Chapter 794: Your Disgusting Pale Aura
Chapter 795: What This King Wants Is Poison
However, Xia Feng wasn’t too surprised.
After all, if he could sense the other party through his bloodline, then the other party could naturally sense him as well.
Even the Bronze Mask couldn’t block it.
“So, Your Highness the Imperial Concubine, you’ve revealed my identity. Do you have something important to discuss?” Xia Feng asked with a smile.
The woman’s snow-white feet, which reached the ground, were adorned with black shadow rings around her ankles, and a faint thread wrapped around her body, emanating a silent and oppressive aura.
She floated slightly off the ground, her body slowly drifting towards Xia Feng.
She stopped when they were two meters apart.
Xia Feng also felt a powerful repulsive force pressing against his face, making him subconsciously take half a step back.
At the same time, the inexplicable killing intent surging in his blood intensified, and his desire to fight exploded!
His black pupils faintly flashed scarlet.
Huang Zhaoyue’s brows furrowed slightly. She forcibly suppressed the disgust in her heart and continued to float forward, approaching inch by inch.
One point nine meters, one point eight meters.
She stopped when they were one point five meters apart, feeling that she could no longer suppress the killing intent in her heart, and said in a low voice:
“Xia Feng, do you recognize this King?”
“?”
Isn’t that a stupid question? Who doesn’t know your formidable reputation?
However, Xia Feng quickly realized that she was probably referring to bloodlines.
The Abyssal bloodline!
Xia Feng had already made deductions about bloodlines long ago.
Miss Evil Dragon had explained it to him before.
Unlike Star Gods, most Star Gods were humans who cultivated themselves and condensed divinity, thus joining the ranks of the gods. Dragon Gods and Dragon Kings, however, were born from the Primordial Era, without parents, existing since ancient times, and were gods by birth.
There were two Dragon Gods born from the Primordial Era: Pale Di Si and Di He Abyss. Thus, two great divine bloodlines emerged: the Pale Dragon race and the Abyssal Dragon race.
These two great divine bloodlines were not passed down through offspring but through belief.
During the glorious era of the gods, any Dragon King, young dragon, or Dragon Scion who believed in a Dragon God had the opportunity to receive the Dragon God’s grace and the blessing of divine blood, thus joining the Dragon God lineage.
The bloodline on Huang Zhaoyue’s body clearly originated from Di He Abyss, possessing the same status as the Pale bloodline.
It was just that, for some reason, despite being of the dragon race, these two great divine bloodlines seemed to be hostile, with a strong hostility imprinted into their bloodlines.
They wished to kill each other on sight.
In addition, the fox had mentioned that Pale Di Si was sealed within the World Tree, while Di He Abyss was sealed beneath Qitian Holy Mountain.
Therefore, Xia Feng guessed that Huang Zhaoyue, like him, had accidentally entered a Dragon God’s Place of Seal and thus obtained a Dragon God bloodline in this era where the dragon race was almost extinct.
“So, Your Highness the Imperial Concubine, where did your Abyssal bloodline come from? Did you perhaps go to Qitian Holy Mountain?” Xia Feng mused.
Huang Zhaoyue was startled for a moment, then shook her head.
“You haven’t been there?” Xia Feng asked in confusion. “Then where did the Abyssal bloodline come from?”
She narrowed her grayish-brown beautiful eyes: “This is not something you should know.”
“However, since you understand the matter of bloodlines, it saves me the trouble of explaining.”
As she spoke, she casually waved her hand, and ten burning crimson stones appeared in the air.
She said in a cold, indifferent tone, almost like a command: “Ten Ash Stones for half of your Dragon Spirit Blood.”
Xia Feng possessed a large amount of Pale Dragon Spirit Blood, which had fused with his soul, transforming his soul towards becoming a Dragon Scion. So, in a sense, this thing was essentially his soul itself.
To demand half of it was no different from demanding his life.
But Xia Feng was even more confused.
