725 King 1 (1/2)

The loud explosion was like an earthquake. The shaking and the loud sound could be heard from thousands of miles away.

Boom~~~~!

Looking from afar, a golden sun seemed to explode, and a shining golden light devoured everything within several hundred miles.

A forbidden aura radiated from the area of the explosion. The explosion this time was at least twice as powerful as the one in the Demigod Forgotten Garden. One had to know that the power from last time was enough to kill a Death Spirit Lord, and this time, Wen Luoan had completely and truly self-destructed – it wasn’t a secret technique.

This self-destruction included his Ten Thousand Ancient Races bloodline and his soul; from this, one could see how terrifying the power would be. Even normal Emperors wouldn’t be able to retreat unharmed.

Hu~~~~

Everything within a thousand miles became covered in a layer of dust, and the entire environment was affected. This small island’s size was similar to the Eight Desolate Mountain or the Thirteen Countries, and the strongest person here was only a Great Origin Core Realm Sovereign Lord.

The terrifying aura from this explosion caused the hearts of all the Origin Core Realms to tremble.

The dust didn’t completely settle until a long time had passed.

“Zhao… Feng…!!” a cold roar sounded from the middle of the blast-site. The voice was raspy, as if it came from the depths of hell.

A tall dark figure wearing a crown moved with the wind. The Emperor of Death seemed to be unharmed, but his expression was grim and his pupils were contracting.

Within his sight, everyone in the whole canyon had died apart from him. Even their corpses had turned into ashes.

The Emperor of Death seemed to radiate a forcefield, which was so powerful that he didn’t even leave footprints on the ground. Such terrifying strength was enough to shock some of the Emperors from the Spiritual Sacred Lands.

“Bai… Bai Lin!” the Emperor of Death suddenly remembered something, and his expression changed dramatically. If the white-eyed girl was in range, she was definitely dead. She didn’t have the Death Guards’ strength or ability to survive.

The death of his third disciple Wen Luoan was already a great humiliation to him. How humiliating and shameful was it to watch a disciple he had raised for so many years blow himself up right in front his eyes? All of this was coordinated by Zhao Feng.

However, if the white-eyed girl who had the Eye of Destiny died, then his losses would be heavy. Thinking up to here, the Emperor of Death harrumphed, and his expression became uglier.

Although the explosion just now didn’t directly harm him, he had to use a secret technique with his already-weak body to defend himself, which compounded his injuries.

“Bai Lin!” the Emperor of Death forcefully used his Divine Sense and scanned around several thousand miles.

“Mas…ter,” a weak voice sounded from the sky as a little girl with white eyes descended with a pale face.

“It’s good that you didn’t die,” the Emperor of Death couldn’t help but let out a long breath.

The white-eyed little girl was indeed worthy of having the Eye of Destiny. She was extremely sensitive toward danger, and she had “gone out to play” when Wen Luoan self-destructed. Luck was also a part of destiny, and for the white-eyed little girl who had the Eye of Destiny, she obviously had the ability to catch glimpses of destiny.

“Zhao Feng… that was probably your true goal,” the Emperor of Death’s black eyes turned toward the direction of the Pirate Sacred Land, and a cold smile appeared on his face. As long as he had the Eye of Destiny on his side, the Emperor of Death still had a higher chance of victory.

“Third Martial Brother… I’ll take revenge for you,” a rare look of hatred appeared in the white eyes of the little girl. Memories of Wen Luoan playing with her surfaced in her mind. The warm youth who always had a smile on his face couldn’t fade away from her mind, and the white-eyed little girl finally showed signs of being serious.

“Bai Lin, how are your calculations going?” the Emperor of Death asked.

The little girl with the Eye of Destiny was usually nonchalant. It was rare to see her so serious.

“There’s more information and tracks now. I will definitely be able to catch sight of his destiny,” the white-eyed little girl gripped a brush and bit her lips.

Zhao Feng revealed more information when he fought with the Death Spirit Lords.

On the other side of the limitless ocean:

Whoosh!

The ghost ship headed off in a certain direction.

Within the captain’s cabin:

“How unfortunate….” Zhao Feng revealed a regretful look. He was able to see a blurry image during the instant that Wen Luoan self-destructed through the Dark Heart Seal. The Emperor of Death was stronger than he expected, and there was no aura of the white-eyed little girl.

However, Wen Luoan’s self-destruction was Zhao Feng’s first true retaliation. In the past, Zhao Feng was either running or fighting out of desperation, but this time, Zhao Feng had not only injured the Emperor of Death’s most powerful servants, he even counterattacked the Emperor of Death himself.