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Unpanicked, Zhao Feng flew up to meet it, his Primal Chaos Tribulation Lightning Sword swelling in power and doubling in size.

Boom! Bang!

Zhao Feng swung his sword down, and after a few moments of stalemate, he succeeded in cutting through the wave of energy.

This time, Zhao Feng used his Lightning Law, increasing the power of his Tribulation Lightning energy to increase his sword’s damaging ability.

“Lightning Law!?” Beiming Hui was taken aback. He didn’t expect that Zhao Feng had comprehended not just a Spacetime Law but a Lightning Law as well.

At this moment:

Thwish!

A silver-gray streak appeared behind Beiming Hui and attacked him.

“Seeking death!” Beiming Hui’s eyes chilled.

The Heaven Mending Race was sensitive to all kinds of energy. Moreover, Beiming Hui himself was a Third Heaven God Lord. He immediately sensed the little thieving cat’s sneak attack.

Bzzzz!

Primal Chaos energy condensed behind Beiming Hui into a dark and sturdy wall.

The little thieving cat would normally find it very difficult to break through the defenses of a Third Heaven God Lord, but at this moment, the little thieving cat’s body became as pitch-black as a shadow, and then it split apart into several different streams that moved around that dark wall. These four dark streams were incredibly hard to sense and were also completely identical.

“A secret bloodline art of the Shadow Race!” Zhao Feng faintly smiled.

In the war between the Spiritual Race and Blazing Gold Race, Zhao Feng had battled with Ancient God Shadow Death of the Shadow Race. After that, he had battled with Shadowstream Peak, whose members used many powerful skills of the Shadow Race.

Kaploosh!

The four shadowy streams turned into four black little thieving cats. Each of them formed a pitch-black saber and slashed them at Beiming Hui’s body.

In close quarters, the terrifying attacks of the Shadow Race struck almost instantly.

Hiss... Beiming Hui hissed in pain as four wounds that were extremely difficult to heal appeared on his body.

Zhao Feng focused his left eye on Beiming Hui’s wound and murmured in surprise, “The bloodline power of the Destruction Dragon Race!”

This was the first time he had seen the little thieving cat use the bloodline power of a top ten ancient race. Perhaps this was due to the Black Destruction Dragon; after all, the two of them frequently spent their time together. Although this was not a complete copy of the Destruction Dragon Race’s power, it was already an incredible feat.

“This Heaven’s Legacy Cat, it actually...” Beiming Hui was stunned beyond compare.

Ordinary Heaven’s Legacy Cats only had the bloodline of the Heaven’s Legacy Race and were not powerful fighters. As for those Heaven’s Legacy Cats put through the Ancient Race Duplication Plan, they would either die in failure or obtain the Ancient Race bloodline. However, this cat used the abilities of several other ancient bloodlines. What was going on here?

Thwish!

Zhao Feng used this chance to charge up and slash with his Primal Chaos Tribulation Lightning Sword.

Boom! Bang! Crash!

The clash of Primal Chaos energy caused space itself to shake and groan.

The injuries inflicted by the little thieving cat had some effect on Beiming Hui’s condition. Moreover, the observation abilities of Zhao Feng’s God’s Spiritual Eye allowed him to see through Beiming Hui’s attacks and defenses and add to Beiming Hui’s wounds.

“Die!” Beiming Hui bellowed, a dark fragment suddenly appearing in his hand.

While Beiming Hui held this fragment, the power and quality of his Primal Chaos energy reached another level and began to exude an immense pressure.

“Ancestral Artifact fragment!” Zhao Feng was shocked.

And Beiming Hui was probably not holding any ordinary Ancestral Artifact fragment, but a fragment of the Ancestral Artifact owned by the Heaven Mending Race.

“Chaos Heaven-Shattering Slash!” Beiming Hui swung the Ancestral Artifact fragment, unleashing a terrifying shockwave of Primal Chaos energy.

This vast wave of Primal Chaos energy consumed all the energy in its path as it roared toward Zhao Feng. With the Ancestral Artifact fragment, Beiming Hui’s Primal Chaos attacks were probably a cut above Zhao Feng’s.

