1262 Suppression of the Ancient Dream Realm (2/2)

She was instantly entranced by Zhao Feng's beautiful hair and eyes. The Phoenix-Tailed Bird Race was one of the four most beautiful races of the Ten Thousand Ancient Races, and they also had an intense fondness for beautiful things.

”Master!” A little less than half of that massive ancient beast herd respectfully called out to Zhao Feng. Zhao Feng had used the Dark Heart Seal on all of them.

”Good Sir, if you have any issues, please speak directly!” Zhao Feng unleashed the aura of an Ancient God as he roared.

This roar was suffused with the power of the Ancient Dream Realm, imbued with an enormous power and aura.

Brrrooom!

The world rumbled and boomed under the pressure exerted by Zhao Feng's words. Even the two Ancient Gods in the red cloud were taken aback.

”Ancient God!?” Little Ling yelped in surprise.

When she was working with Zhao Feng, Zhao Feng was just a Quasi-God while she was a Rank Five True God. But now, in their next meeting, she had become a Rank Six True God while Zhao Feng had become an Ancient God!

”Iron Fire, this kid's strength isn't simple,” the Qilin with the broken horn coldly said.

”Mm.” Iron Fire nodded.

Zhao Feng's Ancient God energy wasn't very strong, but the worldly pressure he exerted was truly astonishing.

Iron Fire's gaze fell upon the Spacetime Robe Zhao Feng was wearing.

”The Spacetime Robe. He was one of those people….” Iron Fire's expression froze in shock.

The vast majority of those humans were only Quasi-Gods and True Gods, with the strongest being Rank Five True Gods. However, this person wearing the Spacetime Robe was an Ancient God. Had the owner of the Spacetime Robe managed to mature so quickly in just a few decades?

Iron Fire gradually calmed down. Following the patriarch's orders, he sent a message using a secret technique. A few moments later, a timeworn voice echoed in his soul; ”Go. Fight him!”

Iron Fire was surprised, but he didn't question his orders.

Kabooom!

Iron Fire stepped forward, his eyes burning with bloody fire as he stared at Zhao Feng.

”Mm?” Zhao Feng was rather surprised.

His furious bellow suffused with the power of the Ancient Dream Realm had enough pressure to intimidate an ordinary Rank Seven Ancient God. In addition, the Blood Flame Qilin Race clearly had the ability to pursue and kill Zhao Wan's group, but they hadn't gone for the killing blow. These Ancient Gods had instead chosen to only occasionally attack and kill some ancient beasts.

Thus, Zhao Feng conjectured that they had some other goal in this pursuit. But now, this Red Flame Qilin appeared ready to fight to the death with him.

”Iron Fire?” The Qilin with the broken horn was also stunned and confused.

”It just so happens that I have not fought an Ancient God yet. I'll use you as practice!” Zhao Feng's body also exploded with fighting intent.

In the Spiritual Race, Zhao Feng concealed his true cultivation. The strongest opponent he had faced was the peak Rank Six Xiahou Wu. This would be the first battle since he had become an Ancient God where he would fight with his full strength.

Boom!

The Red Flame Qilin's body suddenly grew dozens of times larger, transforming into a fiery mountain that pressed down upon Zhao Feng.

Zhao Feng didn't dare to be careless. He activated the Sacred Lightning Body and charged forward, his entire body crackling with five-colored lightning.

”Scatter!” The ancient beasts around Zhao Wan immediately fled in all directions, trying to get as far away from this battle of Ancient Gods as possible.

Boom! Bang!

Zhao Feng and the huge Red Flame Qilin clashed. Lightning and flame madly battered against each other as the two figures parted.

”What powerful strength!” Zhao Feng felt the blood in his body boiling.

In the clash just now, even Zhao Feng's powerful physical body felt a searing pain.

”Again!” Zhao Feng bellowed as he circulated his Divine Power and Intent energy into an enormous palm of light.

With no restraints to worry about in this battle, Zhao Feng's body felt free and relaxed.

”Seven kinds of Intent!?” Iron Fire's eyes widened in shock.

Normal Ancient God experts could use many kinds of Intent, but they were only proficient in one or two. However, there were seven Intents in Zhao Feng's palm, and each of them was at Level Four.

Brrrooom!

Iron Fire didn't dare to be careless. He activated his ancient bloodline, and his entire body exploded with fire. Iron Fire's fighting power multiplied upon activating the Blood Flame Qilin Race bloodline. By relying on his powerful body and his flames, he was able to shatter Zhao Feng's technique.

”So powerful! He already managed to reach this level!?” Little Ling's eyes shone with wondrous light as she observed the battle between the Red Flame Qilin and Zhao Feng.

The other ancient beasts were also stunned as they watched their master battle with an Ancient God of the Blood Flame Qilin Race.

Boom! Bang! Crash!

The sky exploded with fire and lightning as Zhao Feng and Iron Fire exchanged several dozen blows.

This kid… just what is going on with him? Iron Fire was flabbergasted.

At the start, he and Zhao Feng were an equal match, but after ten rounds, Zhao Feng gradually began to gain the advantage. After twenty rounds, Iron Fire was finding it difficult to keep up!