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King of Gods – Chapter 1459
Chapter 1459 – Finishes Everything in One Go
Half a year ago, in the mountains west of Zona Gulong, a certain event created a huge uproar: The Spirit Grass Gate, which had been conquered by the Yellow Dragon Pavilion decades ago, had been destroyed, suddenly reappeared and rebuilt himself.
The first thing the Yellow Dragon Pavilion did after learning of this was to send out many of its members, sparking a war between two four-and-a-half-star factions. In the end, the Spirit Grass Gate had fended off the first wave of the Yellow Dragon Pavilion. After which, the former members of the Spirit Grass Gate gradually began to return, and some factions even betrayed the Yellow Dragon Pavilion and submitted to the Spirit Grass Gate.
The underground conference hall the Spirit Grass Gate:
“Han Ning’er, this old man is really not wrong. The rebuilding of the Spirit Grass Gate is entirely due to your efforts!” A green-haired elder sitting on top smiled radiantly.
This person was none other than the Gate Master of the Spirit Grass Gate. After the defeat of the Spirit Grass Gate, he had led a portion of the members into hiding so that they could plan for the resurrection of the faction.
The other upper echelon members of the Spirit Grass Gate smiled and nodded, their eyes focused on a girl dressed in green.
This girl seemed to be extremely dazzling in the gloomy hall, and she exuded pure strength and vitality. She looked like a spirit in the forest, nimble and beautiful.
“Gate Master, this is all I'm supposed to do. However, Senior Brother Xiahou deserves most thanks!” Han Ning’er smiled as he looked at the heroic figure and the straight back of Xiahou Wu next to him, wearing simple green clothes.
Back then, when Zhao Feng had just become a True God in the Spiritual Race, he exchanged blows with Xiahou Wu of the Holy Land of Life. Then, when Zhao Feng escorted Han Ning’er to the Holy Land of Life, Xiahou Wu was assigned to take care of the two of them.
After this long period of time, Xiahou Wu smoothly became a Rank Seven Ancient God.
“Thank you to the Holy Land of Life for helping the Gate of Spirit Grass!” Spirit Grass Gate Master gratefully turned to the man next to Han Ning’er.
It really was already a blessing for the descendants of the Eye of Life to appear within their sect. To establish a relationship with the legendary Holy Land was not something he dared to imagine in his wildest dreams.
"Little task." Xiahou Wu waved his hand, indicating that they should not take this matter too seriously.
In fact, he was helping because he wanted to, not because of the Holy Land of Life. Otherwise, the Yellow Dragon Pavilion had long since given up rather than daring to continue the fight against the Spirit Grass Gate.
“Young Master Xiahou is too humble. If not for you, we would never have been able to fight the Yellow Dragon Pavilion!” The Spirit Grass Gate Master smiled.
In the last war, the Spirit Grass Gate Master was severely injured and had yet to fully recover.
Meanwhile, Xiahou Wu was a Rank Seven Ancient God, a descendant of the Eye of Life, and a powerful disciple from the Holy Land of Life. This was precisely why the Spirit Grass Gate was able to fight against the Yellow Dragon Pavilion.
At this moment, Xiahou Wu was the hope of the entire Spirit Grass Gate and was admired by many disciples. The members of the upper echelon of the Spirit Grass Gate also hoped that Xiahou Wu and Han Ning’er would gather. This would further increase the security of the Spirit Grass Gate.
At this moment, ripples appeared in the domain around the conference hall.
Whooshing sound!
A green figure rushed in.
"Guru Gate, the Yellow Dragon Pavilion is attacking again!" the scout knelt down and said respectfully.
"Prepare to fight!" The Spirit Grass Gate Master grimaced and immediately called out.
A moment later, the conference hall was empty. All the members of the Spirit Grass Gate started to gather.
A short while later, two mighty dragon ships appeared on the horizon. On top of one of these boats was a large and dignified man with dark yellow skin – Yellow Dragon Pavilion Master.
“Young Master Xiahou, this matter is between the Yellow Dragon Pavilion and the Spirit Grass Gate. Hope you don't interfere! ” Yellow Dragon Pavilion Master turned to Xiahou Wu.
