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King of Gods – Chapter 923


Chapter 923: The Storm


Chapter 923 – Storm


Those present could not believe their ears. Zhao Feng refused firmly. The Fourth Prince was the most likely to be the Crown Prince, but Zhao Feng rejected him and would instead help the Ninth Prince, who was only ranked 6th. What's he thinking?


Even the Fourth Prince was shocked. He thought that Zhao Feng would at least hesitate. Furthermore, the reason Zhao Feng rejected him was simple, and it was something that made others admire him. Betrayal is something that everyone hates. Would they make Zhao Feng a traitor?


Zhuge Yun felt a little regretful. He was looking forward to working with Zhao Feng. If Zhao Feng was willing to join the Fourth Prince's party, then the Fourth Prince's group would become stronger than before. Furthermore, the golden-haired Zhao Feng was currently giving him an unexpected feeling. He could not help but recall the power of the Purple Hair Demon Duo in the Divine Illusion Dimension.


Cold sweat dripped from Butler Qi's forehead, and he felt lucky that Zhao Feng refused, otherwise he would cause disaster. Butler Qi looked at Zhao Feng's calm expression, and his perspective on Zhao Feng changed for the first time.


Liang Sang almost fell down.


"Is that boy really resisting?" Liang Sang almost went crazy. Heaven had given him such an opportunity, but he had completely refused.


“Liang Sang, let's go and make some preparations. Let's see if we can get a place from the other princes. ” City Lord Sky Pool sighed. They had lost their chance and could only rely on luck now.


"Zhao Feng, I'm waiting for you in the Imperial Tombs." The Fourth Prince exuded strength as if he was challenging someone.


Zhao Feng smiled faintly and put his hands together, but he did not speak.


The Fourth Prince then led Zhuge Yun and left the martial arts field.


"Your Majesty, Zhao Feng is extremely talented," Zhuge Yun said in a low tone.


"I know."


The Fourth Prince had a grim expression. How many Grandmaster Beast Tamers could control a species from the Ten Thousand Ancient Races? If his guess was correct, that Cloud Silkworm Saint Butterfly should have belonged to his Thirteenth Uncle.


Apparently, his Thirteenth Uncle appreciated these Cloud Silkworm Sacred Butterflies, but he had fallen asleep and was about to die, yet he was very much alive and right in front of him. From here, one could see how capable Zhao Feng was.


Furthermore, the ability to support the Cloud Silkworm Saint Butterfly was staggering. There were many rare beasts from different eras in the Imperial Tombs, and talented beast tamers would be very useful since they could control a group of super strong beasts.


"Zhao Feng won't help me unless the Ninth Prince's younger brother surrenders in the battle for the Crown Prince."


The Fourth Prince had clear eyes. If Zhao Feng helped him, then his chances of winning would increase a little more, but if Zhao Feng helped the Ninth Prince, the latter would still not pose much of a threat.


"Uncle Thirteenth?" The Fourth Prince saw Duke Nanfeng quickly arrive.


"Your Fourth Prince's Highness, is that Zhao Feng in front?"


The Fourth Prince faintly nodded his head. He originally wanted to talk to his Thirteenth Uncle, but seeing that the latter was in a hurry, he did not say anything and just watched Duke Nanfeng leave.


After Duke Nanfeng became a Sacred Lord two years ago, his territory expanded, and it was not impossible for him to join the Grand Imperial Hall in the future.


“It looks like Duke Nanfeng will most likely stand behind the Ninth Prince. Seventh Prince will be very angry.” Zhuge Yun smiled faintly. After Duke Nanfeng returned to the Imperial Palace, he and the Seventh Prince had spoken many times, but to no avail. From the looks of it, Duke Nanfeng was waiting for Zhao Feng.


"Duke of Nanfeng." Zhao Feng had an excited expression. Ever since coming here, Duke Nanfeng could be said to be the only person he knew.


“My dads, please sit in the Ninth Prince's palace. Discuss whatever you want there, "Butler Qi immediately followed behind and said in a respectful tone.


Under Butler Qi's guidance, Zhao Feng and Duke Nanfeng arrived at the Ninth Prince's palace.


Duke Nanfeng looked warmly at the Cloud Silkworm Saint Butterfly. If not for Zhao Feng, the Cloud Silkworm Saint Butterfly would still be sound asleep by now, and probably never be awakened. He would also not be able to become a Holy God.


“Congratulations to have become a Holy God.” Zhao Feng smiled and put his hands together.


“This is all thanks to the Sacred Honey of a Hundred of Your Origin. Oh yes, Zhao Feng, what's wrong with your eyes?” Duke Nanfeng smiled faintly as he asked. He had a deep impression of Zhao Feng's eye line.


"It evolved."


“Developed?” Duke Nanfeng was extremely shocked. Zhao Fengs eye bloodline was extremely powerful, so evolution would only make it even more unfathomable.


No wonder he could not see through Zhao Feng even after becoming a Sacred Lord. He did not even dare to look into those golden eyes. While Duke Nanfeng was interested in Zhao Fengs left eye, he did not ask too much about it.


"Why are you helping the Ninth Prince?" Duke Nanfeng was a little confused. This is the main reason he is here.


He did not think well of the Ninth Prince's chances, but since they were in his palace now, he did not want to say that the Ninth Prince was at a huge disadvantage. Duke Nanfeng even mentioned that, if Zhao Feng was willing, he could help him gain a place in the Thirteenth Prince's group, the Seventh Prince, or some other prince. He had no idea that Zhao Feng had just rejected the Fourth Prince a moment ago.


