Chapter 828: Chapter 828: A Single Finger Suppresses Heaven and Earth, The Ancient Race Emerges
“Compete with me in speed?”
Mo Ying laughed.
Speed competitions were precisely what she feared the least.
Because her Sword Intent was the Swift Sword!
Clang!
Bolstered by the amplification of her Swift Sword Intent, Mo Ying moved as fast as lightning, effortlessly parrying the Barbarian War God’s countless strikes, and launched a powerful counterattack.
Rip!
A sword slashed horizontally.
The Barbarian War God was sent flying by Mo Ying’s Divine Sword, a thin line of a sword mark appearing on his neck, from which blood streamed.
“What a fierce Divine Sword!”
The Barbarian War God’s eyes widened. “But that’s all you can rely on to fight a god like me—these external factors.”
He roared in anger, his body shimmering with a treasured light.
The sword wound on his neck miraculously healed in an instant.
“Die!”
Mo Ying didn’t hesitate for a second, striking sword after sword with incredible speed, surpassing the reaction limit of the Barbarian War God.
Rip!
In just a single breath, the Barbarian War God was marked with over a dozen sword wounds.
Mo Ying’s movements didn’t stop; they became even faster.
Holding the Divine Sword, she slashed out over a dozen times in an instant, each slash landing on the old wound on the Barbarian War God’s neck, sinking a meter deep into his flesh.
“Ah!”
In the end, the Barbarian War God’s neck was severed by Mo Ying’s sword, his head rolling to the ground, shocking the hundreds of Barbarian warriors around.
Seeing this scene, their faces changed abruptly.
“The War God is dead!”
“This is terrible.”
“Quick, call the Elder!”
The Barbarian warriors roared and turned to flee back toward the City of Barbarians.
“Thinking of escaping? Too late!”
Jia Yulan shouted angrily, displaying the Divine Bird Talent she had acquired that day, conjuring a pair of magnificent Phoenix Flame Wings on her back.
Whoosh!
With a gentle flap of her wings, divine flames as tumultuous as ocean waves swept down, turning any Barbarian warrior touched by the fire into ash in an instant.
“As expected of the Phoenix flames, so formidable.”
Divine-level Healer Yan Ruyu said enviously, with a breathtaking curve surging at her front.
“Retreat quickly!”
Mo Ying commanded in a severe tone.
Yan Ruyu and Jia Yulan immediately realized the gravity of the situation:
The City of Barbarians housed members of the Ancient Barbarian Tribe at the Void Break Realm Level, and with their current strength, they were no match for them.
To stay would be to court danger.
Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!
The trio tore through the void, ready to leave.
“Foreign Clan Mage, you’re courting death!”
From inside the City of Barbarians, an angry voice suddenly resonated.
The next moment.
A towering figure tore through the void and appeared beside them, his massive palms like two giant fans, ferociously slamming down.
Pop!
The void was torn apart, creating a spatial turmoil.
Halfway into the void and still not having escaped, they were forcefully pushed back out.
Bang!
The space twisted, and all three of them were struck in the chest by an invisible heavy blow, crashing hard to the ground and spitting blood.
“Divine Healing Technique!”
Yan Ruyu lived up to her reputation as a Divine-level healer.
Her own wounds instantly healed, and then, placing a hand on both Mo Ying and Jia Yulan, they too were restored to their peak condition in the blink of an eye.
Swoosh!
The three once again tore through the void, vanishing from sight.
Reappearing, they had fled a hundred miles away, and with a few more flashes, they reached the ground.
In the canyon.
The Barbarian Elder lifted his head and looked at the three people who had escaped to the outside of the canyon, his pupils shrinking.
“How odd!”
“Since when did our Wild Desolate Great Canyon open?”
He expressed profound surprise.
But the Barbarian Tribe Elder didn’t care for more, with a powerful push of his legs, he shot up into the sky like a cannonball, traversing hundreds of miles before landing on the ground and looking at Mo Ying’s trio not far away.
“Little Mage, daring to run wild in our City of Barbarians, seeking death!”
He struck with venomous force.
Swoosh!
In an instant, Mo Ying’s trio felt themselves engulfed by a terrifying power domain, unable to even perform instantaneous movement.
