? Chapter 767
Deathgod Body
In the face of such a mighty divine sun, Feng Hao was fearless. His body was straight and his eyes were spitting out an almost tangible battle intent. His aura shot up to the sky like an immortal god of war. Bang!
"Kill!"
Along with this thunderous roar, a majestic battle intent broke out of his body. The Illusionary Martial Vortex in his body, the power of the stars, and the dark blue energy surged wildly and condensed on his Qilin Arm. A seemingly tangible sword appeared in his hand. The Qilin Arm trembled slightly as if it could not hold on. Feng Hao did not hesitate. He stomped on the ground and soared into the sky. Holding the sword in his hand, he slashed at the flaming sun.
Such an action made the bystanders tense up. Their eyes followed his figure …
"Break!"
An angry roar sounded like the groaning of a god of war. It was powerful and intimidating. Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Feng Hao's battle intent soared. He raised the sword in his hand and slashed at the falling flaming sun.
Swoosh!
A sharp white light streaked across everyone's eyes. Feng Hao's figure passed by the flaming sun. Not long after, a crack appeared on the flaming sun, splitting it into two halves. Then, a dazzling light burst out!
"Boom!"
Like an atomic bomb exploding, a huge mushroom cloud rose into the sky. A terrifying aura suddenly exploded. Gusts of strong wind swept in all directions like a Category 12 typhoon, shrouding the entire square. It raged wildly and shattered everything. The ground was scraped layer by layer, and dust flew everywhere.
Kacha! Crack! "
One by one, their jaws were dislocated. Their eyes were filled with fear and disbelief.
Everyone could see clearly that the flaming sun was condensed by the Sun God's Blood. Its power was immense and terrifying. During the selection of the Radiance Alliance, no one could withstand this attack. The only one who could withstand it was the divine body of the hidden aristocratic family. He had to burn his own God Blood and was in a sorry state!
However, such a destructive flaming sun was now cut in half by Feng Hao using an unknown secret technique. How could they accept this?
Instantly, Feng Hao's strength soared in everyone's hearts.
This young man was too terrifying!
No one knew it.
They even thought that he was someone with no elemental physique and directly regarded him as someone with Emperor bloodline!
"How much strength does the Feng Clan have hidden?"
Everyone's eyes were fixed on the Imperial City. When they saw Feng Zhentian's enigmatic smile, their hearts trembled violently.
Could it be that the Feng Clan had produced two people with Emperor bloodline in the past ten years?!
Just thinking about this caused everyone to inwardly suck in a breath of cold air. Their eyes were filled with deep fear.
The Sovereign Bloodline Physique was undoubtedly the number one physique in the world. It was the foundation of the Sovereign Clan. A Sovereign Clan that could maintain one Sovereign Bloodline Physique was already able to stand at the peak. If there were two …
Even so, when they remembered that the Feng Clan had lost their imperial weapon, their heavy hearts eased a little.
However, when they remembered that the Feng Clan had lost their imperial weapon, their heavy hearts eased a little.
"Emperor bloodline, huh?"
After the Light Alliance Lord glanced at the man beside him, a relaxed and gentle smile appeared on his face again, as if he didn't mind at all.
His confidence stemmed from the mysterious young man beside him!
...
After the storm, the square was in an even more disorderly state. Countless cracks littered the ground, and not a single piece of the floor was intact.
The Nephrite Holy Son stood there in a sorry state. His hair was disheveled, and his clothes were in tatters. He was no different from a beggar on the street. His breathing was rapid, and he panted constantly. He stared fixedly at the figure slowly approaching him, a trace of fear flashing across his eyes.
Indeed, he was afraid!
When Feng Hao had destroyed the Divine Sun that he was most proud of, his confidence had also been shattered.
About ten meters away, Feng Hao stopped in his tracks. Looking at the battered Nephrite Holy Son, his lips curled into a cold smile.
"Like I said, you won't be so lucky every time."
Feng Hao's mocking words made the Nephrite Holy Son tremble all over.
"Are you going to kneel and beg for mercy?"
Fenghao returned the words he had said before the battle to him in its entirety.
"No! I won't lose, and I definitely won't lose to someone like you! "
His arrogant pride prevented him from begging for mercy. The gazes of the crowd in the distance were like sharp swords stabbing into his heart, causing him to tremble violently. His originally clear eyes were now bloodshot.
"I have a divine body, I won't lose!"
He went berserk. Incandescent divine energy of the sun surged out of his body and shot into the sky, dazzling and scorching. His clothes tore open and his skin ruptured. Divine blood gushed out, but it didn't drip onto the ground. Instead, it ignited on its own. The crimson flames were extremely demonic. In a split second, the Nephrite Holy Son had transformed from a child of the sun into a hellish blood demon. Killing intent surged from his body, and killing intent soared to the heavens.
"He's burning his divine blood!"
Someone cried out in alarm, and his eyes were filled with terror.
The most precious thing for a person with a Divine Body was the God's Blood in their body. Every drop they used was one drop less. Therefore, unless it was absolutely necessary, a person with a Divine Body would not use the God's Blood. This was because if they lost all the God's Blood, they would lose the right to control Divine Power. They might even die!
What the Nephrite Holy Son was doing now was undoubtedly suicide!
Seeing this, Feng Hao didn't dare be careless anymore. Eyes focused, the power of stars, dark blue energy, and battle intent within him surged and slowly coalesced. He was still brimming with battle intent and didn't show the slightest hint of fear.
Right now, all he could think about was fighting. He'd forgotten everything else!
"Go to hell!"
The Nephrite Holy Son grinned viciously. Raising two balls of crimson sun in his hands, he charged at Feng Hao as if he wanted to take him down with him.
"Die!"
Feng Hao spat out thunderbolts, his eyes blazing with battle intent. A sword materialized in his hand, and he stomped his foot to meet the Nephrite Holy Son head-on.
"Crack!"
An ear-piercing sound pierced through the air, followed by a flash of blood. The two crossed each other and stood there, motionless. However, the crimson flames burning on the Nephrite Holy Son's body slowly faded. A line of blood appeared on his forehead, and fresh blood flowed out. His eyes were wide open, as if filled with nostalgia for this world. However, his spirit was fading, replaced by eternal darkness.
"Next!"
A cold, emotionless voice emerged from Feng Hao's mouth, echoing throughout the area like a gust of wind that swept through everyone's hearts, chilling them to the bone.
"…"
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