446 Princess Jin (1/2)

Speaking up to here, Third Highness couldn’t help but become secretly smug.

Princess Jin was beautiful and she had entered the Sacred True Dragon Gathering. He believed no one could resist this bait.

What made him disappointed was that Zhao Feng seemed to become more tired and only looked up when ‘Sacred True Dragon Gathering’ was mentioned but didn’t display too much interest.

If Third Highness was to know that this youth in front of him had not only went to the Sacred True Dragon Gathering and became an overwhelming prodigy that was ranked number one or two, who knew what he would think.

Zhao Feng had never heard of Princess Jin before and only remembered Princess Linyue from the Purple Rising Great Country.

Of course, there were several thousand participants in the Sacred True Dragon Gathering and those that Zhao Feng had impressions of were all at least in the top one or two hundred or those he had fought before.

More precisely said, only those ranked in the top hundred raised his interest.

For the current Zhao Feng, the Sacred True Dragon Gathering was a glory of the past and didn’t have many challenges left. He was obviously not that interested in it anymore.

At this moment in time, the God’s Spiritual Eye was undergoing a change and Zhao Feng’s left eye felt unsuitable and became more tired.

He wanted to sleep.

“I’m tired from traveling, thank you all for your help.”

Zhao Feng’s eyes flashed and said with a smile.

Hearing this, Elder Jiang, Third Highness and company all revealed looks of overwhelming joy.

Elder Jiang felt weird. Why did Zhao Feng suddenly change his mind and go with them?

He felt that this answer lay in the fact that Zhao Feng kept on rubbing his left eye.

Elder Jiang’s guesses were correct.

Zhao Feng’s God’s Spiritual Eye was evolving and he couldn’t immediately return to the

Thirteen countries. Secondly, he was interested in this Dragon Killing Alliance.

Without a doubt.

Zhao Feng returning to the Cloud area meant enmity with the Iron Dragon Alliance.

“Brother Zhao, if you please.”

Third Highness raised his hand and Elder Jiang summoned a flying eagle from the sky.

Zhao Feng didn’t decline and sat on the eagle’s back.

“We can’t stay here for long. We need to meet up with Old Su and Princess Jin as soon as possible.”

Elder Jiang controlled the flying eagle and soon flew into the clouds.

Zhao Feng didn’t ask for the address.

On the way, he asked the specific detail of the Cloud area and especially about the Iron Dragon Alliance and Thirteen countries.

Elder Jiang, Third Highness, and company answered everything.

However, as time passed, the sleepiness on Zhao Feng’s became heavier.

Miao Miao!

Zhao Feng swiped the ancient metal ring with his hand and a small grey cat slightly bigger than a palm landed on his shoulder.

A light flashed in Elder Jiang’s eyes. This was the first time he had seen an interspatial ring that could store spiritual pets.

This cat in front of him gave him an intelligent feeling and after summoning the little thieving cat, Zhao Feng closed his eyes and slept.

In the gusts of wind, Zhao Feng’s blue hair waved with a softness and mysteriousness.

The people from the Sky Rich Imperials were surprised.

They didn’t think that this youth who had defeated the Blood Sickle Slaughterer would enter sleep so casually.

However, Zhao Feng’s sleep was different from the God’s Spiritual Eye evolution last time.

On the journey, Zhao Feng would wake up every couple of hours or half a day but would fall asleep soon after.

The group from the Sky Rich Imperials was first surprised but then got used to it.

Zhao Feng’s ‘sleeping problem’ was accepted by them, even though they felt it was slightly weird.

Half a month later.

In an underground palace with dark red stones.

“Reporting to Palace Lord, the Blood Sickle Slaughterer’s mission ended in failure….”

A blood robed man appeared in the underground palace with respect.

In front of him was a throne but no one was on it.

Below the throne was a bath of blood which bubbled and smoked.

Weng~~

A flash of the color of blood appeared and an aura with a terrifying aura came into view.

The figure was filled with dark silver lines and was like a ‘blood-colored corpse’ which made others look up in fear.

“The Blood Sickle Slaughterer is only a True Human Rank member of the Iron Dragon Alliance and belongs to the Eighteenth Core Elder’s control. Why are you reporting this to me?”

The blood colored corpse sat down on the throne.

If Zhao Feng was here, he would recognize this ‘silver striped corpse’ as the 'Blood Corpse Protector'.

“Reporting to the Palace Lord, the Eighteenth Core Elder had already moved and is chasing after the Sky Rich Imperials and company. The Blood Sickle Slaughterer wanted to see Palace Lord several times but was rejected and said that the culprit’s strength was much stronger than the normal Core Elder.”

The blood robed man said uneasily.

According to the rules, the Blood Sickle Slaughterer’s mission should be reported to the Eighteenth Core Elder. Reporting this to the Palace Lord was ‘going too high up.’

“How did the Blood Sickle Slaughterer die?”

The silver striped ‘Palace Lord’ asked faintly and obviously had a faint impression of the Blood Sickle Slaughterer.

“The Blood Sickle Slaughterer was crippled in one move. The culprit is a blue haired youth and purposely left the Blood Sickle Slaughterer alive.”

The blood robed man said.

“Who dares to be this arrogant?”

The Blood Corpse Palace Lord’s expression changed and even the blood robed man who told the story was surprised.