King of Gods-Novel2

Chapter 1354: Ancient Soul Race

Translator: Exodus Tales Editor: Exodus Tales

Chapter 1354 – Ancient Soul Race action

A small flying ship with an ancient and simple appearance flew at an extremely fast speed through the world. This was the flying tool used by the pair from Giant God Hall. It could travel at the speed of a peak Rank Seven and was extremely tough and tenacious, making it extremely expensive.

Giant God Hall resided in the Chixing Zone, which was separated from the Antian Zone by the Yangling Zone. For such a long distance, it was naturally best to use a flying tool.

On the journey, Zhao Feng learned that the muscular man was called Ancient God Sundermount while the buxom woman was called Ancient God Stillmoon. Both of them were members of Giant God Hall and had the bloodline of the Giant God Race.

The race ranked 15th among the Ten Thousand Ancient Races! Zhao Feng was mentally quite shocked.

It was rumored that, when the Giant God Race’s bloodline was activated, their bodies would become utterly gigantic, capable of toppling mountains and reversing seas with just a single strike.

He was beginning to think that he had underestimated these people. The race ranked 15th could not be as simple as it seemed on the surface.

“In truth, the situation is not as Young Master Zhao imagines. Although the Giant God Race is strong, the bloodline is rather unique....” Ancient God Stillmoon, who was the more enthusiastic of the pair, began to explain.

Every bloodline of the Ten Thousand Ancient Races had its own unique traits. The Giant God Race bloodline was extremely powerful, but it had flaws that the other bloodlines did not. In this case, it was that the chance of inheriting the bloodline was rather low, and the bloodline was very thin and difficult to improve.

For example, although Ancient God Stillmoon and Ancient God Sundermount were both members of the Giant God Race, their bloodlines were very thin, making them unworthy of being called true members of the Giant God Race.

For this reason, although the Giant God Race was ranked 15th, in terms of strength, they were equivalent to the ranked 26th Ancient Soul Race.

“But Lord Wuheng has one of the thickest bloodlines in all of the Giant God Race. If he was given the time...” Ancient God Stillmoon’s face shone with reverence.

Zhao Feng nodded. He did not have a very deep understanding of every race in the Ten Thousand Ancient Races. From Ancient God Stillmoon’s words, he understood that, though the Giant God Race bloodline was powerful, there weren’t many people with it, and even fewer with a thick bloodline.

It seems like Xin Wuheng’s background isn’t ordinary. Zhao Feng fell into a pensive mood.

He was sure that, when he first met Xin Wuheng, he didn’t possess any sort of bloodline. But when he remembered the God corpse of the Giant God Race in the Continent Zone, he quickly thought of something.

Perhaps that God corpse belonged to a previous incarnation of Xin Wuheng. After reincarnating, Xin Wuheng went to the Giant God Race corpse and obtained the memories from his past life along with the bloodline. That Giant God Race God corpse undoubtedly contained major power. Only this could explain why Xin Wuheng had the bloodline of the Giant God Race and was even directly made the Hall Master of Giant God Hall.

But this only created more questions. For example, if Xin Wuheng’s past incarnation was so powerful, why did he fall and die in the Continent Zone? In addition, why did Ancient Soul Hall want the Ancient God Seal? And why did Xin Wuheng’s Giant God Hall also want the Ancient God Seal?

The answers to these questions were probably secrets of Giant God Hall, so Zhao Feng did not pry.

“What is going on with your injuries?” Zhao Feng looked at Ancient God Sundermount. Zhao Feng had earlier noticed that his soul was wounded.

“When we came to find you, the Ancient Soul Race...” Ancient God Sundermount began to explain, an unsightly expression on his face.

At this moment, the small flying boat they were on suddenly began to shudder.

“It must be Ancient God Nethertooth’s group!” Ancient God Sundermount suddenly grimaced while Ancient God Stillmoon became grave.

Bzzzz!

Zhao Feng activated the see-through ability of his left eye. He saw that three people had surrounded the flying boat and were attacking it, faint and confident smiles on their faces.

