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King of Gods – Chapter 1579


Chapter 1579 – Zhao Feng Taking Disciples


Song Tingyu smiled as she watched Zhao Feng leave. His heart was filled with confidence. But as Zhao Feng passed through the doorway, a thick purple energy started to emerge from his body, and the Heaven Earth Yuan Qi in the room started to gather around him.


"This .." Song Tingyu became a fool. When he examined Zhao Fengs energy source just now, he was certain that only ten percent of his Blue Spirit energy had been converted into Violet Spirit energy.


But the concentration of purple energy Zhao Feng emitted showed at least thirty percent, no, forty percent. The purple energy thickened, and enveloped Zhao Feng's surroundings like mist. His body became fuzzy and enigmatic, and seeing it would make one feel dazed.


When Song Tingyu looked behind Zhao Feng, she misperceived the perception that she was looking at an extremely powerful expert.


He quickly took control of himself, but once he did, he saw something even more astonishing. Zhao Fengs Violet Spirit Energy was now completely pure, one hundred percent converted.


After sending out his Spiritual Sense, Song Tingyu paled, her mind almost shattered.


"Just ... What happened?" Song Tingyu muttered softly.


In just a moment, Zhao Feng had directly reached the Violet Qi Realm!


He had only said that Zhao Feng would need at least ten days to break through if he did not take any medicine, but even that was overestimating Zhao Fengs ability. How could he know that Zhao Feng would break through after walking just a few steps!?


Song Tingyu was embarrassed and embarrassed.


"Stop!" Song Tingyu called out, her face red.


"What is this young master for?" Zhao Feng turned around and smiled.


“You just played me?” Song Tingyu's eyes turned cold.


In his view, Zhao Feng definitely hid his cultivation. Otherwise, he couldn't possibly break through just by taking a few steps. As for why he didn't see it, it was probably because Zhao Feng developed some secret concealment arts from the Zhao Clan.


He does not have a good temperament. Previously, he had not been so upset that Zhao Feng was just a child, but now that he was sure that Zhao Feng was playing around with him, he no longer treated him like a child. His anger rose to his head, letting his true temperament unfold.


"Yes!" Zhao Feng confessed.


Zhao Feng's sincerity made Song Tingyu's eyes bulge, and for a moment, she didn't know what to say. He never expected Zhao Feng to admit it so easily without arguing.


Moreover, despite being the pinnacle of Divine Transformation, he had been fooled by a fourteen-year-old child. Who would believe him if he said such a thing? Of course, as a prodigy of the Song Clan, he was unwilling to announce such an embarrassing matter.


“No matter what tricks you try to do, I am your master! Now I'll give you a mission!” Song Tingyu took out a book from her interspatial dimension and gave it to Zhao Feng, and then she crossed her hands in front of her chest and coldly glared.


“Top art Spirit level, Yellow Dragon Boxing.” Zhao Feng glanced at the book.


"In ten days, develop this combat skill to the top!" Song Tingyu coldly snorted.


Martial arts skills have different levels, but just because one has a high level of skill does not mean that one can overcome a low level skill.


This is because martial arts skills can be divided into levels of proficiency: basic, small, large, and peak. There was also a perfect level, but the requirements for this level were extremely strict. Even the creator of a martial arts skill might not be able to reach the perfect level.


Song Tingyu was not going to let Zhao Feng off just like that after she played around with him. He wanted to give her a hard time.


Yellow Dragon Fist was not a high-level technique, but cultivating it to the peak within ten days was impossible. Even the prodigy of the Star Origin Realm would require at least ten days.


“From that, why don't we bet?” Holding the book, Zhao Feng maliciously smiled at Song Tingyu.


“What kind of bet?” Song Tingyu was suspicious.


For some reason, he had a bad premonition, but he was a peak Divine Transformation expert! How could he be afraid of a boy?


“I have martial arts skills of the same level as Yellow Dragon Fist. Let's see who among us can reach the top faster in our respective skills. The one who gets there first wins! ” Zhao Feng flipped his palm, revealing a book for a skill called the Flowing Light Sword.


Song Tingyu was stunned, and she found it hard to resist the urge to laugh.


A Violet Qi Realm only wanted to compete with him to see who could develop a Spirit level skill to the fastest peak? He even wondered if Zhao Feng's mind was shattered.


As a peak Divine Transformation expert, he had developed nothing but Earth-level top-grade skills. Understanding Spirit-level top-tier arts was truly too simple. He only needed to read the book once to be able to use it, and after practicing a little more, he would be able to reach the peak level.


This is a sure victory!


"okay! I'll let you feel your master's ability!” Song Tingyu agreed.


He could immediately reclaim the dignity that Zhao Feng had stolen from him by tricking him.


"The one who won was a true master," Zhao Feng said calmly. Naturally there needs to be something at stake for it to be a bet.


"okay!" Song Tingyu was eager to see Zhao Feng in trouble and immediately agreed.


This was his first disciple, so Song Tingyu wanted Zhao Feng to sincerely obey him without complaining.


After retrieving Zhao Fengs book, Song Tingyu opened it and scanned it with her Spiritual Sense.


Although he was not an expert in sword arts, he was confident that he would only need to read a book once to use the skill, and reaching peak proficiency would also be easy to do.


But Song Tingjm suddenly felt something strange about Zhao Feng. Zhao Feng did not even read the manual for the Yellow Dragon Fist. He only smiled awkwardly when he saw her.


