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Chapter 6012: The Powerful Eighth Zhao

Someone was flitting in his direction from afar—Old Song.

Old Song kept turning around as he moved, fearing that Eighth Zhao would chase after him. With his sharp senses, he should have been able to sense Eighth Zhao without turning around, but he was afraid and uneasy. He didn’t know what Eighth Zhao was capable of. 

It was his fear that drove him to act so irrationally. 

He felt bitter regret.

He was afraid that Chu Feng would see through the second clue on the sword mountain peak, so he forcefully took them away. In truth, he hadn’t been able to completely decipher the escape formation himself either. 

Due to that, he could only escape within the confines of this realm, which put him in a highly disadvantageous position. Ultimately, he was too confident in his strength and let his guard down, and that landed him in such a bad position. 

In contrast, Chu Feng understood that he was in a dangerous position and quickly took action to remedy the situation. 

The more he thought about it, the more regretful he felt. 

He had already been extremely careful, but who could have thought that he would make such a huge misstep here today?

“Who can he be, to be acquainted with the Heaven Sword Sacred Palace’s Palace Master? What damned luck that is! Only three people were brought to this place, but I still met with a nemesis.” Old Song was displeased.

He thought that he had gotten lucky when he met Chu Feng, but now he realized that it was the opposite. When he retracted his gaze and looked ahead, his face immediately turned pale.

Eighth Zhao was standing in front of him with a smile, waiting for him. 

Eighth Zhao was already in the range of his perception, but Old Song realized that he was unable to sense the other party, and he wouldn’t have known that the other party was there if not for seeing him in the flesh. 

Alarmed, Old Song quickly changed his direction.

As soon as he did so, Eighth Zhao appeared in the direction where he turned to, maintaining the same distance away. 

Old Song quickly turned around to see where Eighth Zhao previously was—Eighth Zhao was no longer there. 

This instantaneous movement made Old Song sweat profusely. It was clear that Eighth Zhao was far stronger than him. Escape was impossible here.

Thus, Old Song reached into his Cosmos Sack and took out a God Armament sword. His aura gushed forth like a furious hurricane, cracking even the ground that was made out of incredibly resilient stone. 

He gave off an air of indomitability.

However, Old Song didn’t make a move. He looked at Eighth Zhao from afar, suppressing his panic to reveal a disdainful smile, and said, “Even the Heaven Sword Sacred Palace couldn’t stop me. What makes you think you can do it? I’ll let you know that I’m not someone you can trample over. Even if I’m no match for you, I’ll make sure you suffer as much as possible.

“Think about it. There’s no grudge between the two of us. Are you sure you want to incur mutual destruction over your suspicions? Is that worth it?”

“Mutual destruction? You?” Eighth Zhao’s voice echoed right beside Old Song’s ear.

Unbeknownst to Old Song, Eighth Zhao was already standing next to him.

Old Song immediately turned around, swinging the God Armament in his grasp along with him. 

Eighth Zhao made no attempt to dodge. He raised his hand, which was larger than a bear’s palm, and grabbed Old Song’s God Armament.

Old Song’s face turned ghastly pale. His final hope had been quelled. 

That was a God Armament!

Yet, Eighth Zhao was unscathed despite catching it with his bare hand without even layering martial power over it. The God Armament even creaked as if it paled in resilience to his hand. 

Old Song released his God Armament, took a step back, and bowed. 

“Milord, I must have been out of my mind to harbor greedy thoughts toward you, but you know that the world of cultivation is a place where the strong prey on the weak. That has been the case since the Ancient Era. I would have never dared to do this if I knew you were this strong. It’s not that I don\'t respect you, but you have concealed yourself too well.”

Seeing that he was completely outmatched, Old Song gave up trying to fight back and instead tried to reason things out. 

“Song Xianji, what’s inside that lake?” Eighth Zhao asked. 

“Heavenly God level monstrous beasts. They are much more dangerous than that bat monstrous beasts, likely above rank one Heavenly God level. Their number doesn’t pale in comparison to the bat monstrous beast either,” Old Song said.

Eighth Zhao grabbed Old Song’s shoulder and flitted off.

They arrived above the lake in an instant. 

Without any hesitation, the two of them plunged into the depths of the lake.

“M-milord! There’s no need to risk this. There might be another way out!” 

Old Song panicked. He had sensed how terrifying the monstrous beasts inside the lake were even though he had only used talisman humans earlier. 

However, Eighth Zhao was undeterred. He moved so quickly that they reached the bottom of the lake within moments. There, they saw a spirit formation gate. 

Old Song’s eyes lit up. 

That was the spirit formation gate for them to advance deeper into God’s Era.

They didn’t bump into any monstrous beasts along the way, but that was probably because Eighth Zhao had moved so fast that those monstrous beasts only noticed their presence now, but it was already too late to stop them. 

But to Old Song’s astonishment, Eighth Zhao stopped upon seeing the spirit formation gate. 

“Milord, why are you stopping here?” Old Song panicked.

Eighth Zhao chuckled.

Whoosh!

The lake suddenly began bubbling furiously. A terrifying aura rose from beneath. 

Countless blood-red eyes appeared around them, and every single one of their auras overpowered Old Song. They had been encircled by the monstrous beasts in the lake.

Eighth Zhao emanated a brilliant radiance reminiscent of the sun and unleashed a blade of light.

All of the blood-red eyes vanished. The terrifying auras dissipated too. 

Eighth Zhao had slain all of the monstrous beasts.

Old Song noticed a mark on Eighth Zhao’s forehead, and it struck him. He finally knew who Eighth Zhao was. However, that only made his eyes widen in fright more than before, and he kneeled. 

“I was blind. I didn’t know you are…”

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Before Old Song could finish his words, Eighth Zhao squeezed Old Song’s neck with two of his fingers. “Don’t say my name. You aren’t worthy.”

With a kacha, Old Song’s neck was snapped, and fresh blood seeped out from his head. However, he wasn’t dead yet.

Eighth Zhao wasn’t planning to kill him yet.