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King of Gods – Chapter 630


Chapter 630 – Student Ceremony


In the middle of the Sacred Land, the three main Spiritual Peak seemed to be connected to heaven.


The most central one that was in the ruins was the Ten Thousand Ancient Holy Peak.


The main Spiritual Peak left and right was held by two three-star powers.


The main Spiritual Peak left was the territory of the Mystic True Sacred Clan.


On top of the Mystic True Sacred Clan's main Spiritual Peak, inside a pure, clean, and elegant room, the, zhao Fengs heart surged up and down as he looked at the white-haired man before him respectfully.


This is Duanmu Qing.


Duanmu Qing's hair was pure white, and his eyes shone like stars. His appearance could be said to be perfect. His skin was white and as smooth as marble.


Furthermore, this Emperor had a warm and calm aura. His every move and action seemed like a gentle spring breeze.


Overall, this person seemed perfect, yet very close and warm with others.


“You are Zhao Feng? No need to be nervous. This was a True Martial Holy Land. Even if the Emperor of Death himself comes, he cannot hurt you.”


Duanmu Qing examined Zhao Feng and smiled warmly.


Zhao Feng's emotions began to calm down.


Previously, Duanmu Qing used the Emperor Projection and made the Death Guards kneel. That power shocked Zhao Feng, but he started to regain his composure. His sharp senses could see the impatience lurking in the depths of Duanmu Qing's eyes.


It was not difficult to guess that Duanmu Qing really wanted to know what happened to the Purple Night Sacred Lord.


However, Duanmu Qing was raised well, and his actions were elegant. He did not rush Zhao Feng; he calmed Zhao Feng instead.


Without being asked by Duanmu Qing, Zhao Feng took out a Purple Saint Token and started talking about what happened in the Purple Saint Ruins, as well as the first and second visits.


He did speak a little about himself protecting the Purple Saint Ruins, but he emphasized the importance of how Zhao Yufei had chosen the Purple Night Sacred Lord as the heir, as well as the current situation of the Purple Saint Ruins.


When Duanmu Qing heard the danger that the Purple Saint Ruins were in, it was difficult for him to hide his worries.


"I don't think that Aunt Purple Night is still hiding a secret world in the world, or that she will be able to choose someone with the Ten Thousand Ancient Race bloodline as the heir."


Duanmu Qing sighed.


After knowing the relationship between Zhao Feng and the Purple Night Sacred Lord, Duanmu Qing's gaze towards Zhao Feng was much warmer.


It was as if he was looking at his descendants.


“Zhao Feng, how did you offend the Emperor of Death? This emperor had the Eye of Death, and no one under the Mystical Light Realm was convinced that they could defeat him.”


Duanmu Qing's eyes showed solemnity.


Every King and Emperor was wary of the Emperor of Death.


Zhao Feng then talked about him meeting Grandmaster Yin Kong and how he triggered the Token of Death when he killed him, which brought the Death Pursuit to him.


However, Zhao Feng did not say anything about the God Eyes. The God Eyes only increased the Emperor of Death's desire to capture Zhao Feng.


“So that's what happened. You triggered the Death Pursuit while protecting the Purple Saint Ruins.”


Duanmu Qing's face was filled with praise and gratitude.


Even after meeting the Emperor, Zhao Feng managed to calm down quickly. The calmness he had was not something that the other geniuses possessed.


However, Duanmu Qing did not know that Zhao Feng had the ninth God Eye. After all, he was not a descendant of any of the Eight Great God Eyes. Although he realized that Zhao Fengs eye bloodline was unusual, he did not connect it to the God Eye.


The Emperor of Death was only a descendant of the Eye of Gods, yet he was already extremely powerful. Those who had the Eye of a God were one of its kind, and they were very far away even for Emperors.


An hour later, Duanmu Qing had comprehended everything, including some small details.


"Zhao Feng, if you want to stay in the Holy Land, you must first have an identity."


Duanmu Qing's eyes were filled with warmth and love, and Zhao Feng's face changed.


It was clear that Emperor Duanmu would obtain Zhao Feng's identity. This was a dream for someone who wanted to enter the Holy Land, and even for those who had three-star strength, yet it could be achieved by Duanmu Qing in just one sentence.


What kind of identity would Duanmu Qing give her? Zhao Feng started to guess.


"How about this? I'll accept you as my personal student. It will help you in Mystic True Sacred Clan.”


Duanmu Qing smiled and said.


Private student!


Zhao Feng's eyes glared. He didn't expect that at all.


Becoming the personal disciple of the Emperor would be a turning point in life that would completely affect his destiny.


“Do you not want?”


Duanmu Qing smiled.


"This disciple is ready."


Zhao Feng bowed.


He now had two masters since the beginning of his cultivation who had changed his fate.


"Hehe. Zhao Feng, I accepted you as my disciple not only because of Aunt Purple Night, but also because I was confident in my eyes.”


Duanmu Qing smiled. His eyes were filled with wisdom. How could an Emperor like him not see Zhao Fengs body, bloodline, and potential?


Simply put, Zhao Feng had the qualifications to become his personal disciple over his own ability.