“Since that’s the case, I’ll have you experience the power of the Dream God Eye!” Zhao Feng was unafraid. In his left eye, Tribulation Lightning and Primal Chaos energy began to pulse and fuse.

“Primal Chaos Lightning Sword!” A dark sword crackling with lightning fired out of Zhao Feng’s left eye.

Thwish!

Although it seemed heavy, this lightning sword quickly pierced through the sky.

“Bringing together Primal Chaos energy and Tribulation Lightning power into an eye-bloodline technique?” Beiming Hui was startled. He was using the Ancestral Artifact fragment to strengthen his Primal Chaos energy. Meanwhile,

Zhao Feng was using the Ninth God Eye to increase the power of his Primal Chaos energy.

Boom! Bang!

The dark lightning instantly pierced through the chaotic wave of energy, and Divine Power spread outward and devastated the surrounding area.

But Zhao Feng’s left eye could see through all and noticed what was happening at the point of impact. That sword of dark lightning had punched a gap through the wave of energy. The Primal Chaos Lightning Sword was soon flying out of the shockwave.

“The Primal Chaos Lightning Sword is more focused!” Zhao Feng faintly smiled.

In terms of damaging ability, this Primal Chaos ability might not have been comparable to Beiming Hui’s attack, but the Primal Chaos Lightning Sword’s power was focused on a single point, giving it more piercing ability.

“No...!” Beiming Hui called out in alarm. The powerful attack he had created with the Ancestral Artifact fragment was still broken by Zhao Feng.

Thwish!

In a burst of lightning, a bloody hole was punched through Beiming Hui’s chest. The eye-bloodline technique version of the Primal Chaos Lightning Sword was also extremely damaging to the soul. Beiming Hui instantly felt his soul go numb.

Meanwhile, Zhao Feng continued to attack Beiming Hui with his swords.

Boom! Bang! Crash!

Beiming Hui waved his hand, summoning a vast wave of Primal Chaos energy to block Zhao Feng’s attack. “Dreamification!” Zhao Feng used his Dream Origin eye-bloodline technique.

Origin energy surged out of his left eye, unleashing vast clouds of dreamy mist. In a flash, everything around Zhao Feng was covered in dreamy hues.

“Die!” Zhao Feng attacked Beiming Hui once more.

This time, Beiming Hui’s defenses, weakened by Dreamification, were easily shattered.

Kacrack!

A bolt of Primal Chaos Tribulation Lightning energy slammed into Beiming Hui’s chest. He flew backward, vomiting blood.

“The power of the Ninth God Eye!” Beiming Hui sensed that the dazzling hues that painted the world were constantly draining away at his strength and filling his mind with inexplicable unease.

Thwish!

Beiming Hui suddenly retreated. He had seen Zhao Feng use Dreamification several times and had some understanding of it. With his heavy injuries, if he continued to battle with Zhao Feng while affected by Dreamification, he would be in grave peril. Thus, Beiming Hui chose to temporarily retreat and draw out the battle. He was confident that Zhao Feng could not maintain Dreamification forever!

But to Beiming Hui’s surprise, Zhao Feng did not pursue.

Thwish!

Zhao Feng turned around himself and shot toward God Lord Tyrant Dragon, God Lord Heavenly Solitude, and the pitch-black woman.

Their current objective was to escape, not fight to the death. Since Beiming Hui had chosen to retreat, Zhao Feng naturally wouldn’t doggedly pursue. Moreover, Beiming Hui was a Third Heaven God Lord and the Heaven Mending Race bloodline specialized in defense. Killing him would be as difficult or more than killing Yu Liuping.

Boom! Bang! Crash!

Zhao Feng’s three clones and Xin Wuheng were embroiled in fierce combat with the three Palace Kings. Although the situation was a stalemate, this was rather decent in Zhao Feng’s view. After all, his three clones were at the Second Heaven or below.

“I’ll kill you first!” Zhao Feng focused his eyes on God Lord Heavenly Solitude.

God Lord Heavenly Solitude was the one of this trio that Zhao Feng was the most familiar with, and he was also the weakest.

