Fighting the Guardian God?!

As Groot and the little golden roc continued to play, a figure suddenly appeared in the distant sky. He looked majestic, and his aura could completely crush the Treant Clan.

He rode on a golden-maned horse with the Horn of Olar on his back and golden teeth on his mouth. His eyes were sharp and far-reaching. Multicolored light surrounded his body and golden light surged.

He was the guardian of the gods, Heimdall.

At this time, Heimdall was slowly flying over, accompanied by a supreme divine light.

He gazed into the distance, his eyes filled with doubt and confusion.

According to the hint from the God Realm, it should be nearby.

There should be someone here related to the transmission of holy flames.

Where's the Groot Treant from the Spirit Realm?

Just as Heimdall flew above the river, there was a loud bang!!!

The sound was so loud that even the deaf could hear it. Accompanied by the endless clouds, the 10,000 feet tall Groot suddenly appeared on the surface of the ground.

There seemed to be a powerful life force flowing in his emerald eyes.

He had a strong tree trunk and dense leaves. Every inch on his body seemed like it was created by the hands of heaven and fell into place naturally.

He emitted extremely terrifying waves.

This was the Groot Treant.

Heimdall was stunned. His pupils glowed with excitement and a little surprise.

A few years ago, Groot was still an unknown kid. Now, he had awakened his bloodline power and became the guardian god of this race.

Finally, he found him. Heimdall stood above the river, coughed, and tried to speak.

"Roar!"

Heimdall was directly interrupted by Groot's shout. He threw out a tree trunk that was more than a hundred meters long and directly grabbed towards Heimdall. He had a ferocious look on his face.

Heimdall turned slightly and dodged Groot's attack.

"Hey!!!!"

"Who are you? Why are you able to come to my clan's sacred ground?"

"This is the territory of my Groot tribe, it's not something a brat like you can casually enter."

"If you want to pass here, you just have to leave behind the money for passage."

With that, the little golden roc also looked fiercely at Heimdall.

Heimdall looked confused.

"??????"

So they were treating him as an enemy who had invaded their territory.

Groot took his time stretching out his branches while gently combing his leaves.

He did not panic at all. It was obvious that he was a veteran. On the other side, the Guardian God Heimdall was helpless.

Robbery??

Heimdall's expression was stiff. He looked down at the river below, then turned back to the woods.

Hmm… he was speechless.

On the other side, seeing that this little brat didn't know how to appreciate favors, Groot's face immediately became angry.

"Brat, why are you still standing there? Didn't you hear me?"

As he spoke, he looked at Heimdall with hostility.

"Hurry up and hand over all your valuables. Don't fail to appreciate my kindness. I'm giving you a chance now. Otherwise, it'll be too late to leave later."

As Groot spoke, his saliva flew everywhere.

Then, he suddenly had some doubts, because no matter how much he insulted this little brat, this person remained unmoved. Could it be that he had a great background?

So Groot began to size him up.

The young man in front of him was radiant and exuded the aura of a superior. There wasn't a hint of panic in his eyes. He probably didn't care about him.

"Look at how poor you are. Don't tell me you don't have any treasures on you."

Upon hearing this, the Guardian God Heimdall almost vomited blood.

Poor??

Ah, after living for so long, no one had ever dared to speak to him like this.

Whether it was the ancient magic world or the current God Realm, he was one of the strongest people in the magic world. Now, he was the guardian of the gods. No matter who saw him, they would treat him with respect.

Now, he was actually robbed by a tiny Treant??

Heimdall's fingers trembled, and he almost couldn't resist casting a magic attack to maintain his image.

He recalled that this was one of the main members the God Realm had requested for the holy flame to be transmitted to. In the end, he endured it and asked slowly.

"You are the Groot race's…"

Rumble…

Before he could finish his sentence, another loud sound was heard.

Groot threw hundreds and thousands of branches towards Heimdall at a very fast speed.

Heimdall was unmoved and did not feel flustered at all. He just waved his palm gently and a magic shield appeared beside him.

The moment the branches touched the magic shield, they shattered and could not harm Heimdall at all.

Heimdall was speechless.

He thought: That's it?

"Roar, who is this brat? I can't even break his defense."

Groot shouted as he retreated, taking out a green magic sword!

Looking at Heimdall turning his head, Groot did not have any embarrassed expression.

Not only that, his face was filled with excitement.

In an instant, the magic sword became thousands of feet long. Groot used all his strength to slash Heimdall.

The magic sword brought with it a fierce wind sound as it smashed down.

Good God!

Heimdall was full of surprise. Was this really the designated person the God Realm wanted the holy flame to be transmitted to?

Looking at the magic sword coming towards him, Heimdall remained unmoved.

He was one of the most powerful beings in the God Realm and possessed the power of a high-level mage. The two people in front of him were only low-level mages. Even if ten more came, they would not be able to do anything to him.

After a wave of primal chaos, golden divine light erupted like a rising sun.

Boundless golden holy light flowed. In that instant, it was as if there was a floating light condensing into a river that flowed between heaven and earth.

A magnificent magical power burst forth instantly, and the world was filled with golden holy light.

Groot's magic sword instantly lost its luster and disappeared into the boundless holy light.

On the other hand, not only did the person whom he had used seventy to eighty percent of his power to attack not suffer any injuries, he was even more composed than before.

Before he could react, he was sent flying by a force.

The little golden roc suffered the same fate. A large pile of golden feathers fell.

Rumble…

Heimdall looked indifferent, thinking that after this show of strength, Groot should be able to stop.

Just as this thought came to his mind, a rumbling sound came from behind.

Groot was emitting green light all over his body. He gathered the power of the Treants in his body and transformed into hundreds and thousands of branches crazily, continuing to attack Heimdall.

Groot wasn't afraid at all. Instead, he looked excited.

"Are you really not normal? You must have a lot of magical equipment on you."

Groot wiped at his saliva, his eyes almost touching Heimdall.

"Eh?"

"What exactly are those golden holy light things? This Young Master can smell the aura of the God Realm. Could it be a treasure from the God Realm? Quickly hand it over! How can this be possessed by a brat like you?"

Seeing this scene, Heimdall was stunned.