“Zhao Feng, you can stay here for now. I will have a student ceremony in a few days. ”


said Duanmu Qing.


Student ceremony?


Zhao Feng stopped. The Emperor disciple ceremony would be rather extraordinary, but it seemed like it was not the way Duanmu Qing usually acted. The feeling Duanmu Qing gave him was that he was humble and peaceful, not showing off.


"I will immediately go to the Tianlu Islands Zone, and you need an identity known to the public beforehand."


Duanmu Qing explained.


Hearing that, Zhao Feng understood. The reason why Duanmu Qing was going to hold the ceremony was to allow Zhao Feng to integrate into the Mystic True Sacred Clan faster and give him protection. If everyone knew that Zhao Feng was Emperor Duanmu Qing's disciple, they would be wary of him.


Three days later, Duanmu Qing held a disciple ceremony in his palace.


The disciple ceremony was not publicized; it was limited to the upper echelons of each power, as well as some Core disciples. However, the number of Kings and Emperors present was not small.


There were many Sovereign Sovereigns and the Half-step Void God Realm.


On the ceremony stage, Zhao Feng bowed towards Duanmu Qing. This ceremony shook the Mystical True Sacred Clan, and news spread throughout the two main Spiritual Summits and the thirty-three two-star sects.


Zhao Feng also saw the Kings of the Golden Mountain Sect at the ceremony.


The blue-robed king was extremely warm towards Zhao Feng, as if the latter was his ancestor.


"Congratulations, Little Friend Zhao."


Old Li was full of smiles.


Zhao Feng talked to Old Li alone for a while and told him to send the news to the Eternal Sealed Palace Master. The Eternal Sealed Palace Master helped a lot in allowing him to enter the Holy Land.


“I will definitely do it.”


Old Li nodded. He knew how frightening Zhao Fengs true strength was, and now he would fly even higher with the guidance of Emperor Duanmu Qing.


Zhao Feng also met some other Core disciples from the Mystic True Sacred Clan at the ceremony.


The Core disciples of the three-star Mystic True Sacred Clan were mostly Emperor disciples.


The Mystical True Sacred Clan had at least seven or eight Emperors, and Duanmu Qing had a rather high status among them.


"That's it!!?"


The two Core disciples looked at Zhao Feng with bulging eyes and mouth open. Both of them were short-haired youths and skinny tall youths.


“Junior Martial Brother Jiang, what is it? Do you know this Zhao Feng?


The other Core Disciple asked in surprise.


The short-haired youth and the skinny man looked at each other in shock.


The two were the two that appeared in the Void Ocean Arena – Jiang Fan and Chen Yilin.


"Hmm?"


As if sensing something, Zhao Feng looked at the two.


Jiang Fan and Chen Yilin, these two disciples from the Sacred Land, had made a deep impression on Zhao Feng. This was especially true for Jiang Fan, who had the bloodline of the Ten Thousand Ancient Race and revealed a terrifying strength in the arena.


At that moment, Zhao Feng was only at the Half-step Origin Core Realm and probably could not even block a single blow from Jiang Fan.


However, at this moment, the ones shocked were Jiang Fan and Chen Yilin.


“New a year and his cultivation has caught up with me, and now he has an Emperor for a master .”


Jiang Fan's heart trembled. He can't accept this.


He spent a year of hard work to break through to the middle stage of the Origin Core Realm. In terms of status, he was a Core disciple of the three-star power in the Holy Land, and now Zhao Feng was on the same level as him with just one ceremony.


"Senior Martial Brother."


Zhao Feng smiled as he walked over and greeted Jiang Fan and Chen Yilin.


The smiles of Jiang Fan and Chen Yilin were slightly forced as they greeted Zhao Feng in return.


Although Zhao Fengs current status was on par with their status, they had looked down on Zhao Feng one year ago and thought that they would never communicate again. Therefore, when Zhao Feng asked the two of them for help, they refused.


"Hehe, Emperor Gu Luo, it seems like your disciple with the Ten Thousand Ancient Race bloodline seems to know Zhao Feng."


Emperor Duanmu Qing smiled as he spoke to the other Elder. This elder was Emperor Gu Luo, master Jiang Fan.


“This lineage of Zhao Feng seems to be on par with the normal Ten Thousand Ancient Race bloodline. What's even stranger is that even I can't see through his eye lineage.”


Emperor Gu Luo praised.


Normal people were too far away from the Emperor, but every Emperor present went to congratulate Emperor Duanmu Qing when they saw Zhao Feng.


“Jiang Fan, that Zhao Feng's bloodline and potential are no weaker than yours. You need to talk more and interact with him in the future.”


Divine Sense Emperor Gu Luo sounded in Jiang Fan's head.


"This disciple understands."


Jiang Fan's heart was filled with mixed emotions.


First, Emperor Duanmu Qing's strength and status was slightly higher than his Master's.


Secondly, in the eyes of his master, Zhao Feng's potential was no lower than his.


Jiang Fan did not doubt the above, especially the second point. Who knew what kind of luck Zhao Feng received for him to catch up to him in just a year's time?


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