King of Gods

Chapter 825 - Powerful Kick

Chapter 825 - Powerful Kick

“To the two who just arrived, are you willing to team up and take the benefits below together?”

The Eighth Prince’s suggestion slightly surprised Zhao Feng.

The Eighth Prince and Luo Zun – especially Luo Zun – obviously didn’t like Zhao Feng. Luo Zun even had to go out of his way to suppress his urge to attack Zhao Feng on the spot.

Zhao Feng is not simple; Duke Nanfeng owes him a favor and thinks well of him. Besides, Xin Wuheng is the biggest threat right now. The Eight Prince’s eyes twinkled as he started to think.

At this moment, the strength that Xin Wuheng had displayed in the underground tomb exceeded their expectations. Furthermore, Xin Wuheng had three more Void God Realm Kings and all the elites behind them. Therefore, teaming up was a good choice.

There was no such thing as an eternal enemy, only eternal profit.

“That suggestion’s not bad.” Zhao Feng started to think, and a smile appeared on his face.

As of right now, Xin Wuheng’s side had too many people, so it was too strong. It disturbed the balance.

Zhao Feng agreeing so quickly surprised everyone. The enmity between Zhao Feng and the Luo Zun back in the Tianfeng Great Island Zone couldn’t be dissolved. Zhao Feng and the Eighth Prince didn’t exactly like each other either.

“But I have some conditions.”

Zhao Feng paused.

The Eighth Prince and Luo Zun looked at each other and felt surprised. No matter how they looked at it, this Zhao Feng didn’t seem like a fifteen-year-old youth. On top of that, among this so-called Purple-Haired Demonic Duo, Zhao Feng was the speaker while the youth with a nose ring and a powerful wicked aura didn’t say anything. They just couldn’t see through Zhao Feng.

“What are your conditions?” The Eighth Prince really wanted to team up.

“We split the treasures in the coffin depending on our own skill and ability, and you need to deal with Xin Wuheng afterward,” Zhao Feng slowly said.

The Eighth Prince’s and Luo Zun’s eyebrows furrowed. Xin Wuheng was immeasurable, and based on the current strength he was displaying, the Eighth Prince and Luo Zun would need to team up in order to handle him.

In addition, the Eighth Prince, Luo Zun, and Nan Gongsheng all felt like Zhao Feng seemed to know Xin Wuheng.

“Fine.” The Eighth Prince and Luo Zun agreed after some thinking. However, what they didn’t know was that the middle-aged yellow-robed King and company had already been defeated and plundered by the Purple-Haired Demonic Duo.

Right at this point in time, the shaking in the underground tomb decreased by a lot.

“We’ve almost succeeded.” The yellow-robed middle-aged King, the other two Kings, and all their elites had successfully restrained the half-flesh skeleton.

Wu~

The half-flesh skeleton started to struggle and the four-winged image behind its back started to shake, but it mainly disturbed the soul-dimension, most of which was dissolved by Xin Wuheng. The soul-strength Xin Wuheng displayed was close to the Emperor level, and even in terms of Intent, he was already comparable to an Emperor.

Weng~~

A triangular multi-colored array sealed the half-flesh skeleton and shot out golden chains to bind it.

The half-flesh skeleton was about to be completely sealed, and they only needed a moment more before they could start thinking about the bronze coffin.

“Watch out!” Xin Wuheng exclaimed at this critical moment.

Sou! Sou! Sou!

Surges of powerful auras one after another flowed through the pathway toward the depths of the tomb.

“The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind. Xin Wuheng, such a day has come even for you!” Luo Zun roared, and his expression turned deadly

Xin Wuheng’s group had used all their power and were finally about to seal the half-flesh skeleton.

As soon as he finished speaking:

Boom!

The domains of ice and fire appeared behind Luo Zun’s back and charged toward Xin Wuheng with a blue and red aura. In an instant, Luo Zun’s eyes seemed to turn red and blue respectively. The area was suddenly filled with fire and ice, bringing pain to both the mental and physical dimensions.

Luo Zun hid himself quite deeply. His true battle-power is extremely close to Jiu Wuji’s. The only difference between them is cultivation. Zhao Feng was slightly surprised.

In order to increase the chance of successfully entering the Divine Illusion Dimension, Luo Zun suppressed his cultivation and only formed his domains after entering.

“Double domain? Unfortunately, your foundation is too weak, so it has many flaws.” Xin Wuheng smiled as Luo Zun’s attack went for his back. He turned around and raised one hand.

“What!?” The Eighth Prince, Luo Zun, and Nan Gongsheng were all shocked. From the current situation, it seemed like Xin Wuheng was planning to fight the Eighth Prince and company with one hand while still sealing the half-flesh skeleton with his other.

“This Xin Wuheng...” Nan Gongsheng was seeing Xin Wuheng for the first time, and this was the first time seeing such an immeasurable person from the same generation other than Zhao Feng.

“Break!” Xin Wuheng pointed out with one finger, and a condensed ice-and-fire domain broke through Luo Zun’s double domain.