Xiahou Wu was a member of the Holy Land of Life, and if not for the Holy Land of Life being so far away from this place, the Yellow Dragon Pavilion would not have dared to continue the war. Moreover, he also noticed that Xiahou Wu had come to help the Spirit Grass Gate purely out of personal desire, not because the Holy Land of Life had ordered it.
” I've made an appointment for Junior Sister Ning’er. I will intervene in this matter until the end! ” Xiahou Wu firmly said.
The members of the upper echelon of the Spirit Grass Gate were happy to see this. In their view, Xiahou Wu was clearly interested in Han Ning’er.
"Yellow Dragon Pavilion, the Spirit Grass Gate will avenge the mistakes of the past!" The Spirit Grass Gate Master coldly looked at the Yellow Dragon Pavilion Master.
Although he was severely injured, Xiahou Wu was currently treating his injuries, and he would soon recover completely. The Spirit Grass Gate will rise again!
"Haha, you won't get a chance!" The Yellow Dragon Pavilion Master immediately started laughing.
The members of the upper echelon of the Spirit Grass Gate found this somewhat suspicious. Logically speaking, the Yellow Dragon Pavilion did not have the strength to do anything to the Spirit Grass Gate. However, the Yellow Dragon Pavilion Master appeared to be overconfident. Did the Yellow Dragon Pavilion manage to obtain a powerful ally?
A terrifying Ghost Dao energy suddenly surged out from the distant horizon.
Boooom!
Countless cold and pitch-black figures appeared.
"The Ghost Nether!" The face of the Master Gate of the Spirit Grass was cold.
The Nether Ghost Race was one of the more powerful four and a half star factions. It had six Ancient Gods, far more than the typical four-and-a-half-star faction. And at this moment, they had sent three Rank Seven Ancient Gods.
The members of the upper echelon of the Spirit Grass Gate and Xiahou Wu also turned serious looking at this scene. Although Xiahou Wu was strong, he could only deal with two Rank Seven Ancient Gods at most. But now, with three more Ancient Gods, the enemy had the power fully capable of destroying the Spirit Grass Gate.
At this moment, the entire battlefield would be silent. The members of the Spirit Grass Gate felt a deep sense of despair. Regardless of whether Xiahou Wu helped or left, they were still no match for the Yellow Dragon Pavilion.
Xiahou Wu also had a very evil grin. It seemed impossible for him to fulfill his promise to Han Ning’er.
But at this moment, a calm voice came from a distance; “Han Ning’er, you are really back, and there is Big Brother Xiahou as well! I'm not expecting you to come too. ”
The extremely relaxed tone of this voice shattered the gloomy atmosphere.
The Yellow Dragon Pavilion and Nether Ghost Race turned to look.
The eyes of the members of the Spirit Grass Gate flashed. This newcomer was apparently a friend of Han Ning’er and Xiahou Wu. But when everyone saw that it was Zhao Feng, they were all stunned in disbelief.
“Zhao Feng!?” The Yellow Dragon Pavilion Master and the many members of the upper echelon shouted in shock.
The members of the Spirit Grass Gate were also dumbfounded. Wasn't this Zhao Feng who had caused a stir in the entire Gulong Zone a few decades ago? Zhao Feng was sought after by many factions, yet he still dared to return?
"Zhao Feng, what have you done to my granddaughter, the Demon God Mo Gui?" The Ancient God of the Ghost Nether Race stepped forward, his eyes seething with cold killing intent.
Semu God Mo Gui was the Demon God Zhao Feng had fought before the Gulong Martial Meeting, and he ended up as one of the prisoners in the Five Elements Palace.
"Brother Zhao, why are you here?" Xiahou Wu was equally her.
The Holy Land of Life had obtained a clearer picture of what was happening in the Chixing Zone. It was rumored that Zhao Feng was the holder of the Ninth God Eye. After the awakening of the God Eye, he had defeated the Ancient Soul Hall and then disappeared.
Han Ning’er was very excited. After all, he had never seen Zhao Feng since their last farewell. Ever since he heard that Zhao Feng was the holder of the Ninth God Eye, he was worried that Zhao Feng might have some sort of accident.