All three of them were Rank Eight Ancient Gods, and they were led by an old man with white hair. This was the Ancient God Nethertooth that Ancient God Sundermount had mentioned, a peak Rank Eight. He was accompanied by a man and a woman. These three all shared the same trait: a gloomy and translucent body.

“Those of Giant God Hall, obediently come out and accept your deaths!” the short-haired middle-aged man said with a wicked laugh.

“The Ancient Soul Race!” Zhao Feng determined from the external appearances of these people the race they belonged to. Combined with the information he had already learned, Zhao Feng quickly determined that these people were from Ancient Soul Hall.

“How did they know where we were? We’re finished!” Ancient God Stillmoon became worried.

“I’m heavily injured, and they have a peak Rank Eight. We’re no match for them!” Ancient God Sundermount angrily said.

“We have Young Master Zhao with us. The three of us together should be able to put up a fight!” Ancient God Stillmoon looked toward Zhao Feng. Based on their first meeting, she sensed that Zhao Feng was no weakling.

“Although Brother Zhao only recently broke into Rank Eight, he possesses unusual strength. However, Brother Zhao, you are not skilled in the Soul Dao, while the Ancient Soul Race is an ancient race specialized in the Soul Dao.” Ancient God Sundermount looked at Zhao Feng and slightly shook his head.

Although Zhao Feng’s eye was mysterious, since it was not one of the Eight Great God Eyes, it would not be useful here. The Ancient Soul Race was a race that specially cultivated the Soul Dao. There was no way that Zhao Feng could be a match for them, and he might even end up being controlled by them.

“Hiding in here is not a solution,” Zhao Feng flatly replied.

The flying ship had impressive defensive capabilities, but it could not stop the attacks of three Rank Eight Ancient Gods.

Swish!

The three put away the flying ship, immediately revealing themselves.

“Eh? Another person! You must be Zhao Feng, the person with the Ancient God Seal!” The middle-aged man stared in delight at Zhao Feng.

“I didn’t think that letting you live would let us hook the big fish!” The bewitching woman next to him gave a charming smile.

“What? You let us go?” Ancient God Stillmoon’s eyes went slack.

“How else would the two of you have escaped from us?” Ancient God Nethertooth jeered.

When Ancient God Stillmoon and Ancient God Sundermount learned of this, their eyes dimmed.

“You probably know Ancient God Black Heaven,” Zhao Feng suddenly said.

“Hmph, that old fellow, he requested permission to capture you but came back empty-handed. How shameless!” the short-haired man coldly said.

“Since that’s the case, I don’t need to show mercy!” Zhao Feng coldly said, icy killing intent rising from his body.

Back then, Ancient God Black Heaven joined with Ancient God Night Dragon to pursue Zhao Feng, forcing him into desperate straits. Later, Zhao Feng killed Ancient God Night Dragon but let Ancient God Black Heaven escape.

But since Ancient God Black Heaven’s faction was still sending people to find him, he naturally would no longer be as polite.

“Zhao Feng!” Ancient God Stillmoon stared in shock at Zhao Feng. Did Zhao Feng not understand the situation? They were clearly the weaker party.

“Haha, it’s best if you don’t go easy, or else you won’t be able to die without regrets!” The middle-aged man brashly laughed.

“Enough chatter! Kill them all!” Ancient God Nethertooth impatiently ordered.

“Fight to the death!” Ancient God Stillmoon clenched her silver teeth and unleashed the powerful pressure of her ancient bloodline.

Whoosh!

The short-haired middle-aged man shot toward Zhao Feng’s side as a black silhouette.

“Heh, brat, you’d better not go easy on me!” The man gave a sinister chuckle.

He could see that Zhao Feng had only recently broken into Rank Eight, and his bloodline was extremely weak. He had nothing to worry about.

“Chaos Origin Divine Fist!” Zhao Feng circulated his Chaos Origin Divine Power and made a probing attack.