Peng!

Luo Zun was pushed back, and his blood boiled in disbelief. “How is this possible...!? Could you have comprehended the double domain of ice and fire as well!?”

At this point, Luo Zun was filled with defeat and humiliation once again. The difference between the two hadn’t changed compared to before. Xin Wuheng only needed one hand to clash with Luo Zun and force him back.

“Hahahaha...! As expected of Xin Wuheng. The half-flesh skeleton is about to be sealed.” The yellow-robed middle-aged King and the other two Kings laughed.

Once they succeeded in sealing it, all of them would be able to use their full strength. However, their expressions soon became ugly.

Whoosh!

Two purple-haired males appeared in the center of the tomb.

“Hehe, so it’s the Five Elemental Domain.” Zhao Feng laughed lightly as his eyes scanned over Xin Wuheng, who was using the ice-and-fire domain to block Luo Zun and the Eighth Prince.

“Who are you?” Hearing that voice, Xin Wuheng’s expression changed slightly, and he looked over at the purple-haired youth. He felt that this youth was somewhat familiar, but he couldn’t remember. After all, the two hadn’t met for nine years, and Zhao Feng’s appearance, skills, and even the aura of his soul had changed dramatically compared to when he was in the Sacred True Dragon Gathering. Back then, Zhao Feng’s hair was still blue, and he still wasn’t using his eye-bloodline yet.

“Go!” Zhao Feng and Nan Gongsheng circled past and headed toward the ancient bronze coffin behind them.

“Thieves, don’t even think about it!” The expressions of the yellow-robed male and the others changed dramatically as they roared and tried to stop Zhao Feng and Nan Gongsheng.

Boom! Weng~~

Nan Gongsheng laughed coldly as a silver-purple domain appeared around them and absorbed the three Kings’ attacks.

“What a strong spatial domain.”

“The strength of this thief is increasing so quickly.”

The hearts of both friend and foe alike shook. Nan Gongsheng’s spatial domain and True Yuan contained a force that made the True Yuan of even Kings shake. The expressions of Xin Wuheng, the Eighth Prince, Luo Zun, and company all became solemn.

“Ice Imperial Barrier!” A ripple of icy power flowed around Zhao Feng and formed an freezing barrier.

Boom! Boom!

Zhao Feng’s and Nan Gongsheng’s combined defense was impenetrable. After merging with the Sky Water Crystal Lotus, the Ice Imperial Spear’s strength had increased, and combined with Nan Gongsheng’s strong domain, they easily charged over to the ancient coffin.

“Not good!” Xin Wuheng realized that he was losing control of the situation.

The nose-ringed youth’s ability was unique, and his battle-power was extremely strong. He also couldn’t see through the other purple-haired youth either. One thing was for sure though – the yellow-robed middle-aged male and company were definitely not their match.

However, Xin Wuheng was barely able to seal the half-flesh skeleton and still block the combined attacks of Luo Zun and the Eighth Prince. The Eighth Prince’s strength seemed to actually surpass Luo Zun’s a bit, and he even seemed to be conserving it.

Bam!

The ancient bronze coffin in the depths of the tomb started to glow with a brilliant light. Zhao Feng and Nan Gongsheng had faced the three Kings’ attacks and landed on the ancient bronze coffin.

“That coffin can be used to craft Heaven-grade weapons, and it’s an important material of Inheritance weapons related to the Wicked Dao – Mystic Yin Ancient Bronze.” The Eighth Prince took a deep breath as he looked at it. If he could obtain this ancient coffin, it would help the imperials and himself greatly.

However, Zhao Feng wasn’t interested in it. He was only interested in the wicked Soul Dao treasure that was within it. It was extremely alluring to him because he only needed to strengthen his soul a bit more and he would be able to truly awaken his Emperor Intent, which would increase his power by leaps and bounds.

“Open!” Zhao Feng roared as one of his feet kicked toward the ancient bronze coffin.

“That brat dares to use his foot to kick the Mystic Yin Ancient Bronze!? Its material isn’t just tough, it also contains a terrifyingly wicked power.” Mockery appeared on the Eighth Prince’s and Luo Zun’s faces.

Bam!

Zhao Feng’s foot kicked the ancient bronze coffin, and a deep thud resounded across the entire underground tomb. A strong shockwave and a cloud of dust flew into the air. The force of this kick made the blood of everyone present rise.

“What a strong physical body!” The Eighth Prince and Luo Zun were stunned. They hadn’t met for several months and Zhao Feng had already reached this stage.

Crack!

A tiny gap was pushed open by the forceful kick and released a shocking treasure aura. One of them was a wicked Soul Dao aura that suppressed everyone’s soul; this was the treasure Zhao Feng needed.

Zhao Feng’s body shook slightly as the green shoes on his feet shot out green flames and blocked the recoil from the Mystic Yin Ancient Bronze alongside a bright red flame.

“What a precise kick!” Xin Wuheng couldn’t help but cheer.