Zhao Qianjun
"That's a saint artifact? Perhaps we still have a chance to escape! "
Liu Zhaoyang was already in despair when he felt the terrifying pressure coming from the depths of the maze. However, when Ye Fei took out his saint artifact, he saw hope again. He was completely convinced by Ye Fei. This Ye Fei wasn't a prodigy, but he was even more abnormal than many prodigies.
In the depths of the maze, the voice that was controlling the mechanical puppet to kill Ye Fei was also extremely shocked when it saw Ye Fei take out the Phoenix Blood Sword.
The killing intent and evil aura on the mechanical puppet suddenly disappeared. In Ye Fei's mind, the voice once again questioned, "Kid, that's the Phoenix Blood Sword in your hand. How did it become a saint artifact? How did you know my name?"
"Hmph. Zhao Qianjun, it's really you. I was wondering how you, the Evil Sword King, could die so easily. So you've been hiding here all this time. "Ye Fei's expression was solemn. When he found out that this person was Zhao Qianjun, he felt even more terrified.
After all, Zhao Qianjun wasn't an ordinary ruthless person. This Evil Sword King was a cold Xue Tu who slaughtered an army of 100,000 and almost destroyed the Nine Sects and Five Palaces of the Zhao Kingdom.
Hearing this, the voice in Ye Fei's mind was furious, "Junior, what nonsense are you spouting? I'm a Sword Saint. How can I hide here? Kid, get in here and talk to me."
Boom!
The entire maze shook violently. Liu Zhaoyang fainted from the shock. Ye Fei also felt a terrifying force pushing him into a mysterious space.
There was a person standing in this space.
A majestic man wearing a black robe and a devil mask. The man took off his mask, revealing a terrifying face that had no eyes, no ears, and no face. He looked coldly at Ye Fei, "Kid, you're from the Zhao Kingdom's Royal Family?"
"I'm not!" Ye Fei said coldly as he gripped the Phoenix Blood Sword in his hand tightly.
"You're not afraid of me?" Zhao Qianjun was very surprised. His appearance had frightened many people in the past. He didn't even need to do anything. Just taking off his mask was enough to make many warriors break down in fear.
"What's there to be afraid of? It's just skin. You and I will grow old and ugly one day. Besides, I don't believe that you can't recover your looks with your abilities," Ye Fei said calmly.
In any case, even if he went all out, he might not be the Evil Demon Sword King's match. Thus, Ye Fei calmed down and sat down on the ground, observing his surroundings.
He found that this was a tomb, and the style of the tomb was very ancient. It obviously didn't look like Zhao Qianjun's tomb. Of course, an evil demon like Zhao Qianjun wouldn't die so easily.
"You didn't die back then, but faked your death to escape?" Ye Fei asked Zhao Qianjun.
Zhao Qianjun suddenly felt gloomy. When others saw him, they would be scared to death. Very few people dared to talk to him like Ye Fei did.
However, this was not enough to scare Ye Fei. Zhao Qianjun uninterestedly retracted his terrifying appearance. The Zhao Qianjun who reappeared had delicate features, and he actually looked like a refined scholar, not a terrifying evil demon covered in blood.
Looking deeply at Ye Fei, Zhao Qianjun asked, "Kid, speak. How did the Phoenix Blood Sword fall into your hands? How did you comprehend the Devouring Sword Intent and even find this place?"
"I obtained the Devouring Spirit Sword you left behind and saved the Demon King. As for the Phoenix Blood Sword, it was given to me by Emperor Zhao. Then, the Demon King personally helped me refine it into a Saint artifact!" Ye Fei said very calmly. There was no need to hide these things from Zhao Qianjun.
Of course, Ye Fei had to bring up his cheap master, the Demon King, to intimidate the Evil Demon Sword King.
As the first person to obtain the Devouring Spirit Sword and comprehend the Devouring Sword Intent, Zhao Qianjun naturally knew of the Demon King's existence. When he heard that Ye Fei had accomplished something he couldn't and saved the Demon King from the Demon Sealing Pagoda, even the eccentric and cold-blooded Zhao Qianjun looked at Ye Fei with a trace of shock.
