King of Gods

Hua Tianfeng was proud and conceited and still wanted to do Zhao Feng harm, and Zhao Feng was not someone who would take things lying down. He used this chance to mess around with Hua Tianfeng.

The lion vulture’s loss of balance affected its speed, and at this moment, a white bolt of lightning came down and struck the vulture’s other wing.

Hua Tianfeng was brimming with rage, but all he could do was try his best to stabilize the situation.

Zhao Feng cast him aside and flew into the distance. He overcame one genius after another, and he soon spotted the Tenth Prince and Young Master Wei.

The Tenth Prince was standing on a golden dragon phantom that exuded a frightening pressure as it charged forward. Young Master Wei was rapidly proceeding atop a mechanical flying boat.

Both of them noticed Zhao Feng coming up behind them at the same time and scowled.

“It’s him again!” they simultaneously shouted.

Young Master Wei enviously stared at Zhao Feng’s flying automaton. Its craftsmanship far surpassed that of his flying boat.

“Don’t even think about overcoming me!” Young Master Wei poured his energy into controlling his flying boat.

He didn’t know how Zhao Feng had managed to break through the illusion and get first so quickly, but this time, they were both using flying tools. Although his tool was of lower quality, his cultivation far surpassed Zhao Feng’s, so he couldn’t possibly lose to Zhao Feng, at least in this fair contest of power.

Swoosh…

Three streaks of light flew forward, dodging all the dangers before them.

None of them gave a single inch!

Thwish!

At a certain point, the Tenth Prince managed to reach the end first, with Zhao Feng and Young Master Wei coming behind and arriving at the same time.

After putting away his flying automaton, Zhao Feng sat down and ignored the pair.

Zhao Feng failed to get first in the second trial, but he actually didn’t try that hard. The second trial wasn’t important though. The third was the crucial one.

Two days passed, with only ten people reaching the finish line.

The tenth was Hua Tianfeng, his face rather pale, and he arrived in rather ragged condition. It was clear that he had encountered quite a few incidents along the way.

Hua Tianfeng angrily stared at Zhao Feng as if he wanted to give him death by a thousand cuts.

“Let the final trial begin!” the ethereal voice announced.

Five massive fighting platforms rose from the earth in front of the ten prodigies.

“As I expected, the last trial is a battle. The last one left will be number one!” Young Master Wei confidently smiled and then he sneered at Zhao Feng.

“Everyone, please choose a platform and duel each other!” the ethereal voice spoke once more, giving the rules with this simple sentence.

They were free to choose a fighting platform, and there were only five, so those who stepped onto the same platform would have to fight each other.

“Okay!” The Tenth Prince’s eyes flashed, and he shot toward the first platform in the form of a golden dragon.

The other nine chose to fly toward the other four platforms.

Young Master Wei took the third platform, Hua Tianfeng the fourth, and Zhao Feng the fifth.

The slowest person could only helplessly step onto the platform occupied by the Tenth Prince. As soon as he stepped in, he conceded.

The battles had already begun on the other platforms.

Zhao Feng’s opponent was a sword cultivator of the initial-level Divine Transformation Realm, his eyes brimming with cold light.

“To think that someone of your strength could reach the third trial, but no matter how you got here, this is the end of the line for you!” the sword cultivator shouted and flew forward like a cold sword.

Zhao Feng stood where he was and took out four banners from his interspatial dimension that he placed around himself.

Bzzzz!

The array banners activated, creating blue beams of light. These blue beams of light soon came together into a blue barrier that covered Zhao Feng.

The sword cultivator’s sword wasn’t even able to shake Zhao Feng’s defensive barrier.

“I’ll cleave it open!” The sword cultivator’s eyes chilled as he swung his sword again and again.

Although the blue barrier flashed and blinked, it showed no signs of shattering.

At this moment, Zhao Feng waved a hand. Two middle-level Divine Transformation Realm automatons charged out of the array and attacked the sword cultivator.

“You, you… you cowardly turtle! You hide while letting all these automatons do the work!” The sword cultivator cursed.