Book 1: End of Book 1: 279
The scholarly-looking middle-aged man asked, "You don't look like someone from the Witch Race; whose legacy did you obtain to become a Witch Son?"
Zhao Fu replied, "I can't tell you that!"
The scholarly-looking man felt quite surprised, "What special identity does that person have? Why can't you tell me?"
Zhao Fu replied, "Mm, that person's identity is indeed special."
Hearing this, everyone looked at Zhao Fu curiously. With Zhao Fu's strength, that expert was most likely incredibly powerful, and everyone tried to guess who it was. After all, such a powerful person was definitely very famous.
The scholarly-looking man's expression became serious, and he could sense that this matter was not simple.
Zhao Fu thought that if he could not register, this expert might have a way to deal with it. As such, he bowed and said, "Senior, I have something that I need your help with."
The scholarly-looking man asked, "What is it?"
Zhao Fu said, "I don't know why I can't register here; does senior know why?"
The scholarly-looking man felt quite confused; this sort of thing rarely happened. Normally, any Witch Son would be able to register successfully, so what was so special about this person?
The scholarly-looking man said, "Go in and try; I'll see if there's any problem."
Zhao Fu nodded and went back into the room. He stood at the center of the ring, which gave off a light, but the Sorcerer Magic Staff did not give off any ripples.
The scholarly-looking man waved his hand, and a ray of light shot into the Sorcerer Magic Formation. His expression became serious, as he found that there was a problem; the person in front of him surpassed the Sorcerer Magic Staff's senses.
If that was the case, the matter would become very serious, because the Sorcerer Staffs of the Three Great Sorcerer Scions could all sense things, but this person had surpassed the Sorcerer Staffs' ability to sense things. This meant that this person might be more powerful than the Three Great Sorcerer Scions of the Sorcerer Tribe.
Through the Sorcerer Magic Staff, he confirmed that Zhao Fu was a Witch Son and qualified to participate in the Witch Ceremony. Who could have such a terrifying Legatee?
The scholarly-looking man looked at Zhao Fu and said, "Just whose Legatee are you?"
A beautiful woman with an alluring figure and wearing a red dress walked in. Looking at the scholarly-looking man's serious expression, she asked in confusion, "What is it?"
The scholarly man replied, "He's beyond the perception of a Magus spell formation!"
The beautiful woman in the red dress looked at Zhao Fu in shock and said, "In the history of the Witch Tribe, there were only a few people who could surpass the Witch Array's perception."
The scholarly man said, "Yes, that's why I wanted to ask whose successor he is."
The red-robed woman looked at Zhao Fu, "Then who exactly are you?"
Everyone was also looking at Zhao Fu. They were extremely shocked. They didn't think that the person in front of them would be so terrifying. In the history of the Sorcerer Tribe, there was no doubt that he was the person who controlled the Sorcerer Tribe's lifeline.
Xuan Shang was shocked. He had underestimated Zhao Fu.
Hu Ming was also a little afraid in his heart. Zhao Fu actually had such a great background, then if he offended Zhao Fu, the outcome would not be good.
Lang Ye and the rest looked at Zhao Fu in astonishment. Things had exceeded their imagination.
Zhao Fu didn't want his identity to be revealed, so he said, "I can't tell you."
The scholarly man and the beautiful woman in the red dress were put in a difficult position. They really wanted to know Zhao Fu's identity, but if Zhao Fu didn't want to say, they couldn't force him. After all, Zhao Fu's background was very terrifying.
Zhao Fu asked, "Is there any other way to enter the Witch Tribe's Holy Land to participate in the Magus Ceremony?"
The scholarly man said, "Actually, it's not very difficult."
The scholarly man stretched out a hand, and a green energy condensed in his palm, forming a ball of light with a green bird inside. The scholarly man threw the ball of light towards Zhao Fu and said, "This is my Wind Bird Tribe's totem proof. As long as you fuse this into your body, you can enter the Holy Land."
Zhao Fu took the ball of light and said with a smile, "Thank you, senior!"
After putting away the ball of light, Zhao Fu brought Lang Ye and the others and left. News of someone defeating the eight Great Witch Sons and surpassing the detection of the Sorcerer Formation quickly spread, shocking everyone.
Now, the Witch Race was facing a crisis. They had to face the threat of the Desolate Ancient Dragon Race, as well as the terrifying Desolate Ancient Dragon Race's Young Lord. No one in the Witch Race could compare to the Desolate Ancient Dragon Race's Young Lord. Now that such a person had suddenly appeared, the Witch Race's experts felt incredibly delighted.
When the other Witch Sons heard this news, they felt immense pressure. Someone who exceeded their expectations had appeared, making them feel quite helpless.
This was especially so for the eight Great Shaman Scions. They had been the ones who had received the most attention and were the most likely candidates to become the Young Chief of the Sorcerer Race. However, now that Zhao Fu had appeared, he had completely suppressed the eight Great Shaman Scions and became the most likely person to become the Young Chief.
After all, only someone like Zhao Fu, who surpassed the detection of the magic staff, had a slight chance of resisting the Dragon Race's Young Lord. The eight Great Witch Sons could only be crushed by the Dragon Race's Young Lord.
However, they had never imagined that Zhao Fu was the Desolate Ancient Dragon Race's Young Lord.
In the courtyard, there was a young man in white with a masculine aura. He was the Yuan Long Tribe's Witch Son, named Yuan Mie. He was one of the three geniuses of the Witch Race and was also the strongest among the eight Great Witch Sons. He was also the one who had the highest chance of becoming the Young Lord.
Yuan Mie looked at Xuan Shang and asked, "You've interacted with him before. Can you tell what kind of person he is?"
Xuan Shang thought about it and said in a low voice, "The aura he gives off is very complicated. It's overbearing, dignified, noble, sharp, bloodthirsty, evil, holy, and gentle. It's as if he's a combination of all kinds of powers and personalities."
"However, with his personality, he's easy to get along with. Also, he's here to inherit the Young Lord's legacy. He sounds very confident. I think he has the ability to become the Young Lord."
Yuan Mie sighed, "From your description, I can understand the difference between me and him. I don't think I can compare to him."
An ugly, fat young man next to him said coldly, "You're the strongest among the eight Great Witch Sons. Without meeting him, you've lost your confidence. What a waste of talent and power."
His name was Frog Cow, and he was one of the three geniuses of the Witch Race. He belonged to the Evil Frog Tribe, and the people of the Evil Frog Tribe were all very ugly.
Yuan Mie said unhappily, "Frog Cow! Do you think I'm really that weak? I know that I'm definitely not the Desolate Ancient Dragon Race's Young Lord's match. I also hope that someone stronger than me will become the Young Lord of the Witch Race. Only then will I be able to resist the Desolate Ancient Dragon Race's Young Lord. "
Xuan Shang sighed, "Previously, I personally went to gather information about the Desolate Ancient Dragon Race's Young Lord. The rumors about him are all true. He's even more terrifying than we thought. Not only does he have the Origin Dragon Blood, but he also has three supreme sword intents."
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