King of Gods

Half a year ago, in the western mountains of the Gulong Zone, a certain event created a large stir: Spirit Grass Gate, which had been conquered by Yellow Dragon Pavilion several decades ago, suddenly staged a comeback and reestablished itself.

The first thing Yellow Dragon Pavilion did upon discovering this was to send over many of its members, setting off a war between two four-and-a-half-star factions. In the end, Spirit Grass Gate had fended off the first wave from Yellow Dragon Pavilion. Afterward, former members of Spirit Grass Gate gradually began to return, and quite a few factions even betrayed Yellow Dragon Pavilion and submitted to Spirit Grass Gate.

The underground conference hall of Spirit Grass Gate:

“Han Ning’er, this old man was truly not mistaken. The reestablishment of Spirit Grass Gate is entirely due to your efforts!” A green-haired elder seated above gave a beaming smile.

This person was none other than the Gate Master of Spirit Grass Gate. After Spirit Grass Gate’s defeat, he had led a portion of the members into hiding so that they could plan out the faction’s revival.

The other upper echelon members of Spirit Grass Gate smiled and nodded, their eyes focused on a girl dressed in green.

This girl seemed to be particularly dazzling in the gloomy hall, and she exuded a pure vigor and vitality. She seemed like a spirit in the forest, nimble and beautiful.

“Gate Master, this is only what I should have done. However, Senior Brother Xiahou deserves most of the thanks!” Han Ning’er smiled as she looked at the heroic and straight-backed figure of Xiahou Wu next to her, dressed in simple green clothes.

Back then, when Zhao Feng had just become a True God at the Spiritual Race, he exchanged blows with Xiahou Wu of the Life Sacred Land. Later on, when Zhao Feng escorted Han Ning’er to the Life Sacred Land, Xiahou Wu was tasked with taking care of the two of them.

After this long period of time, Xiahou Wu had smoothly become a Rank Seven Ancient God.

“Our utmost gratitude for the Life Sacred Land for assisting Spirit Grass Gate!” Spirit Grass Gate Master gratefully turned to the man next to Han Ning’er.

It was truly already a blessing for an Eye of Life descendant to have appeared within their sect. To form a relationship with a legendary Sacred Land was not something he dared to imagine in his wildest dreams.

“A minor task.” Xiahou Wu waved his hand, indicating that they shouldn’t take this matter too seriously.

In truth, he was helping because he wanted to, not because of the Life Sacred Land. Otherwise, Yellow Dragon Pavilion would have long ago surrendered rather than dare to continue the fight against Spirit Grass Gate.

“Young Master Xiahou is too humble. If not for you, we would have never been able to fight back against Yellow Dragon Pavilion!” Spirit Grass Gate Master smiled.

In the last war, Spirit Grass Gate Master was heavily wounded and had yet to completely recover.

Meanwhile, Xiahou Wu was a Rank Seven Ancient God, an Eye of Life descendant, and a powerful disciple of the Life Sacred Land. This was precisely why Spirit Grass Gate was able to fight against Yellow Dragon Pavilion.

At this moment, Xiahou Wu was the hope of the entire Spirit Grass Gate and was admired by countless disciples. The upper echelon members of Spirit Grass Gate also hoped that Xiahou Wu and Han Ning’er would get together. This would further increase the safety of Spirit Grass Gate.

At this moment, a ripple appeared in the domain around the conference hall.

Whoosh!

A green figure charged in.

“Gate Master, Yellow Dragon Pavilion is attacking again!” the scout got down on one knee and respectfully said.

“Prepare for battle!” Spirit Grass Gate Master grimaced and immediately called out.

A moment later, the conference hall was empty. All the members of Spirit Grass Gate began to assemble.

A little while later, two mighty dragonships appeared on the horizon. At the top of one of these boats was a large and dignified man with dark yellow skin – the Yellow Dragon Pavilion Master.

“Young Master Xiahou, this matter is between Yellow Dragon Pavilion and Spirit Grass Gate. I hope that you will not interfere!” The Yellow Dragon Pavilion Master turned to Xiahou Wu.