"Please take a good look!" Zhao Feng called as he took a step forward.


The Violet Spirit energy began to wrapped around his fist, quickly turning into a yellow light that was engulfed in Earth energy. The explosion!


He punched out, sending streams of yellow energy howling forward like a dragon.


Zhao Feng punched twice, three times. One after another the dark yellow dragons circled Zhao Feng, like living and terrifying humans. As he punched more and more, Zhao Feng himself seemed to be a furious dragon rampaging through the heavens.


This first art exhibition is beautiful and full of strength. Song Tingyu was completely fascinated by him. In Zhao Feng's hands, this low-level fist art possessed immense strength, and Song Tingyu could not help but feel a hint of admiration.


Suddenly, all the roars and phenomena disappeared.


"I won." Zhao Feng faintly smiled.


Song Tingyu was surprised, then she paled.


“You fraud! You must have developed this skill before! ” Song Tingyu's entire body trembled, and her face was shocked and panicked. This was the only word he could gather.


Zhao Feng had not even read a book about the Yellow Dragon Fist yet could still use it. Moreover, it was definitely not a peak skill, but a perfect skill. How is that possible? That's too absurd. Thus, Song Tingyu could only believe that Zhao Feng had developed this skill before.


However, even though Yellow Dragon Fist was a low-level art, it was a Song Clan skill. The Zhao Clan was not guaranteed to have it. Moreover, how could such a coincidence possibly happen? The skill that he had just randomly chosen was also a skill that Zhao Feng had developed before? Even he was not sure of this explanation.


He did not know that Zhao Feng, with just one glance, had read all the Yellow Dragon Fist manuals. As a Creator-level expert, he could easily achieve perfect proficiency in this skill.


“Whether I cheated or not, I just want to see if the people from the Song Clan will admit their losses. If they are all bastards who can't keep their word, I have nothing to say!” Zhao Feng looked a little angry as he shouted.


Song Tingyu froze, and while the flames of anger were still burning inside her, she had no way to vent them.


Firstly, this was the Zhao Clan, and Zhao Feng's status was no less than his. Second, Zhao Feng was right.


At this bet ... he lost!


"Good! I, Song Tingyu, am willing to accept my loss. You are now my master, but I want to see what you can teach me!” Song Tingyu gritted her teeth and finally gave up.


He could not be someone who retracted his words. He would first endure this ordeal and then think of a way to deal with this brat!


Song Tingyu was preparing to leave.


“Mm! This student obeys. Come walk with your master, "Zhao Feng nodded and immediately said.


"You!" Song Tingyu's footsteps froze, and her anger exploded, but she did her best to hold back.


He had already suffered losses twice today, and just seeing Zhao Feng made him unhappy. He only wanted to return to vent his emotions and think of a way to deal with this child, but Zhao Feng did not seem to intend to let him go.


"Let's go!" Zhao Feng put his hand behind him and walked out.


Song Tingyu followed, her eyes staring intently at Zhao Feng as if she wanted to swallow him alive. However, gradually, Song Tingyu calmed down. Now that he was rethinking what had happened, he discovered that this boy ... was unexpected!


As Zhao Feng and Song Tingyu left, at the sealed residence inside the land belonging to the city lord, a muscular man emitting a domineering aura sat on the stage, his presence causing the air itself to feel heavy.


A shadow appeared in front of the man, and then someone appeared within that shadow.


"Zhao Feng has left, along with Song Tingyu!" the black figure bowed and said.


This Zhao Tianlong, on the surface, he had just obtained a teacher for his son, but in reality, it was a bodyguard. Watch the boy from the shadows. If there is a chance, take care of him.” command men who dominate.


,rYes, Vice Patriarch!” The black figure disappeared.


“Zhao Tianlong, I don't plan on doing anything to your son, but this son of yours, he's not simple! He must die.” The domineering man revealed a savage smile.


This man was the vice patriarch of the Zhao Clan, Zhao Balong.


His three sons were the most talented children of this generation. As for Zhao Tianlong's eldest son, he had average talent and probably wouldn't have great achievements. If all went as expected, Zhao Balong would become the next patriarch, and once he became a patriarch, becoming the ruler of the city would be much easier.


When Zhao Feng was born, Zhao Balong began to observe him. He found that he could not see through his body. It was like a pitch-black pond, it was not easy to swim deep into and it seemed to be bottomless. In short, he felt threatened by Zhao Feng.


Since that was the case, he would remove this threat!


Outside the land belonging to the city lord, Zhao Feng and Song Tingyu quickly found Huo Qingfeng.


"mastering." Huo Qingfeng had a calm expression.


The three perfect Origin Soul Cleansing Pills had healed all the wounds on Huo Qingfeng's body. This alone made Huo Qingfeng extremely grateful to Zhao Feng.


Moreover, he needed to take revenge and become stronger. Following Zhao Feng might give him a chance to achieve these things.


"You ... Huo Qingfeng from the Azure City Sword Sect!" Song Tingyu exclaimed in shock.


The Azure City Sword Sect was some distance away from this place, but Song Tingyu had heard of this person's name. This man was a genius who was even more terrifying than him.


He had heard that the Azure City Sword Sect had decided to make Huo Qingfeng the next sect master, but a few months ago, a tragedy happened.


Of course, this was not the true reason of Song Tingyu's shock. He was shocked over the fact that Huo Qingfeng had called this brat his master!


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