Then, a sense of crisis erupted!
An infinite feeling of despair rose within them.
“Die!”
The Barbarian Tribe Elder appeared above the three, his palms forcefully descending, intending to crush them into smithereens.
“Little Barbarian Tribe, you dare to be so arrogant?”
A piercingly cold voice suddenly resounded.
At that moment, time seemed to freeze.
Mo Ying, the Barbarian Tribe Elder, and the others all felt rooted in place, conscious and aware of everything happening around them, but their bodies were immobilized.
Even the sound of the wind disappeared temporarily.
The entire world was terrifyingly quiet as if anticipating the arrival of an ancient Divine Spirit.
Hum!
A finger descended from the heavens, larger than a mountain, its aura seemingly more vast and infinite than the universe itself.
Boom!
The elder, comparable to the Void Break Realm Level, instantly crumbled into dust, and the next moment, he was devoured by a vortex, vanishing from sight.
Misty Peak.
Ye Feng lifted his hand and looked at the golden Power Origin Crystal in his palm, slightly raising an eyebrow.
“Not bad, but useless to me.”
His body had become a Saint, and absorbing the Power Origin of a Void Break Realm Body Cultivator had no effect on him.
Ye Feng casually tossed it away.
Swoosh!
The Power Origin Crystal streaked across the sky, landing in the Hardwood Plains, caught by Qiao Jiaxi who was mountain-lifting for Body Refinement.
“This Power Origin Crystal has been refined by this Sect Leader. Absorb it, and your bodily cultivation level will surge.”
Ye Feng’s voice emanated from within the crystal.
“Thank you, Sect Leader!”
Qiao Jiaxi dropped the mountain on his back, sat down cross-legged on the ground, and began consuming the Power Origin Crystal bite by bite. A majestic power aura erupted within his body, significantly boosting his cultivation level.
“Eh, this is the aura of an ancient race!”
A voice came from beneath the ground, that of the Ancient Holy God.
“Master, do you know what this is?” Qiao Jiaxi stopped eating and eagerly asked.
Ever since Ye Feng had expanded the Sumeru Array, enlarging its inner area, the Hardwood Plains now were thousands of miles away from Whitefloat City.
Hence, no one else was nearby, and the several hundred miles around were Qiao Jiaxi’s sole training ground.
Their conversation would not be overheard by others.
“The ancient race existed in the universe, long before the Three Thousand Great Worlds came into being, their history predates the Human Race by countless years.”
“But later on, the Human Race rose.”
“The Nine Great Heavenly Venerables emerged, and the Three Thousand Great Worlds nearly all fell under Human Race’s dominion.”
“From then on, the ancient races all but disappeared.”
“Who would have thought, their descendants would live underground in Shenzhou, it truly is unbelievable.”
The Ancient Holy God slowly explained.
Qiao Jiaxi scratched his head, speculating, “Master, could it be that the ancient races fled to Shenzhou?”
“That possibility cannot be discounted.”
The Ancient Holy God paused, “Of course, it could also be the result of human intervention, say, some powerful beings intentionally sealed the ancient races underground.”
Qiao Jiaxi was surprised and quickly asked, “But what’s the point of doing that?”
“I’m not sure.” The Ancient Holy God shifted the topic, “Apprentice, go to the Wild Desolate Great Canyon, it’s suitable for your training.”
“Understood.” Qiao Jiaxi nodded.
…
Wild Desolate Great Canyon.
Mo Ying’s trio took a deep breath.
Before, they thought they were going to die, thankfully, at the critical moment, Ye Feng had intervened from afar, effortlessly obliterating the Barbarian Tribe Elder.
“Who killed my clan’s member?”
But before the smiles could fully spread on Mo Ying’s faces, a thunderous voice suddenly rose from below the Wild Desolate Great Canyon, nearly shattering their eardrums.
The next moment.
Dozens of figures streaked through the void, landing near the Wild Desolate Great Canyon, surrounding Mo Ying’s trio.
It was a group of Void Break Realm level Barbarian Tribe Elders.
The one at the forefront was clad in gold, standing eighteen meters tall, with a golden horn growing from his forehead.
A Heavenly Emperor Level oppressive force suddenly erupted!