Pursued by the Top Grade Saintess after Engagement Annulled Chapter 627 - 623: First Time Killing a Divine King

Zhang Luo’s expression was ferocious as he attacked Xia Feng, his long sword sweeping past, with each streak of Sword Qi constantly appearing around Xia Feng.

Xia Feng remained unfazed, the Infinite Divine Armor on his body rising once again, directly blocking these scattered Sword Qi.

Zhang Luo’s eyes widened in disbelief as he questioned, "Weren’t you lacking in Divine Power and seriously injured? How could you possibly withstand these Sword Qi?"

Xia Feng snorted lightly, his gaze towards Zhang Luo growing increasingly impatient. The Heaven-Burying Sword in his hand emitted a crisp sword chi, causing the long swords in the hands of the Yu Race prodigies to tremble slightly, as if fearing the long sword in Xia Feng’s hand.

Zhang Luo’s face darkened, his expression towards Xia Feng filled with even more resentnt. He knew the Heaven-Burying Sword in Xia Feng’s hand was an Ancient Divine Artifact, inherently restraining ordinary types of weapons.

But to this extent of restraint, it was evident that Xia Feng’s Sword Dao Cultivation had reached a certain level of strength.

Zhang Luo was unwilling to admit it, but looking at the dense Sword Qi on Xia Feng’s Heaven-Burying Sword, it didn’t matter even if he refused to acknowledge it; he realized today he might just die under this Heaven-Burying Sword.

Thinking of this, he looked at Qin Qiong with urgency in his eyes, "Lord Qin, at this point, do you still not plan to act?"

Qin Qiong paused his body, not responding to Zhang Luo’s words.

He was presently filled with bewildernt as he scrutinized Xia Feng, his mind teeming with astonishnt and indecision.

No one understood better than him the force of that light pillar previously. Even if the Celestial Pill Secret Realm couldn’t allow the use of the Divine King’s full power, the re two-tenth force was a move Qin Qiong had selected after careful consideration.

That strike landed on Xia Feng, leading Qin Qiong to originally assu Xia Feng would perish instantly, not expecting the kid to have plenty of treasures on him to block that attack, rely suffering so injuries.

Now, after just a brief chat with Zhang Luo, Xia Feng’s injuries seed to have disappeared, looking as if he had fully recovered.

This inevitably filled Qin Qiong with doubts, unsure if his original plan could continue effectively.

Xia Feng couldn’t care less about what was running through these people’s minds. He was already quite impatient, and with a wave of his Heaven-Burying Sword, the Yu Race prodigies nearby were directly turned to dust by the residual Sweep of Sword Qi.

Zhang Luo’s heart ached almost to the point of bleeding, his face becoming increasingly gloomy. His expression towards Xia Feng was open and naked, filled with killing intent, but unfortunately, to Xia Feng, it seed like nothing but impotent fury, rely an expression of anger without posing any real threat.

anwhile, on the other side, Qin Qiong secretly seized the opportunity when Xia Feng wasn’t paying attention to release another light beam.

However, this ti luck was not on his side; before it could approach Xia Feng, it was blocked by the Infinite Divine Armor. The remaining bit of power was even countered back by the God-Burying Bell on Xia Feng’s left wrist, causing Qin Qiong to suffer a hidden loss.

Qin Qiong harbored a deep-seated bitterness, not knowing how that brat had such inexplicable luck, not just gaining favor from many Divine Maidens, but also acquiring so many opportunities and Ancient Divine Artifacts.

Watching Xia Feng use one Ancient Divine Artifact after another to deal with them, Qin Qiong couldn’t help but wish that the next mont, Xia Feng would be drained of Divine Power by the Ancient Divine Artifacts and turn into a skeleton.

But just as this thought ford, the sound of the God-Burying Bell echoed again, making Qin Qiong’s vision blur montarily.

Beside him, except for Zhang Luo, all the other Yu Race prodigies had been dealt with by Xia Feng. Only Zhang Luo was left standing, barely holding on with a Defensive Divine Artifact protecting his head.

Xia Feng pondered for a mont, causing the God-Burying Bell to expand considerably, levitating in front of him. Then, a colorful strand of Divine Power struck directly on the God-Burying Bell, issuing a dull yet lodious sound.

Zhang Luo spewed out a mouthful of fresh blood again, his breath weakening to the point where it seed as if he would expire at any mont, yet he was still unwilling to accept death without dragging Xia Feng down with him.

Likewise, Qin Qiong felt his blood boiling, swallowing down the tallic taste that had risen to his throat, while the Jade Flute in his hand kept sounding, seemingly trying to neutralize Xia Feng’s God-Burying Bell attack.

However, if Xia Feng were that easy to be fended off, wouldn’t all these chances and Divine Artifacts be wasted on him?

The Nine Sounds of God Burial sounded consecutively, and the faces of the two barely holding on grew increasingly unsightly.

By the ti the final sound echoed, Qin Qiong was still hanging on to the last breath by relying on his Divine King Cultivation, while Zhang Luo, whose body had already gone soft, had ceased breathing long ago.

Qin Qiong still attempted a final struggle, "You, you can’t kill , I am a Divine King. If you kill ..."

Qin Qiong hesitated, suddenly at a loss for how to threaten Xia Feng.

In the entire Qin Race, his cultivation was already top-notch. Now that he had fallen into Xia Feng’s hands, ntioning the Qin Race again might bring about its extermination.

But if he were simply dealt with by Xia Feng like this, his heart was filled with unwillingness, his body slightly trembling as if trying to speak, but ultimately nothing ca forth, and he was directly beheaded by Xia Feng’s Heaven-Burying Sword.

Only after ensuring this Divine King was completely dead did Xia Feng finally release a sigh of relief, collapsing to the ground and clumsily putting away the God-Burying Bell propped in front of him.

Indeed, dealing the Nine Sounds of God Burial requires more Divine Power the more and stronger the opponents are, and although the final sound is bound to take the enemy’s life, Xia Feng had to consider if he could endure such consumption.

After all, Qin Qiong was still a Divine King, and the Nine Sounds of God Burial in Xia Feng’s hands had drained all his Divine Power, leaving just a breath in Qin Qiong.

If he hadn’t been preoccupied with pleading for rcy, giving Xia Feng a chance to decapitate him with the Heaven-Burying Sword, it would remain uncertain which side would win.

Xia Feng panted for quite a while, only standing up by leaning on the Heaven-Burying Sword after so strength returned to him, looking complexly at this first Divine King he had killed.

"Ha, can’t kill you? Threaten ?"

"The last Zhang Baiyu who threatened didn’t even leave a corpse behind. A dignified Divine King can’t even discern such matters, deserving to et your end here today."

He exhaled a long breath, not bothering to erase the surrounding traces, focusing solely on flying outward, finding a safe place before entering the Dream Realm Pearl to completely digest the rewards from this period.

anwhile, inside the Dream Realm Pearl, the won had already waited anxiously for so ti. If they weren’t unable to leave the Dream Realm Pearl on their own, they probably would have rushed out to help Xia Feng settle these troubles.

Seeing Xia Feng enter at this mont, they all surrounded him, voicing their concerns for his well-being, afraid that Xia Feng might have sustained severe injuries.