shadow in the sky under the impact of the waves.
As soon as they clashed, the victor was decided.
"Purple Destruction Tempest? It's actually the inheritance of the Wind Thunder Great Emperor … "
The Divine Senses of some Kings in the air were slightly surprised.
The experts of the True Martial Sacred Land were all knowledgeable, and they soon recognized Zhao Feng's inheritance.
"Wind Thunder Great Emperor? In the past, he was a legendary existence even among Void God Realm Emperors. "
"The Ten Thousand Lightning Sect also has the inheritance of the Wind Thunder Great Emperor, but it's not the best inheritance …."
The Divine Senses of the Kings started to discuss.
"Wind Thunder Great Emperor?"
A Martial Monarch's Divine Sense passed by with a sigh.
Some of the ancient Emperors of the True Martial Sacred Land might have interacted with the Wind Thunder Great Emperor before.
Back then.
The Wind Thunder Great Emperor had once cultivated in the Ten Thousand Lightning Great Emperor.
At this moment, the Wind Thunder Great Emperor's Purple Destruction Tempest suppressed the ancient inheritance technique of another Sacred Land.
"A brat from the outside world actually has the inheritance of a legendary Emperor?"
Zuo Hong gritted his teeth in the air.
Flying Peng Flash!
Zuo Hong suddenly circulated his bloodline power, and the outline of the giant Peng in the sky became even more solid. Lightning flashed, lightning flashed, and dark clouds blew.
Shua!
In the next instant, the giant Peng flashed across Heaven and Earth.
It was as if a legendary bird could be seen with the naked eye, and it released an ancient pressure as it screeched through Heaven and Earth.
Hmm?
Zhao Feng felt a strong pressure, and his blood froze.
He didn't expect Zuo Hong's bloodline technique to be so strong. Its battle-power was comparable to a Great Origin Core Realm Sovereign Lord.
"Wind Lightning Hundred Shadows!"
Zhao Feng roared as a ball of purple lightning appeared around his body.
Shua! Shua! Shua!
In the blink of an eye, the ball of purple lightning split into two and transformed into two purple lightning wind silhouettes.
The two figures of purple lightning then quickly split into two.
Two … four … eight … sixteen.
In the blink of an eye, dozens of Purple Lightning Wind Shadows were spread out in an area with a radius of one kilometer.
Shu ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
The shocking attack of the Roc's Passing Shadow shook the heavens and the earth, shattering the lightning clones.
However, Zhao Feng's true body was nowhere to be seen.
It was hard to tell which one was real and which one was fake. All of the figures could attack for a short period of time. Shua!
Shua! Shua!
Shua! The figures of purple lightning charged toward Zuo Hong's Flying Peng Flash one after another.
Zuo Hong was enraged, and his body was covered in lightning.
Outside the arena, most of the geniuses of the Sacred Land were stunned.
"Blade of Purple Destruction!"
A dark purple blade of light that was as thin as a cicada's wing suddenly condensed in the hand of one of the figures of purple lightning. An ancient aura of Destruction appeared on the surface of the blade.
Crack!
The Blade of Violet Destruction was dazzling to the extreme, and it expanded explosively to over 30 meters. Wind and thunder rumbled as an aura of destruction poured down, and it slashed the Roc's Flitting Shadow into two.
"Arghh!"
Zuo Hong, who had merged into the Flying Peng Flash, harrumphed.
Shua!
A dark red mark could be seen on his body as the power of Destruction entered his body.
Even with his powerful bloodline, the wound and the injuries in his body wouldn't be able to heal in a short amount of time.
This was the unique property of the Intent of Destruction, and it had a strong resistance against healing.
"Not good, Zhao Feng's offense, speed, and inheritance are all stronger than Hong 'er's …."
The Divine Sense of a King couldn't help but exclaim.
Zhao Feng's Blade of Purple Destruction destroyed Zuo Hong's bloodline technique and injured the latter.
However:
Zhao Feng's attack wasn't over yet.
"Wings of Wind and Lightning!"
The Purple Destruction Wings of Wind and Lightning extended from Zhao Feng's back, and his Intent of Wind and Lightning made him seem like an ancient demon surrounded by wind and lightning.
Boom!
A terrifying and suffocating Purple Destruction Wind Lightning shook the entire Dueling Stage. Lightning and astral winds filled the sky and interweaved like a storm, emitting an ancient aura of destruction.
"Break!"
