Facing a King, how could he dare be negligent!
Yang Qi made his move. His entire body erupted with streams of divine flame power. His divine spear danced, burning the firmament as he continuously attacked, taking the initiative to strike at Zhao Feng and seize the upper hand.
A vast sea of flames churned and rolled across the heavens, scorching the sky and causing the temperature in the surrounding area to rise noticeably.
Such might naturally earned silent nods of approval from many onlookers.
Truly worthy of being a master ranked within the top hundred of the Marquis Lord Ranking. He was indeed extraordinarily powerful.
However, ever since his defeat by Ye Chen twelve years ago, Zhao Feng had been in secluded cultivation, diligently practicing various techniques, constantly increasing his cultivation, breaking through to the Divine Transformation realm. By now, he had long since elevated his cultivation to the absolute peak of his life.
Now, facing Yang Qi, he merely gave a cold smile. Just as Yang Qi had done earlier, he extended a large hand that covered the entire martial arts arena and pressed down directly.
The King made his move, allowing the world to truly witness the genuine power of a King from that era after twelve years.
The divine flames blazed to the heavens, warping the void with their heat. Yet, the moment that large hand, suffused with a hazy azure light, descended, all the divine flames spontaneously extinguished and vanished, utterly incapable of harming the hand in the slightest.
Boom—
Yang Qi was sent flying outright. Even someone as powerful as this Super Divine Transformation expert, a super master ranked in the top hundred of the Marquis Lord Ranking, was so utterly helpless before a true King of his generation, directly swatted away, blood spraying across the sky.
But Zhao Feng did not stop. His large hand continued to reach out, grasping towards Yang Qi.
Yang Qi paled, letting out a desperate roar as he struggled with all his might to resist.
"How dare you!"
The Scarlet God Valley elder on the divine ship from Scarlet God Valley changed color. This was the most talented young Heaven's Pride of their generation aside from the deceased Scarlet Lin King, groomed to be the next Saint Lord. How could he be allowed to come to harm?
He immediately intervened. However, at the same time, Heavenly Gate's Elder Tian Gu also acted, blocking the Scarlet God Valley elder and saying coldly, "Elder Chiren, this is a contest between the younger generation. We of the older generation should not interfere, correct?"
Elder Chiren was about to jump and curse. Meanwhile, just as Wind King Zhao Feng's palm was about to touch Yang Qi's body, another large hand shot out, forcefully blocking the azure-glowing hand. They collided violently in the void, causing the space to tremble intensely.
"Wind King, for a King of your stature to act against a mere Marquis Lord is going a bit too far, don't you think?"
A King stepped forward from the divine ship of the Zhao Kingdom. It was Crown Prince Zhao Wudao, his expression impassive as he directly repelled Zhao Feng's palm, allowing a deeply shaken Yang Qi to return safely to the Scarlet God Valley divine ship.
Yang Qi understood that had it not been for Zhao Wudao's intervention, he would likely have been in grave danger this time.
Zhao Feng no longer paid attention to Yang Qi, turning his gaze to Zhao Wudao. "Zhao Wudao, do you wish to make a move?"
"Indeed. Ever since twelve years ago, this Crown Prince has been in diligent cultivation and has not acted for a long time. Now, facing the renowned King of Heavenly Gate, the Wind King, I naturally also have the desire for a battle. I wonder if the Wind King dares?"
Zhao Wudao gave a light laugh, his smile filled with icy indifference. He stepped from the divine ship onto the hundred-zhang-long and wide martial arts arena, standing there. Similarly, a powerful Kingly Dao Might erupted from him, clashing with Zhao Feng's. The entire martial arts arena trembled, nearly shattered by the might of the two Kings.
The many powerhouses were astounded. This was the power of Kings. For how many years had they not seen them act? Although the fame of the Immortal True Kings now shone brightly across the Myriad Domains, overshadowing the Kings of the past, those who were Kings were still extremely powerful individuals. Who among them was weak?
If not for the emergence of True Kings in this era, who would dare claim to steal the glorious light from them?
Wind King's expression remained as cold as ever. He suddenly smiled, a very cold smile. "Zhao Wudao, I heard that in the past, part of your Kingly Origin was taken from you, is that right?"
Mentioning this old matter, Zhao Wudao, who had been relatively composed, suddenly revealed a somewhat ferocious expression.
The humiliation from twelve years ago was something he could not forget to this day.
In the past, how glorious and high-spirited he had been, a King dominating the world, peerless under heaven, with only one or two True Kings appearing.
Yet, in that era, he suffered a great defeat in his life, easily suppressed by someone.
That person was precisely the Battle Saint King of Heavenly Gate, who had been in seclusion, his incarnation in this life using the alias Great Demon King Yue.
Even someone as powerful as him, a Kingly Heaven's Pride at the absolute peak, had been easily suppressed by the Battle Saint King, who took away a portion of his Kingly Origin blood.
From another divine ship, a terrifying Dao Might also emanated. It was the divine ship of the Cang Lan Holy Land. The Cang Lan Saint Son had suffered the same fate as Zhao Wudao.
Moreover, these two factions held the deepest enmity towards the Battle Saint King. From Saint Sons to overlords, to Saint Lords, and finally to the ancient recluses, they had all either had their origins taken or been killed by the Battle Saint King alone.
This hatred was simply irreconcilable.
However, soon, Zhao Wudao calmed down. Gazing into the distance at the majestic and grand capital peak of Heavenly Gate, his eyes turned cold. "This time, I have come precisely to find Yue—or rather, the Battle Saint King—to settle our life-and-death grudge. However, he has been in seclusion for so many years. I'm afraid, as the rumors say, he has passed away in his secluded cultivation place."
As soon as these words were spoken, all the Heavenly Gate disciples and elders were enraged.
To them, whether it was the Heavenly Gate Sect Master or the Battle Saint King, both were figures worthy of their worship, the dignity of Heavenly Gate, not to be profaned by others in such a manner.
Even Zhao Feng felt the same. Although he had been defeated by the Battle Saint King in the past, he understood how immensely powerful the Battle Saint King was. Moreover, he was Elder Sister Xi's brother, so Zhao Feng harbored not a trace of hatred, but rather a sense of admiration.
For the countless younger generation across the myriad realms, even for Kings, the Battle Saint King was absolutely an undefeated myth worthy of awe and reverence.
Naturally, they would not allow outsiders to profane the Battle Saint King in this way.
Zhao Feng swept a cold gaze over Zhao Wudao. "The Battle Saint King has been in seclusion all along, striving with all his might to recover his former peak state. How could it be as you speculate?"
Zhao Wudao sneered. "This Crown Prince must admit that the Battle Saint King was indeed very powerful, but that was in the past. Now, he has been in seclusion for a full twelve years. Who dares deny that something hasn't happened to him? For our generation, who would remain in seclusion for a full twelve years? If you say nothing has happened, who would believe it if word got out?"
Although they did not wish to admit Zhao Wudao's words, the Battle Saint King had indeed been in seclusion for too long—a full twelve years in one stretch. It was truly too long, causing many to deeply wonder about the Battle Saint King's current state.