762 Battle of Ten Years (1/2)

In an empty desert within the Canopy Great Country, a male with black hair and a youth with purple hair faced each other. Their clothes rippled in the sandstorm.

”Zhao Feng, I hadn't thought that the difference between us after meeting again would be so big, but I still want to fight,” Yu Tianhao's voice was deep, and a strong surge of battle-intent appeared in his eyes. Under this state of battle-intent, Yu Tianhao's mental energy was strengthened, and his half-step King Intent started to rise.

Facing such an opponent, Zhao Feng sighed in his heart. He admired Yu Tianhao; any other person facing someone with such difference probably wouldn't even have the courage to fight.

”Yu Tianhao, ten years isn't up yet,” Zhao Feng smiled and acted nonchalantly. It had only been slightly over seven years since the bet, not ten years.

”I'll be heading to the main Yu family in the continent zone after this, and I don't know long I'll be there. Since we're both right here already, we might as well fight.”

Yu Tianhao obviously knew that the time wasn't up yet, but Zhao Feng's power ignited his battle-intent and potential.

Continent zone? Zhao Feng's eyes twinkled, but he didn't say anything.

Both of their auras started to radiate within the sandstorm. A Magnificent Power surged from Zhao Feng's body and connected with Heaven and Earth. His Emperor Intent allowed him to reach a peak.

Just the aura alone made Yu Tianhao feel unable to breathe, but his battle-intent became stronger. Any other half-step King probably wouldn't even be able to think about fighting back, but Yu Tianhao was able to ignite his battle-intent.

”There's such a weird and strong bloodline apart from the Ten Thousand Ancient Races bloodlines?” Zhao Feng sighed.

”Hmph! The Ten Thousand Ancient Races bloodlines don't rule supreme in the Fan Universe. After you reach the continent zone, you will know that there's something called an Imperial Dao bloodline,” Yu Tianhao snickered coldly.

Imperial Dao bloodline? Zhao Feng knew of the Imperial Dao bloodlines, but he didn't pay too much attention to them since Imperial Dao bloodlines were something from after the Ancient Era.

”The Ten Thousand Ancient Races bloodlines are facing extinction and are only getting more impure whereas the Imperial Dao bloodlines are constantly competing against each other. Only the strong will survive,” Yu Tianhao's voice was full of confidence.

Everyone knew that the Ten Thousand Ancient Races came from the Ancient Era, but it wasn't as if older things were automatically more powerful. For example, the Eight Great God Eyes only appeared after the Fan Universe was formed. The Eight Great God Eyes were closely related to the Ancient Era, but they were relatively recent.

As time passed, the bloodlines of the Ten Thousand Ancient Races became more and more impure while the newer bloodlines kept on evolving.

”The Heaven Battling bloodline is an Imperial Dao bloodline, and it isn't any weaker than a Ten Thousand Ancient Races bloodline. My Unparalleled Heaven Battling bloodline is elite even among the Imperial Dao bloodlines.”

As soon as he finished saying this, Yu Tianhao's bloodline seemed to start burning.

Wu~~

Yu Tianhao seemed to duplicate as a mysterious and cold figure appeared behind him. The actions of the two were in sync with one another, and Yu Tianhao's every movement and breath contained stunning battle-intent that could destroy all power around him.

Boom!

The Magnificent Power nearby started to shake, and part of it was even ripped off. In this instant, a God of War seemed to take over Yu Tianhao's body as a brilliant orange light shot into the sky. If it was the Magnificent Power of a normal King, it probably would've been pushed away by Yu Tianhao's power completely.

”Heaven Battling Axe!” Yu Tianhao raised his hand, and a bright orange axe slashed through Zhao Feng's Magnificent Power and toward his body.

Zhao Feng was slightly surprised. Even under his suppression, Yu Tianhao was able to ignite his battle-intent.

”Break!” Zhao Feng slowly pushed out his palm, and an illusionary city appeared in the air.

Even Yu Tianhao's battle-intent shook.

Bam!

Seven years had passed, and the two prodigies fought head-on against one another once again, creating a storm that swept over a hundred miles.

In the storm, a black-haired male groaned and moved back several steps. Yu Tianhao's face was pale-white, and there was a bloody mark on him.

Zhao Feng's Intent was terrifying, and he had even merged the Illusion Domain into it. The illusion Domain could create attacks based on the Dao of Illusions. Just from the first exchange alone, Yu Tianhao was injured.

”You're suppressing your cultivation to the half-step King realm?” Yu Tianhao's eyes twinkled.

He realized something in the exchange just now. If Zhao Feng's True Yuan was at a King-level, then he could've severely injured or killed Yu Tianhao.

”Suppressing?” a bitter smile appeared on Zhao Feng's face. His cultivation just dropped to the half-step King realm.

In reality, when he faced the three Kings earlier, his cultivation was already at a point between the Origin Core Realm and the Void God Realm. Of course, Zhao Feng still had an Emperor-level soul; after the cleansing of the God Tribulation Lightning, it was still as strong as normal Emperors, but he was 30-40% weaker than when he fought against the Emperor of Death.

The weakening of his lifeforce and cultivation were the fastest. Zhao Feng estimated that he had already lost fifty years of his lifespan – more than half the lifespan of a normal human. He was unable to affect the Cursed Words of Death; they were something that had exceeded normal laws.

”Yu Tianhao, I can defeat you in three moves even with the cultivation of a half-step King,” Zhao Feng soon became calm. As long as he had his Intent and God's Spiritual Eye, he could recover very quickly just like the child Demigod. He could even re-cultivate the stronger Golden Kun Sacred Lightning Body and Five Elemental Wind Lightning Technique as long as he dealt with the Cursed Words of Death.

”Three moves? Then let's settle it in three moves!”

Yu Tianhao's battle-intent surged up once more and became even stronger despite his injury. His bloodline seemed to boil, and the figure behind him expanded in size.