He had never interacted with the Ancient Soul Race before, but he knew that any highly-ranked race could not be underestimated.

“Such formidable Divine Power!” The middle-aged man appeared surprised, but then he smiled. “But it’s too slow!”

Whoosh!

He turned into a dark wave of energy and avoided Zhao Feng’s fist.

“My turn now!” The middle-aged man reappeared and fired off a palm of black energy.

This energy palm exuded powerful Soul energy, and in the center of the palm was a lifelike shadowy snake that slowly writhed and hissed.

Soul attack! Zhao Feng’s left eye focused as it analyzed this attack.

This palm was a soul attack that was both swift and powerful.

Swish!

Zhao Feng’s body flashed as he dodged the attack.

“Spatial Blink... but what use is it?” The middle-aged man was slightly alarmed, but he then wickedly smiled.

The black palm of energy that had missed suddenly turned and once more began to fly toward Zhao Feng.

There really is something strange about it! Zhao Feng’s expression darkened.

Zhao Feng was unable to analyze the shadow snake in the center of the palm, so he suspected that there was something fishy about it.

Swish!

Zhao Feng repeatedly blinked around to dodge the palm.

The black energy palm seemed to have a life of its own as it doggedly pursued him. Crucially, Zhao Feng realized that the middle-aged man was not really controlling this attack.

“Zhao Feng, this is a special technique of the Ancient Soul Race. That shadow snake is a Soul Beast that they can cultivate, equivalent to a pet tamed by a beast tamer.” At this moment, Ancient God Stillmoon, who was battling with Ancient God Nethertooth, warned.

“Is that so?” Zhao Feng was shocked.

It was no wonder that this black energy palm seemed to have a life of its own and its power did not weaken. It was actually a unique cultivation technique that could cultivate a Soul Beast. To the Ancient Soul Race, Soul Beasts were like pets, but they were even easier to control and could be fused into soul attacks.

Meow!

At this moment, the little thieving cat emerged from the interspatial dimension.

“Let’s see which pet is stronger!” Zhao Feng suddenly laughed.

Since the little thieving cat had come out on its own, presumably to play around, it probably had a means of dealing with the techniques of the Ancient Soul Race.

“Hmph! How could some wild cat compare to my Soul Beast?” The middle-aged man snorted, rather angry.

He made a spell with his hands, and his entire body began to pulse with dark energy. At the same time, the small snake in the center of the black palm began to get larger. It flew out from the palm and then devoured it.

Hissss!

The shadowy snake was now the size of a small house. Dreadful and savage, it lunged at Zhao Feng as if it wanted to devour his soul.

Meow!

The little thieving cat immediately extended two paws. Silver runes flashed, and then a silver cat lunged out. This silver cat gradually grew larger until it was even larger than the shadowy snake.

Swoosh!

The silver cat rushed at the snake, leaving deep scratches on its body as it began to rip and tear at it.

“That’s... how do you know the secret blood art of the Ancient Soul Race, Soul Devouring Strike!?” the middle-aged man shouted out in alarm.

The attack the little thieving cat used just now was an extremely high-level secret art of the Ancient Soul Race. When used, it could temporarily condense a Soul Beast that would madly devour an opposing Soul Beast.

“No, my Shadow Snake!” When the middle-aged man finally reacted, his Soul Beast was already on the verge of perishing.

“You will die before it!” An icy voice suddenly resounded by the middle-aged man’s side.

“Oh no!” The man immediately paled.

“Tribulation Lightning Eye Flame!”

The moment Zhao Feng finished speaking. Tribulation Lightning Flame ignited the man’s soul.

Boom! Hisss!

Crackling electricity emitting astonishing Destructive power wreaked havoc through his body.

“What’s going on?” Ancient God Nethertooth noticed something strange going on and immediately reached out with his Divine Sense, upon which he paled.

“Zhao Feng has the upper hand!” Ancient God Sundermount blurted out in shock when he saw how Zhao Feng was faring.

The battle had barely begun, but the Ancient Soul Race expert had already been defeated by Zhao Feng!