"You actually managed to save that senior. No wonder. For a period of time, I sensed the aura of a Martial King in the Northern Region. I didn't expect that senior to have escaped. However, what's going on with the Phoenix Blood Sword? It's an important treasure of my Imperial Family. How can it fall into the hands of an outsider like you?"
Zhao Qianjun suddenly stared sharply at Ye Fei. This was the reason why he hadn't killed Ye Fei yet. He had to figure this out.
Ye Fei was helpless. He could only tell Zhao Qianjun about how he had offended the Heavenly Yin Cult, how he had obtained the Phoenix Blood Sword, and how Zhao had perished.
"Senior, the situation is like this. Right now, Zhao no longer exists. Zhao Yu and the Empress Dowager are nowhere to be found. Uncle Zhao originally wanted to bring the remaining members of the Imperial Family to seek refuge with the main family, but in the end, he was given the cold shoulder. Senior, are you listening?"
Ye Fei looked at Zhao Qianjun's face, which was alternating between red, white, and green. He was truly afraid that the Evil Demon Sword King would suddenly turn hostile and attack him.
After all, Evil Demons had eccentric tempers and were lawless.
Fortunately, Ye Fei's worries didn't come to fruition. After hearing Ye Fei's story, Zhao Qianjun was silent for a long time. Only then did he slowly withdraw his killing intent. The gaze he looked at Ye Fei with became much friendlier.
"Brat, put away your Phoenix Blood Sword. For the sake of my nephew Zhao Sheng, I'll forgive you this time. However, is what you said true? Did someone with the bearing of an Emperor really appear in my Zhao Imperial Family? "
Ye Fei was speechless. "My life and death are in senior's hands. Do you think I would dare to lie to you?"
"Hmph, I don't think you wouldn't dare! Don't think that I'm just a remnant will. I've cultivated Evil Demon cultivation techniques since I was young. I've already cultivated the strongest Evil Demon Eye. Whether your words are true or false, they can't escape my eyes, "Zhao Qianjun said with a cold snort.
Only now did Ye Fei understand that the shockingly powerful Evil Demon Sword King was just a remnant will. "Right, I remember now. Uncle Zhao said that you've already gone to the Central Plains. Senior, are you in the Central Plains right now?"
"Of course! Ever since I broke through to the Titled realm, Wu Jun, I directly crossed the ocean and went to the Central Plains to seek the path of a Martial Saint. However, I was worried about Zhao's Imperial Family. Therefore, I left a remnant will here, hoping that a descendant of the Imperial Family would find me. It could be considered as giving them an opportunity. "
Zhao Qianjun looked at Ye Fei with an unfriendly gaze. "Who would have thought that instead of a descendant of the Imperial Family, you would come. Perhaps this is the will of the heavens. Brat, seeing that you and my Zhao Clan are connected by fate, you and I can be considered to be of the same origin, kneel down and kowtow to me three times."
"F * ck!"
Ye Fei didn't think that Zhao Qianjun would be so fickle. They had been talking nicely just a moment ago, but in the blink of an eye, he wanted him to kowtow. If it weren't for the fact that he couldn't defeat this Evil Demon Sword King, he would definitely fight him to the death.
Seeing that Ye Fei didn't have any intention of kowtowing, Zhao Qianjun didn't rush him. However, his expression became more and more unsightly, and the killing intent in his eyes became heavier and heavier.
Thus, Ye Fei decided to compromise. After all, a wise man knew better than to fight when the odds were against him. Strictly speaking, Zhao Qianjun was an elder.
"Forget it. If it weren't for senior's Devouring Spirit Sword and Devouring Sword Intent, I wouldn't have been able to meet the Demon King and achieve what I have today. Consider this as me repaying his kindness."
Ye Fei understood this point and no longer had any conflicting emotions. He quickly knelt down and kowtowed three times to Zhao Qianjun's remnant will. "Sword King, it was all thanks to your inheritance that I was able to live until now. Ye Fei can't thank you enough."
"Good, good. You are Ye Fei, right? You and I have both comprehended the Devouring Sword Intent and received the Demon King's favor. Although I didn't take the Demon King as my master, in my heart, I have always regarded him as my master! Since you have bowed, from now on, you and I will call each other senior and junior brothers. "
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