Xiahou Wu was a member of the Life Sacred Land, and if not for the fact that the Life Sacred Land was very far from this place, the Yellow Dragon Pavilion would have not dared to continue the war. In addition, he had also noticed that Xiahou Wu had come to help Spirit Grass Gate purely out of personal desire, not because the Life Sacred Land had ordered him to.

“I have already made a promise to Junior Sister Ning’er. I will intervene in this matter until the very end!” Xiahou Wu firmly said.

The upper echelon members of Spirit Grass Gate were delighted to see this. In their view, Xiahou Wu was definitely interested in Han Ning’er.

“Yellow Dragon Pavilion, Spirit Grass Gate will avenge the wrongs of the past!” Spirit Grass Gate Master coldly stared at the Yellow Dragon Pavilion Master.

Although he was heavily injured, Xiahou Wu was currently treating his wounds, and he would be fully recovered soon. Spirit Grass Gate would rise again!

“Haha, you won’t get the chance!” The Yellow Dragon Pavilion Master immediately began to laugh.

The upper echelon members of Spirit Grass Gate found this rather suspicious. Logically speaking, Yellow Dragon Pavilion didn’t have the strength to do anything to Spirit Grass Gate. However, the Yellow Dragon Pavilion Master seemed far too confident. Had Yellow Dragon Pavilion managed to get a powerful ally?

Terrifying Ghost Dao energy suddenly surged out from the distant horizon.

Boooooom!

Countless cold and pitch-black figures emerged.

“The Nether Ghost Race!” Spirit Grass Gate Master’s face chilled.

The Nether Ghost Race was one of the stronger four-and-a-half-star factions. It had six Ancient Gods, far more than the typical four-and-a-half-star factions. And at this moment, they had sent three Rank Seven Ancient Gods.

The upper echelon members of Spirit Grass Gate and Xiahou Wu also turned serious at this sight. Although Xiahou Wu was powerful, he could only deal with two Rank Seven Ancient Gods at most. But now, with three more Ancient Gods, the enemy had a force completely capable of crushing Spirit Grass Gate.

Young Master Xiahou, I advise you to leave. Although we will not kill you, in battle, we cannot worry over so much and will inevitably wound you!” The Yellow Dragon Pavilion Master once more turned to Xiahou Wu.

At this moment, the entire battlefield will silent. The members of Spirit Grass Gate felt a deep despair. Regardless of whether Xiahou Wu helped or left, they were still no match for Yellow Dragon Pavilion.

Xiahou Wu also had an extremely nasty grimace. It seemed impossible for him to fulfill his promise to Han Ning’er.

But at this moment, a calm voice came from the distance; “Han Ning’er, you really did come back, and there’s Brother Xiahou too! I didn’t expect you to come as well.”

The extremely relaxed tone of this voice shattered the grim atmosphere.

Yellow Dragon Pavilion and the Nether Ghost Race turned to look.

The eyes of Spirit Grass Gate members flashed. This newcomer was apparently a friend to Han Ning’er and Xiahou Wu. But when everyone saw that it was Zhao Feng, they were all stunned beyond belief.

“Zhao Feng!?” the Yellow Dragon Pavilion Master and many of the upper echelon members called out in shock.

The members of Spirit Grass Gate were also astonished. Wasn’t this the Zhao Feng who had caused a stir throughout the entire Gulong Zone several decades ago? Zhao Feng was wanted by many factions, yet he still dared to return?

“Zhao Feng, what have you done to my grandson, Quasi-God Mo Gui?” An Ancient God of the Nether Ghost Race stepped forward, his eyes seething with cold killing intent.

Quasi-God Mo Gui was a Quasi-God that Zhao Feng had come into conflict with before the Gulong Martial Gathering, and he ended up as one of the prisoners in the Five Elements Palace.

“Brother Zhao, how come you’re here?” Xiahou Wu was similarly astonished.

The Life Sacred Land had obtained a somewhat clearer picture of what happened in the Chixing Zone. It was rumored that Zhao Feng was the holder of the Ninth God Eye. After the God Eye’s awakening, he had defeated Ancient Soul Hall and then vanished.