Thwish!

Zhao Feng shot toward God Lord Heavenly Solitude in a silver streak of light.

“What?” God Lord Heavenly Solitude was stunned. Zhao Feng had actually managed to defeat Divine Emissary Beiming Hui? But the sensation of imminent death sweeping through his mind did not give God Lord Heavenly Solitude much more time to be shocked.

“Death Vortex!” God Lord Heavenly Solitude activated his Eye of Death, unleashing a pitch-black vortex that was brimming with Death Law energy, causing everything to trend toward death and decay.

But in the face of absolute power, even death had to yield.

Boom! Bang!

A wave of Primal Chaos Tribulation Lightning energy blasted apart the Death Vortex and continued onward.

God Lord Heavenly Solitude’s entire body trembled in fear at this sight, and he began to flee. However, this wave of energy moved far too quickly for God Lord Heavenly Solitude to dodge.

Boom! Plush!

The Primal Chaos Tribulation Lightning wave struck, cutting off God Lord Heavenly Solitude’s right arm. The intense pain caused him to shriek and scream.

“With this attack, I’ll take your dog life!” Before God Lord Heavenly Solitude could recover, Zhao Feng arrived, his voice brimming with killing intent.

A wave of Primal Chaos Tribulation Lightning more powerful than the last howled over.

Boom! Bang!

God Lord Heavenly Solitude’s body exploded, utterly pulverized by the boundless Primal Chaos and Tribulation Lightning energies.

The entire process had taken less than two seconds.

“Zhao Feng, stop!” Beiming Hui furiously roared as he charged over.

“Primal Chaos Lightning Sword!” Zhao Feng turned his left eye and fired off a sword of lightning.

Beiming Hui shivered and dodged to the side.

Kaploosh!

But the Primal Chaos Lightning Sword was simply too fast and still managed to pierce through his right shoulder.

The Primal Chaos Lightning Sword was both fast and powerful. Beiming Hui’s injuries were once more worsened, and dread took hold of his heart.

“It’s your turn to die!” Zhao Feng’s eyes settled on the nearby God Lord Tyrant Dragon.

“No...! Save me, Divine Emissary!” He had just watched Zhao Feng kill God Lord Heavenly Solitude, and now that Zhao Feng had turned his attention on him, God Lord Tyrant Dragon’s courage failed and he immediately asked Beiming Hui for help.

Beiming Hui’s face twisted in hesitation and pain.

“Zhao Feng, you dare...!?” Beiming Hui angrily spat as he activated his Ancestral Artifact fragment and prepared to attack Zhao Feng.

He did not dare to get too close to Zhao Feng, but he could still interrupt Zhao Feng with long-range attacks.

“Primal Chaos Lightning Vortex!” Zhao Feng circulated his Primal Chaos energy and Tribulation Lightning energy into the pitch-black Primal Chaos Lightning Vortex.

Boom! Bang! Crash!

Beiming Hui’s powerful attack crashed down, but by focusing his full power on defense, Zhao Feng was able to block it.

God Lord Tyrant Dragon sighed in relief, but at this moment, a bolt of lightning shot out of the lightning vortex.

“That’s...?” God Lord Tyrant Dragon focused on that bolt of lightning and realized that it was a sword made of twisted energy that crackled with lightning. Wasn’t this the Primal Chaos Lightning Sword that had pierced through Beiming Hui’s shoulder?

Kaploosh!

By the time God Lord Tyrant Dragon realized this, the Primal Chaos Lightning Sword had already pierced through his head.

Bang!

God Lord Tyrant Dragon’s body exploded, black flames crazily blazing. One could sense that God Lord Tyrant Dragon was on his last breath. If not for the fact that he was a member of the 9th ranked Destruction Dragon Race, possessing the Destruction Dragon Body, God Lord Tyrant Dragon would have been instantly killed.

Thwish!

But Xin Wuheng used this chance to charge up, his massive palm of Five Elements energy utterly extinguishing the black flames.

At this time, two of the three Palace Kings had been killed. Only the pitch-black woman was left, and she was frightened out of her wits and confused as to what to do