“It's a coincidence. I want to participate in the battle for the Crown Prince, and the Ninth Prince is not too far away from me. ” Zhao Feng thought about it and did not know how to answer it. He could not say that he had only joined because he wanted to kill the Thirteenth Prince, not to mention that they were right in the Imperial Palace right now.


Hearing that, Duke Nanfeng nearly spewed out the tea that he had just drank. If he didn't know Zhao Feng well, he would think that Zhao Feng was playing him.


"Zhao Feng, you see everything with an ordinary perspective." This was the only thing Duke Nanfeng could say. If it was someone else, they would try to get as many benefits as possible.


“Duke, I will enter seclusion in a moment. If there is news of the Ocean Smoke Pavilion or the Ten Thousand Sacred Clan during that time, tell them to join the Ninth Prince's party.”


There was another year, and Zhao Feng needed to enter seclusion to become stronger.


Even if the Ocean Smoke Pavilion made some progress, it used to be only a subordinate force to the Nine Darkness Palace, so it would be destroyed by a peak three-star power. Therefore, it was more likely for Bi Qingyue to be under the banner of the Ten Thousand Sacred Clan, but it was still unable to guarantee their safety.


Duke Nanfeng thought for a moment before patting his chest; "Don't worry. I'll go now.”


Zhao Feng entered seclusion after Duke Nanfeng left. After hearing about the situation from Duke Nanfeng, Zhao Feng felt that it was not impossible for the Ninth Prince to win.


In the Misty Spatial World:


“I can finally use the Sacred Honey of Hundred Origin now.”


Zhao Feng was a little impatient. This was the first time he would use the Hundred Origin Sacred Honey. At the same time, he divided his thoughts into several thoughts and began to perform many tasks.


The first one focused on understanding the Wind Lightning Domain. If possible, Zhao Feng planned to form his Little World before entering the battle for the Crown Prince. Most people who entered the Imperial Tomb at least had the battle power of an Emperor, and forming a Little World would be a quick way to increase Zhao Feng's battle power.


The second thought focused on comprehending the Wind Lightning Flame and merging the God Tribulation Lightning from his Soul Body into the Wind Lightning Flame.


Zhao Feng focused on his True Yuan quality, not quantity. According to Duke Nanfeng, increasing cultivation in haste is bad.


Another part of his Divine Sense directed the power of the God Tribulation Lightning to purify his soul and analyze the atomic structure.


Zhao Feng carefully used a single serving of the Hundred Origin Sacred Honey and felt a holy and holy aura seep into his body, moving throughout his organs and limbs until it reached the depths of his soul. Zhao Feng felt as if his entire body had been blessed by the Hundred Origin Sacred Honey and that he had ascended for a short time.


Perhaps because of the Sacred Lightning Body, the Hundred Origin Sacred Honey spread throughout his body and slowly absorbed.


Zhao Feng immediately circulated his Sacred Lightning Body and instantly became taller. Blue and golden light surrounded him, and an occasional arc of lightning flashed around him. After using the Sacred Lightning Body, his speed in absorbing the Hundred Origin Sacred Honey doubled, and most of it was used to refine his body.


The explosion! The explosion!


At the same time, Zhao Feng formed another thought that circulated the Wind Lightning Flame to purify the Sacred Lightning Body and absorb the energy to the maximum.


Three days later, Zhao Feng's body trembled while emitting a lightning glow, and his aura increased.


“It looks like I still underestimated the Hundred Origin Sacred Honey.”


A light flashed in Zhao Fengs eyes. He had only absorbed 60% of the Hundred Origin Sacred Honey, and his Sacred Lightning Body had managed to break through to the peak of level 5. He immediately tried to stop his body from absorbing energy.


Hu~~


A faint purple lightning bolt appeared around Zhao Fengs entire body as he unleashed his Soul Intent.


“Because there is still energy left, I can use it to repair my Soul Body.”


Zhao Feng had always ignored the Lightning God Tribulation Soul Body mainly because he did not quite understand it, but when he knew more about the use of the Lightning God Tribulation Soul Body, he would be able to unearth its potential.


A few days later, Zhao Fengs soul had fully absorbed the remaining Hundred Origin Sacred Honey. His soul was even thicker than before, and it was no longer transparent.


The faint arc of God Tribulation Lightning flickered on the surface, and after being cleared by the Hundred Origin Sacred Honey, Zhao Feng felt that his Lightning God Tribulation Soul Body had a different feeling than before, but he couldn't describe what it was.


“My Sacred Lightning Body has reached the level limit of 5. Let's test it in the Ancient Dream Realm.”


Zhao Fengs heart was moved. He had not entered the Ancient Dream Realm for a long time.


The mysterious golden ball had replaced the blue lake, and there was also a golden whirlpool when Zhao Feng put his consciousness into it.


Weng~~


Zhao Feng appeared in the forest where Yao birds and giant snakes were guarding the tree. However, Zhao Feng felt that something was amiss once he appeared here. The terrifying pressure and ancient aura made his bloodline and True Yuan tremble, and it was still under the foundation that Zhao Fengs Sacred Lightning Body had greatly increased. What the hell is going on?


"Is this .. a storm?"


Zhao Feng looked around and saw that the sky was dark. Bows of lightning struck everywhere as the storm swept through the area. The pressure was extremely strong, and the rain made a loud crackling sound as it landed on Zhao Feng.


The explosion!


A lightning strike was shot down. It was like a god descending to earth.


Zhao Feng's soul was extremely depressed as he stood there. This bolt of lightning made Zhao Feng's body tremble, and he became dazed as the thump of thunder echoed throughout his mind. Even a Sacred Lord would turn into ashes if they were hit by that lightning strike.


"Is this an ancient storm !?" Zhao Feng exclaimed after a long time.


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