Power of a King

Zhao Feng returned to the Golden Dragon Scaled Ship and sat down, then watched the three half-step Void God Realms from the Golden Mountain Sect chase after the Death Guards.

Although the victory was hard-fought, it was easier than the last fight against a Death Guard.

Last time, Zhao Feng had used every method possible, including: the little thieving cat, all his True Yuan, and all his eye-bloodline power, whereas this time, apart from the fact that he had used the majority of his eye-bloodline power, he still had more than half his True Yuan remaining.

Bo!

A ripple of water glowed around Zhao Feng and started to heal the injuries created by the Scythe of Death.

The attacks from the Death Guards contained an aura of Death, which greatly threatened living beings.

If it weren’t for the fact that his state of existence had reached the limit of the Great Origin Core Realm and had absorbed a ton of Ancient Dream Realm aura, he would have died to the Scythe of Death.