As Zhao Feng attacked, his speed, offense, and Intent of Wind and Lightning rose to a whole new level.
He thrust out his palm, and it was as if he could see a Purple Destruction Wind Lightning Dragon roaring in the wind.
"So strong!"
The spectators outside the arena felt their hearts and bloodlines tremble as they gazed at the blue haired figure that was like a devil of wind and lightning.
"No ~ ~ ~ ~!"
Zuo Hong circulated his bloodline power to the maximum, and the wings around him started to crumble. He was sent flying off the arena by the unstoppable Purple Destruction Wind Lightning Dragon.
Plop!
When Zuo Hong landed on the ground, his entire body was scorched black.
He wanted to move, but his body was numb, and most of his lifeforce had been destroyed. He couldn't move at all.
"Senior Martial Brother Zuo!"
A few True Disciples helped Zuo Hong up in shock.
"Thank you."
Zhao Feng walked off the arena under the wary gazes of the spectators.
"He did indeed win within ten moves …."
The half-step Void God Realm judge looked at Zhao Feng weirdly.
At the last moment:
With the support of the Wings of Wind and Lightning, Zhao Feng's battle-power could easily break through the barrier of cultivation and threaten Sovereign Lords at or above the middle stages of the Great Origin Core Realm.
Such battle-power made most geniuses from the Sacred Land pale in comparison.
"This strength is passable."
The expressionless Senior Brother Nan said from the crowd.
For someone who was one of the top ten geniuses of the Sacred Land, such strength wasn't surprising.
One had to know:
Many of the top ten geniuses of the Sacred Land could challenge normal half-step Void God Realms.
On the other hand, Chen Yilin was surprised.
He was also one of the top ten geniuses of the Sacred Land.
However, Chen Yilin had seen Zhao Feng a year ago.
At that time, Zhao Feng was only at the half-step Origin Core Realm, and he might not even be able to block one attack from Jiang Fan.
"Luckily, Jiang Fan isn't here. The strength that Zhao Feng just displayed is already on par with Junior Martial Brother Jiang."
Chen Yilin murmured.
Jiang Fan had gone to cultivate with his master, Emperor Gu Luo, after Duanmu Qing's disciple ceremony.
Right at this moment:
"Zhao Feng, you did well. Come to Master's place."
Emperor Duanmu's voice sounded.
It was obvious that Emperor Duanmu was paying attention to this battle as well.
The other Kings couldn't help but sigh. Emperor Duanmu's disciple had such shocking strength right after entering the Sacred Land.
A while later:
"Master, what can I do for you?"
Zhao Feng arrived at Duanmu Qing's palace.
"Zhao Feng, your strength can be ranked in the top five or six of the Mystic True Sacred Clan's Core disciples. However, there's still a gap between you and the top ten geniuses of the Sacred Land. It's still not enough if you want to gain much from the Demigod Forgotten Garden …. "
Duanmu Qing said.
Zhao Feng didn't object.
He had used 60-70% of his Purple Destruction Wind Lightning's full power in the battle just now.
If a Core disciple at the Small Origin Core Realm already had such strength, then the Great Origin Core Realm geniuses and the top ten geniuses of the Sacred Land would be even more immeasurable.
"I'll give you these three things before I leave. They might be of use to you."
A wooden box appeared in Duanmu Qing's hand.
Zhao Feng took the wooden box and opened it. There were two books and a jade bottle inside.
Within the jade bottle was a thumb-sized crystal pill. It was oval-shaped and gave off a pure aura that made Zhao Feng feel pressured.
"This is a Crystal Pill that can help those at the peak of the Small Origin Core Realm break through to the Great Origin Core Realm. Your cultivation isn't enough to use this pill, but I've found that your Core Core has started to crystallize. "However, I have discovered that the core within your body has already begun to crystallize. If you use this pill in advance, perhaps it will have a good effect."
Duanmu Qing said with a smile.
"Crystal Pill?"
Zhao Feng couldn't help but feel excited. He had heard of the value of this pill. It was priceless even in the Void Ocean Spiritual Palace.
Next:
His gaze was fixed on the two ancient books.
One of the books had four words written on it: Dark Eye Secret Book.
"Hmm?"
Zhao Feng couldn't help but be surprised. What did this have to do with the Dark Eye Incomplete Page that he had obtained back then?
"Hehe, I got this Dark Eye Secret Technique from the Emperor of Death. It's related to his core Dark Eye technique …."
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