“Pale Dragon Spirit Blood is like poison to you; why do you want it?”
“What this King wants is poison.” Huang Zhaoyue’s expression was cold.
Xia Feng was stunned for a moment, then looked at her stabilizing half-body and suddenly understood.
Just now, Huang Zhaoyue had swallowed the Abyssal Bone Flower in front of Huang Ye to repair and stabilize her bloodline.
But judging by her attitude, she was clearly unwilling to repair her bloodline.
Or rather, she was unwilling to stabilize her bloodline and proceed with the formal wedding with Huang Shikui.
So, she had to find a way to delay or prevent the bloodline from stabilizing.
But what does this have to do with me? Xia Feng’s eyelids twitched. Ten Ash Stones for half my life? What a fantasy!
Seeing Xia Feng’s silence, Huang Zhaoyue understood that he had not yet recognized the situation and had rejected her friendly offer.
“Buzz—”
A silent wave of energy spread out from the black and white figure. Without any warning, killing intent erupted!
Xia Feng’s eyelids twitched wildly, his scalp tingling. No, wait! My silence means you should offer more money, why are you attacking without a word!
“Bang—!” Xia Feng had no time to react. He spat out a mouthful of blood and, like Huang Shikui before him, was sent flying backward like an arrow leaving a bow.
!
He turned his head and fled into the Holy Knight Space, propelled by the terrifying force.
But as soon as he entered the space, the entire space shattered like a glass cup smashed on the ground.
“Boom!!”
A circular pit appeared simultaneously in the center of the cave. The Black-robed Person was deeply embedded in it, lying spread-eagled, with the Spade Mask on his face faintly trembling and on the verge of disintegrating.
Huang Zhaoyue raised her grayish-brown beautiful eyes slightly, without moving an inch from beginning to end.
In fact,
Her original plan was to find an opportunity to meet the Heavenly Martial Empress.
After all, according to the intelligence she had secretly gathered over thousands of years, the Heavenly Martial Empress was the only Pale Dragon Scion in the world.
However, the Heavenly Revelation Divine Palace was guarded by Theseus, and she was under Huang Ye’s surveillance. It was extremely difficult to secretly meet the Empress.
So, she had a backup plan. If she couldn’t meet the Heavenly Martial Empress, she would have to go to the border of the Empire, to the Evil Dragon Forest in Area 51, and try her luck.
To see if she could enter the legendary World Tree Realm.
But even if she found the World Tree, it was still uncertain if the Pale Dragon God would awaken, and if she did, whether she would be willing to help someone with a hostile bloodline was also uncertain.
Thus, the success rate of both methods was extremely low.
However, perhaps it was due to the favor of her bloodline.
Just as she was agonizing over the matter, unexpectedly, after helping the Angel Right Wing at the Black Moon General Court, she encountered a strange man.
This man named Xia Feng.
He actually possessed the Pale bloodline!
Although it hadn’t reached the level of a Dragon Scion, the fact that he could evoke such strong disgust and killing intent from her meant that the bloodline concentration was definitely not low.
It was a pity that, at the Black Moon General Court, Xia Feng seemed to have been taken away by the Black Moon Pope using the Moon Time Divine Domain and had completely disappeared.
There was no other way, so she had to choose to enter the Sumeru Throne first, preparing to delay the wedding date after leaving the Sumeru Realm, and use the Dragon race’s Spirit Robe to search for this man’s whereabouts.
But…
The Abyssal bloodline was likely truly blessed by fate, and this man was actually the Ninth Seat of Sumeru, appearing in the Sumeru War.
Huang Zhaoyue slowly approached the edge of the deep pit and looked down into it.
Xia Feng’s body was sore and he couldn’t move. He could only look up.
The woman had an extremely beautiful and alluring face, yet her eyes were devoid of emotion, dark and desolate, as cold as solid ice.
Her voice was distant and indifferent: “You have two choices. Either ten Ash Stones for half of your Dragon Spirit Blood, or—”
“Death.”
