With the bloodline of the Spiritual Race, Zhao Yufei was able to easily block Nan Gongsheng's attack.
"Even the Mystic Spatial Crack can't injure her at all?"
Nan Gongsheng was slightly dazed.
Even the warm youth Wen Luoan would be injured if he took the Mystic Spatial Crack head-on.
However.
The bloodlines of the Ten Thousand Ancient Races were ranked before and after.
Wen Luoan was ranked in the top hundred, which was already heaven-defying.
Furthermore.
The Spiritual Race was ranked in the top twenty of the Ten Thousand Ancient Races.
After blocking this attack:
Weng ~ ~
Zhao Yufei's body blossomed with a layer of purple light, which turned into thousands of rings with domineering power.
The terrifying aura of the Ten Thousand Ancient Races bloodline caused the Heaven Earth Yuan Qi to boil, and a purple light shot into the sky.
At that instant:
The bloodlines of the disciples and even some Kings below the True King Stage started to tremble.
Apart from the two Emperors.
Everyone's True Yuan and bloodlines were suppressed, and they found it hard to breathe.
Even the two Emperors felt a faint pressure from the bloodline suppression. Shua!
Shua!
Nan Gongsheng turned into a silver blur and dodged Zhao Yufei's charge, not wanting to take the attack head-on.
Even then.
He was also shaken by that counterattack, causing his Qi and blood to churn.
"Offense, speed, defense … they're almost perfect …."
Nan Gongsheng took a deep breath and felt troubled.
Although he had the Spatial Spiritual Body and the Heaven Spiritual Body, he didn't have a Ten Thousand Ancient Races bloodline.
The Ten Thousand Ancient Races list recorded all the top bloodline races from the ancient times.
The top twenty bloodlines were almost perfect.
Nan Gongsheng used everything he had in the following battle.
He even took out the Qiankun Sword, but he was only able to suppress Zhao Yufei for a while.
What was unbelievable was that:
Zhao Yufei's True Yuan wasn't just strong, it was limitless. After fighting for half a day, it had become even more refined.
Most bloodlines of the Ten Thousand Ancient Races had extremely strong recovery abilities.
On the other hand, Zhao Yufei's recovery abilities were strong, but the main reason was because of her Spiritual Race bloodline.
To put it simply.
Other people's Veritable Essence Energy usually needed to be stored in their dantian and condensed into a Crystal Core.
But with the Spirit Race's bloodline, their entire bodies were equivalent to the dantian, the source of their power.
In terms of True Yuan reserves, the Spiritual Race's experts were ten times, or even a hundred times greater than those of the same level.
Therefore …
In a battle of attrition, almost no race was a match for the Spirit Race.
"The bloodline of the Spirit Race is truly powerful. If Sheng 'er hadn't broken through to the King Tier, he would have suffered a crushing defeat. "
Emperor Mi Kong broke out in cold sweat.
The top 20 bloodlines of the Ten Thousand Ancient Races were simply too powerful.
Time flew by.
The battle between the two geniuses was hard to determine.
Although Nan Gongsheng couldn't do anything to Zhao Yufei, he was a King and had a profound understanding of spatial techniques. Protecting himself wasn't a problem.
The two geniuses fought for an entire day and night.
Zhao Yufei's face was not red, and her heart was not beating fast. She was calm and composed.
Sweat appeared on Nan Gongsheng's forehead. He would only occasionally take out the Qiankun Sword to suppress the situation.
At the same time.
Within the secret hall of the Emperor's palace:
"Yufei … is this your true strength?"
A murmur sounded.
Miao!
The little thieving cat and the child Demigod inspected the man who had just woken up.
Hu ~ ~
Faint purple hair had a dreamy quality to it, and it had a wicked sense of beauty that could affect one's mind.
Zhao Feng sat up and opened his eyes.
His left eye was a limitless purple, as if it was a flawless light purple gem that had an ancient and elegant aura.
The child Demigod's heart shook when he met the purple eye.
"What kind of eye-bloodline is this, and what does it have to do with the Eight Great God Eyes?"
The child Demigod didn't dare to look directly at the left eye.
He roared in his heart. He was a Demigod that had reincarnated!
Of course.
The child Demigod only had a beginner Demigod bloodline and a portion of his memories.
His current cultivation and knowledge couldn't be compared to the Demigod Kun Yun when he was at his peak.
Zhao Feng didn't look at the child Demigod.
His left eye pierced through the buildings and spatial barriers to see the battle on the True King's Stage.
Zhao Feng only saw the latter half of the battle between Zhao Yufei and Nan Gongsheng.
"Yufei has Little Heaven and Earth as her shield, the Purple Saint Partial Spirit's Intent, and her Spiritual Race bloodline. She's undefeatable against anyone below Emperors."
Zhao Feng analyzed Zhao Yufei's battle-power very well.
At the same time:
Zhao Yufei, who was in the middle of battle, felt a chill on her skin. She felt as if she had been stripped naked, and all her secrets were seen through.
However …
That kind of penetrating gaze was a familiar feeling.
"Hmm?"
Emperor Duanmu and Emperor Mi Kong sensed something.
The God's Spiritual Eye's senses were much deeper than normal Divine Sense.
Zhao Feng took back his left eye when the two Emperors sensed it.
Only then did his gaze land on the child Demigod.
"Hehe, you're growing very quickly."
Zhao Feng had a faint smile as he inspected the child Demigod.
Rather than saying that the Demigod was cultivating again, it was more like "recovering."
The Demigod's blood essence wasn't simple.
Furthermore, Zhao Feng had used the Immortal Springs Wine, the Origin Lifeforce Liquid, and many other treasures in order to revive a Demigod.
The child Demigod's skin had faint golden lines on it.
