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Chapter 1180 - Three Moves

The groups from the Blue Scaled Race and Golden-Armed Race moved back several dozen miles.

Those from the Golden-Armed Race thought well of Zhao Feng. Zhao Feng had even managed to chase after Hou Qing. Although it might have been due to the azure-robed elder's help, Zhao Feng's own strength was definitely not as simple as it seemed.

The Blue Scaled Race members were obviously very confident in themselves. One had to know that Quasi-God Lan Ye had the record of killing a Rank Two True God before. How could a measly peak Mystic Light Realm block three moves from Quasi-God Lan Ye?

However, what the Blue Scaled Race didn't know was that Zhao Feng had also killed a Rank Two True God before, and it was the extremely power True God Guili who cultivated the Dao of Ghosts.

”There's still time for you to reconsider. If you kneel on the ground and give the Water Lines Sacred Spirit Flower to me, the Blue Scaled Race won't kill you!” Quasi-God Lan Ye looked down from above with an arrogant expression. To him, fighting against a peak Mystic Light Realm was a humiliation.

”If the Blue Scaled Race could kill me, they would have long ago!” Zhao Feng revealed a faint smile. He was obviously looking down on the Blue Scaled Race. They had met twice, but they hadn't managed to kill him either time.

”You don't know what's good for you, do you!?” Quasi-God Lan Ye's eyes were cold. Zhao Feng's attitude made him unhappy. He was going to crush Zhao Feng under his feet in order to release the anger in his heart.

”Green Wave Palm!” A ripple of green water surged around Quasi-God Lan Ye and merged into his right palm.

Boom!

A wave containing limitless power shot out from this palm. The palm seemed to contain an ancient figure. While this palm seemed casual, it contained a wisp of Quasi-God Lan Ye's bloodline power because he wanted to utterly crush Zhao Feng as much as possible without using a hidden card.

”Earth Lightning Sacred Armor!” Zhao Feng immediately circulated his Sacred Lightning Body and the Earth of Wind Lightning to form a sparkling dark yellow armor of lightning around himself.

Boom! Weng~~~

Zhao Feng's Earth Lightning Sacred Armor shattered after a moment, and Quasi-God Lan Ye's palm landed on Zhao Feng's chest.

Deng! Deng! Deng!

Zhao Feng retreated three steps and stabilized his figure. His face was pale-white.

”Your luck isn't bad. You actually managed to take that palm!” Quasi-God Lan Ye's eyes were calm.

”Looks like Zhao Feng will definitely lose!”

”Quasi-God Lan Ye's palm was just a test!”

The three elders of the Blue Scaled Race talked to each another as pride and smugness radiated from them.

The Golden-Armed Race trio had grim gazes. From the looks of it, Zhao Feng wasn't having it easy.

”He's hiding his strength!” At this moment, the tall male from the Golden-Armed Race sent a message to the other two.

”So that's how it is!” Yu Hen nodded his head. Based on Zhao Feng's display before, he should've been able to block that palm, but Zhao Feng purposely pretended he couldn't.

”The second move!” Quasi-God Lan Ye said with a proud expression.

Hu!

Quasi-God Lan Ye waved his hand, and limitless laws of water were grabbed by him. After understanding Zhao Feng's strength, Quasi-God Lan Ye was sure that he could defeat Zhao Feng with this move.

Boom!

Quasi-God Lan Ye instantly activated the bloodline of the Blue Scaled Race. The blue scales on his body became more distinct, and his skin became darker like the color of the ocean.

”Lose!” Quasi-God Lan Ye immediately attacked, unleashing a terrifying palm of water that howled toward Zhao Feng.

”Earth Lightning Sacred Armor, Sacred Lightning Protection!” Zhao Feng instantly revealed an expression as if he was giving it his all. He used two defensive techniques and unleashed more power from his Sacred Lightning Body.

Boom! Peng!

The palm clashed with the defense. After interacting for a while, Zhao Feng's defense was shattered, and the remaining power slammed into Zhao Feng's body.

Deng! Deng!

This time, Zhao Feng retreated four steps, and his expression became uglier like he had reached his limit.

”Hmm? You blocked it?” Quasi-God Lan Ye was surprised. Zhao Feng only barely managed to block the first move, but the power of his second move was at least double that of before. Zhao Feng still blocked it?

It wasn't just Quasi-God Lan Ye that was surprised; the three elders and the Hu brothers were also extremely surprised. They could sense the difference between the moves, but Zhao Feng barely managed to block them both.

”He estimated the strength of Quasi-God Lan Ye's attacks, so he can 'barely' manage to block them every time!” The tall male from the Golden-Armed Race messaged the other two.

”Zhao Feng has such a skill?” Yu Hen was shocked.

The only explanation as to why Zhao Feng could perfectly block both attacks of differing power was because he had accurately calculated the attacking power of Quasi-God Lan Ye's moves both times. If Zhao Feng showed strong battle-power from the start, then Quasi-God Lan Ye would use his full strength and hidden cards as well, making it harder to block.

”What good planning!” The girl in pink smiled.

”You shall lose with the third move!” Quasi-God Lan Ye's eyebrows furrowed. The brat in front of him was slightly weird. He actually managed to block two moves in a row.

Weng~~

The bloodline power coming from Quasi-God Lan Ye became even stronger as the nearby waves and Intent started to rise. Everyone knew that Quasi-God Lan Ye was going to use a divine technique now.

”Lan Ye, that brat is calculating the power of your attacks. He's only acting like he's injured. Don't be fooled by him. Use an ultimate move right away!” Right at this moment, a Rank Three True God from the Blue Scaled Race sent a message to Quasi-God Lan Ye.