Zhao Feng's appearance also made the two of them see hope. In the Ziling Zone and Chixing Zone, the Ziling Zone had defeated the God God!
On the other hand, the Yellow Dragon Pavilion and the Nether Ghost Race were extremely sad. Zhao Fengs strength back then was already incredible, enough for him to throw the entire Gulong Zone into upheaval. Now, even Xiahou Wu called Zhao Feng "Brother Zhao." From this, one could see that Zhao Feng had definitely become much stronger.
“Do not act rashly. Send news of Zhao Feng's return to the faction above us, and someone will naturally come to deal with him!” The Yellow Dragon Pavilion Master was somewhat calmer and started communicating with the Nether Ghost Race members.
"Brother Zhao, please act and resolve this matter!" Xiahou Wu smiled.
The members of the Spirit Grass Gate were instantly dazed. Xiahou Wu from the Holy Land of Life actually asked Zhao Feng to act? And from Xiahou Wu's appearance, he wasn't worried at all. It was as if he believed that Zhao Feng could handle everything.
Han Ning’er also smiled. It was as if he had forgotten that they were in the middle of a war.
"Wait a moment," Zhao Feng said calmly.
Waitie? Xiahou Wu was shocked. Why should they wait?
The Yellow Dragon Pavilion and Nether Ghost Race watched this conversation with extremely ugly expressions.
Yellow Dragon Pavilion Master, let's attack together and get rid of Zhao Feng. I can't believe he can beat us all!” said the Ancient God of the Nether Ghost Race, his expression was savage and terrifying.
But at this moment, a powerful energy ripple came from the horizon.
Swish!
Three people appeared amidst the two powers, their imposing energy aura shocking everyone.
"Secte Return of Origin, Ancient God Qian Yuan!" The Ancient Gods of the Ghost Nether Race and the Yellow Dragon Pavilion exclaimed in shock.
They had sent news of Zhao Feng's return to several factions, including the Origin Refund Sect, but there was no reason for the Origin Refund Sect to arrive so quickly. And what he sent out was a half-step Refinement Divine Origin Sect Master and two peak Nine Rank elders. Only now did they realize that Zhao Feng was much stronger than they had imagined.
"Zhao Feng, hand over Semu God Gui Yi and surrender yourself to be captured!" Ancient God Qian Yuan did not care about the four-star half faction. His eyes were fixed on Zhao Feng as he calmly spoke.
“You have finally arrived. Let's deal with everyone together! ” Zhao Feng smiled as he looked at the trio from the Origin Return Sect.
Xiahou Wu and Han Ning’er understood why Zhao Feng said to wait. It is only one and a half steps of God. They don't worry a bit.
But the members of the Spirit Grass Gate were all trembling in fear as they involuntarily retreated. It was clear that the Origin Refund Sect had come to create trouble for Zhao Feng.
"Oh? How do you plan to deal with us? " The Origin Return Sect Master was shocked. From Zhao Feng's tone of voice, it was clear that they were expected.
"I certainly hope to settle this matter peacefully," Zhao Feng said calmly.
He had imprisoned the geniuses of many factions, but those people all wanted to kill him and snatch his treasure, so Zhao Feng did not believe he had done anything wrong. Moreover, these people had all been brought to the Ancient Dream Realm. He naturally could not let them go for fear that they would divulge his secret.
"Silly! How could you possibly compare to the God of All Gui Yi!? If you are unwilling to compromise, then don't blame the Origin Refund Sect! Ancient God Qian Yuan looked a little angry.
Actually, a peaceful resolution was possible, but they stood to gain too much from Zhao Feng. The Spacetime Cloak, the Death Curse Staff, and also the Five Elements Intent palace; by killing Zhao Feng, one could obtain all of these.
"God, serve the boy properly!" The members of the Nether Ghost Race laughed out loud.
The Yellow Dragon Pavilion troops were also very pleased. With the Origin Refund Sect Master personally taking action, Zhao Feng was devastated. Perhaps the Gate of Spirit Grass would even be dragged along with him.
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