For a long ti, Ling Feng took a deep breath, raised his head slightly, and had already made a choice in his heart.
If only one could remain between the two, he would not abandon the Blood of the Emperor.
His eyes regained clarity, Ling Feng took another deep breath, and returned to calm.
"Oh? You’ve already made up your mind so quickly? I thought you would hesitate for a long ti."
The Great Wilderness Sword Saint chuckled lightly, gazing at Ling Feng, and asked, "Have you chosen?"
"I’ve chosen." Ling Feng nodded: "If the Ancestor Dragon Bloodline would cause to lose my own bloodline, I choose not to accept your legacy."
Blood of the Emperor!
This was the barrier that accompanied him all the way; from nothing to sothing, reaching his current stage, all relying on the strength of the Blood of the Emperor.
He absolutely could not give it up.
In a certain sense, the bloodline of the Heavenly Dao Clan is even superior to the Ancestor Dragon Bloodline.
Otherwise, why would the Heavenly Dao Clan be feared by those so-called Immortal Gods, and why could they once dominate the Immortal Domain?
The feats achieved by the Ten Great Ancestor Dragons combined are rely what one Heavenly Dao Clan once accomplished!
"Hehehe, young one, you truly surprise , being able to resist the temptation of the Ancestor Dragon Bloodline, it seems, you have great recognition of your own bloodline."
The Great Wilderness Sword Saint laughed, "But it’s fortunate, it’s fortunate you’ve cultivated the ’Eight Desolate Body Forging Technique’. To make the two bloodlines coexist is not entirely impossible!"
"Damn!"
Ling Feng couldn’t help but curse inwardly. The struggle and hesitation he went through to make this choice, only for this old fellow to say that the two strengths could coexist!
Is this just playing with !
"Hehehe, young one, are you cursing at ?" The Great Wilderness Sword Saint slyly looked at Ling Feng, the corner of his mouth curled in mockery.
"I wouldn’t dare..." Ling Feng laughed awkwardly; anyone in his place might not be able to resist cursing.
"Haha, I was rely testing whether your heart in Martial Arts is resolute enough. It seems you are indeed suitable to receive my legacy, but whether you can truly obtain it still depends on your own skills."
Ling Feng took a deep breath, his expression becoming serious, "Please reveal your intentions, senior."
"Draw your sword and fight !"
The Great Wilderness Sword Saint’s gaze locked onto Ling Feng, a trace of battle intent flashed in his eyes.
"Uh..."
Ling Feng montarily doubted whether he had misheard.
This guy, does he really want to find an heir?
Or is he simply bored, playing tricks on people!
"What, are you afraid?" The Great Wilderness Sword Saint teased, "Rest assured, it’s just a contest of swordsmanship, I won’t bully the young."
"Senior, this junior truly doesn’t know what fear is!"
Upon hearing the Great Wilderness Sword Saint say it was only a contest of swordsmanship, Ling Feng felt slightly assured.
Even if the Great Wilderness Sword Saint was exceedingly strong in life, now only a residual soul remains, and after tens of thousands of years, his strength has been drastically weakened.
If even in this state, he cannot surpass the Great Wilderness Sword Saint in swordsmanship, then how could he possibly confront the Sky Patrol Clan, and avenge the Heavenly Dao Clan!
Moreover, he possesses the Emperor’s Eye, a power akin to a cheat code.
In purely swordsmanship duels, even if the true Great Wilderness Sword Saint from tens of thousands of years ago ca, it would at most be an equal fight!
"Co, then!"
In Ling Feng’s chest, suddenly surged a brave spirit.
To battle the Ancient Sword Saint, how many people yearn for such an opportunity all their lives!
"Good! Young one, I indeed have not misjudged you! You are interesting indeed!"
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