Han Ning’er was extremely excited. After all, she had not seen Zhao Feng since their last parting. Ever since she had heard that Zhao Feng was the holder of the Ninth God Eye, she had been concerned that Zhao Feng might have encountered some sort of mishap.

Zhao Feng’s appearance also made the two of them see hope. In the Ziling Zone and Chixing Zone, Ziling Zone had defeated God Lords!

On the other side, Yellow Dragon Pavilion and the Nether Ghost Race were extremely dejected. Zhao Feng’s strength back then was already incredible, enough for him to throw the entire Gulong Zone into upheaval. Now, even Xiahou Wu was calling Zhao Feng “Brother Zhao.” From this one, one could see that Zhao Feng had definitely gotten much stronger.

“Let’s not act rashly. Send the 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 more composed and began to communicate with the Nether Ghost Race members.

“Brother Zhao, please act and resolve this problem!” Xiahou Wu smiled.

Spirit Grass Gate members were instantly dazed. The Life Sacred Land’s Xiahou Wu was actually requesting Zhao Feng to act? And from Xiahou Wu’s appearance, he was not at all worried. It was as if he trusted that Zhao Feng could handle everything.

Han Ning’er was also all smiles. It was as if she had forgotten that they were in the middle of a war.

“Wait a moment,” Zhao Feng calmly said.

Wait? Xiahou Wu was startled. Why did they have to wait?

Yellow Dragon Pavilion and the Nether Ghost Race watched this conversation with extremely ugly expressions.

Yellow Dragon Pavilion Master, let’s strike together and eliminate Zhao Feng. I don’t believe that he can beat all of us!” a Nether Ghost Race Ancient God said, his expression savage and frightening.

But at this moment, a powerful ripple of energy came from the horizon.

Swish!

Three people appeared in the center of the two forces, their impressive auras of energy shocking all.

“Origin Returning Sect, Ancient God Qian Yuan!” the Ancient Gods of the Nether Ghost Race and Yellow Dragon Pavilion blurted out in surprise.

They had sent news of Zhao Feng’s return to several factions, including the Origin Returning Sect, but there was no reason for the Origin Returning Sect to arrive so quickly. And the ones it had sent were the half-step God Lord Origin Returning Sect Master and two peak Rank Nine elders. Only now did they realize that Zhao Feng was much stronger than they had imagined.

“Zhao Feng, hand over Quasi-God Gui Yi and submit yourself to be captured!” Ancient God Qian Yuan cared not for the four-and-a-half-star factions. His eyes were fixed on Zhao Feng as he calmly spoke.

“You finally arrived. Let’s deal with everyone together!” Zhao Feng smiled as he looked at the trio from the Origin Returning Sect.

Xiahou Wu and Han Ning’er understood why Zhao Feng had said to wait. It was just one half-step God Lord. They weren’t worried in the slightest.

But Spirit Grass Gate members were all trembling in fear as they involuntarily backed away. It was obvious that the Origin Returning Sect had come to make trouble for Zhao Feng.

“Oh? How do you plan to deal with us?” The Origin Returning Sect Master was startled. From Zhao Feng’s tone, it was apparent that they were expected.

“I naturally hope to peacefully resolve the matter,” Zhao Feng calmly said.

He had imprisoned the geniuses of many factions, but those people all wanted to kill him and seize his treasures, so Zhao Feng did not believe he had done anything wrong. Moreover, these people had all been taken to the Ancient Dream Realm. He naturally couldn’t let them go for fear that they would divulge his secrets.

“Ridiculous! How could you possibly compare to Quasi-God Gui Yi!? If you’re not willing to compromise, then don’t blame the Origin Returning Sect!” Ancient God Qian Yuan appeared slightly angry.

In truth, peaceful resolution was possible, but they stood to gain too much from Zhao Feng. The Spacetime Robe, the Staff of Death Curse, and also the Five Elements Intent palace; by killing Zhao Feng, one could obtain all these things.

“Heh, serves that brat right!” The Nether Ghost Race members wickedly chuckled.

The Yellow Dragon Pavilion forces were also very happy. With the Origin Returning Sect Master personally taking action, Zhao Feng was doomed. Perhaps Spirit Grass Gate would even be dragged down with him.