"I couldn't tell that the Demigod Kun Yun was an expert that specialized in body-strengthening."
Zhao Feng couldn't help but click his tongue in wonder when he scanned over the child with his God's Spiritual Eye.
At this moment:
The Demigod Kun Yun's body was even stronger than the skeletal Division Leader's.
"Master …!"
The child Demigod's hairs stood on end as Zhao Feng stared at him, as if all his secrets could be seen.
"Dark Heart Seed!"
A misty purple world appeared in Zhao Feng's left eye, and a terrifying mental energy eye-bloodline power made the child Demigod's consciousness freeze.
What powerful Soul eye-bloodline power!
The child Demigod screamed as his consciousness was restricted.
The power of the soul was so dominant that the two weren't even on the same level.
He couldn't fight back and could only watch as Zhao Feng "planted" the Dark Heart Seed in him again.
Before falling asleep, Zhao Feng had used the Dark Heart Seed on the child Demigod once.
This time:
Zhao Feng's God's Spiritual Eye had become stronger. This time, he used the strengthened version of the Dark Heart Seed.
This time, the Dark Heart Seed had merged with Zhao Feng's Eye Intent.
That's right, Eye Intent!
After the evolution of Zhao Feng's God's Spiritual Eye, his soul had increased by leaps and bounds, and his eye-bloodline had formed Eye Intent.
Eye Intent was similar to King Intent, but it was more unique.
"Eye Intent? Only a small number of Soul-elemental eye-bloodlines and those who have reached the King level can have it. "
The child Demigod's heart went cold.
Without a doubt.
This time, the Dark Heart Seed he used with Eye Intent was dozens of times stronger than last time.
One had to know that.
The Emperor of Death's Eye Intent was still in Zhao Feng's soul, and it hadn't been destroyed yet.
However, Zhao Feng believed that as the God's Spiritual Eye evolved, it would wear down the Eye Intent even faster.
Only he knew how much the evolution of the God's Spiritual Eye and how much his soul had increased.
"Last time, the God's Spiritual Eye's evolution was just a small one. This time, it's a big one. "
Zhao Feng stood still as his faint purple hair blew in the wind.
He gave off a strong sense of pride and confidence.
Last time.
The element of the God's Spiritual Eye could change between ice and water, but the change wasn't very big.
This time:
The Soul Sea World was formed in the dimension of his left eye.
Zhao Feng's soul and the God's Spiritual Eye had merged together and were one.
The Soul Sea World was thousands of yards wide.
There was a lake of blue eye-bloodline power in the purple ocean.
In the sky, the azure wind and the scarlet-purple thunderclouds clashed with each other, emitting a powerful aura.
"The God's Spiritual Eye's evolution this time is in the soul-dimension."
Zhao Feng stood up and slowly walked forward.
His current soul-origin power was several times stronger than normal Void God Realm Kings.
He circulated the Ten Thousand Divine Thoughts Technique and condensed his soul-origin power.
One Thought Turning One Hundred!
Zhao Feng split his thoughts into one or two hundred, and he was overjoyed.
Even Duanmu Qing had only reached the level of One Thought Turning One Thousand.
As for Zhao Feng, he only needed to cultivate for a while and he should be able to turn five hundred into One Thought Turning One Thought Into One Hundred.
Immediately afterwards:
Zhao Feng tried to wear down the wisp of Death intent in his Soul Sea.
The dark symbol of the Eye of Death's aura started to weaken as Zhao Feng wore it down.
"It's several times faster than before."
Zhao Feng was overjoyed.
As long as he could get rid of this symbol, he would be able to escape from the Emperor of Death.
An hour later:
After merging some of the Ancient Dream Realm aura into the Ten Thousand Divine Thoughts Technique, Zhao Feng's purple Soul Sea became stronger, and his aura was concealed.
At this moment:
The sparring between Zhao Yufei and Nan Gongsheng finally came to an end on the True King Stand.
"Emperor Mi Kong, why don't we call this a draw?"
Emperor Duanmu said with a smile.
"Sure."
This was exactly what Emperor Mi Kong wanted.
Boom!
Boom! The two Emperor Intents instantly stopped the battle between the two geniuses.
"Your spatial techniques are indeed extremely profound. Let's call this a draw. "
Zhao Yufei smiled faintly.
Nan Gongsheng was a King, and he had a mysterious spatial technique. He was indeed hard to deal with.
"Junior Martial Sister Zhao's Spiritual Race bloodline is enviable. I can only try to stay undefeated."
Nan Gongsheng let out a breath.
The Spiritual Race bloodline was just too perfect. He felt helpless.
Zhao Yufei was younger than him, and it was almost certain that she would surpass him in the future.
After all.
The specialty of the Spiritual Race was their cultivation speed. As long as one's mental energy was strong enough, they could increase their cultivation limitlessly.
"Yufei, you did well in this battle. You didn't even use the true power of your Little World to fight Nan Gongsheng to this level. "
The Purple Saint Partial Spirit praised.
Through this spar, Zhao Yufei's strength had been tempered.
One could predict that after this battle.
Zhao Yufei's name would definitely shake the True Martial Sacred Land.
On the same day:
Zhao Yufei and Duanmu Qing returned to the Emperor's palace together.
"Big Brother Zhao Feng, you're finally awake."
Zhao Yufei was overjoyed as she looked at Zhao Feng's beautiful purple hair.
The faint undulation of soul power radiating from Zhao Feng surprised Duanmu Qing.
Even though he was an Emperor, he was unable to see through Zhao Feng's true strength.
Seeing this:
Duanmu Qing gave Zhao Yufei a look.
"Big Brother Zhao Feng, maybe we should spar."
Zhao Yufei gave a playful smile.
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