Junior sister, keep forbear for a while, I almost become invincible as soon!-Chapter 58: Innate Talent of Blood River

The throng of Wilderness tribe powerhouses that rallied to the scene numbered at least five or six hundred. The majority were lower-class tribespeople, a minority were upper-class, and all of them commanded powerful realms.

There were also many royal clan talents lurking in the shadows, among others, who, when counted, brought the total to around eight or nine hundred.

Fourth-tier individuals constituted a large proportion, seventy to eighty percent.

Fifth-tier individuals accounted for ten to twenty percent.

Without a doubt, this was a colossal group of combatants. The only consolation was that they came from different tribes and were not a united race.

Yet despite this, Chen Pingping was a human, belonging to an outsider race. Once he secured the arm of the Primitive Demon God, he would become the target of all.

This was unquestionable.

The mere thought of facing a joint attack was enough to make one’s scalp tingle.

The Eight Treasures Chicken was as flustered as ever, looking for an opportunity to slip away.

The Earth Chicken’s face turned stark white, but in the end, it completed the final step. The arm was successfully sealed, and all the oppressive force and Demonic Qi dissipated.

Chen Pingping waved his hand grandly, stowing it away, and said with a smile, "Move over to the side."

His calm demeanor and clear gaze told the two chickens that he was confident and did not need their help.

Indeed!

He had just swept his gaze around, including the Wilderness tribe powerhouses in hiding. Most of their realms were at the fourth and fifth tiers, with very few at the sixth tier.

It appeared there were no Divine King Level warriors among the Wilderness tribe, and he himself stood at the Realm of Divine King, possessing many powerful trump cards. Should a great battle erupt, a group attack would be of little significance to him. He might even gain a surge of worship value.

BANG!

Someone took the first shot, activating a powerful Divine Weapon, his face cold as he moved in for the kill, "Human, prepare to die!"

Soon, a second Wilderness tribe powerhouse followed, clenching his fists and unleashing a powerful burst of force.

There were also those who released skills and innate talents.

In just a few breaths’ time, over a hundred Wilderness tribe powerhouses struck in unison. Their overwhelming attacks drowned the battlefield in a dense assault, blanketing the entire area.

The royal talent who had previously clashed with him subconsciously curled his lips. However, Chen Pingping stepped forward, spread his arms wide, and launched the Six Tao Reincarnation Fist. Its majestic force was as heavy as a mountain, weighing billions of pounds.

The terrifying force of the punch exploded, somehow suppressing the hundreds of incoming attacks.

Not only that, but as he struck, black vortices appeared around his fists, devouring the force of those attacks.

BANG!

Another punch, and all the Wilderness tribe’s attacks were smashed to smithereens.

The talents hiding in the shadows were dumbfounded.

The royal talent from before was utterly breathless.

The Eight Treasures Chicken gaped.

System Prompt: The worship value from the Descendant of the Ancient Phoenix has increased to 50%, rewarding twenty years of cultivation, three fifth-tier Spirit Pills, ten stalks of fifth-tier Spiritual Medicine, and one King Tao-rank Divine Weapon raw material.

Just as expected!

Chen Pingping smiled and asked, "Anyone else want to try?"

He didn’t kill anyone. Firstly, it wasn’t necessary, and secondly, this was the Wasteland, so he couldn’t go too far.

His main objective was the arm of the Primitive Demon God, which he had now obtained. His next step was to deter this group with force and thus gain worship value from the Earth Chicken. Nice! I, Chen Pingping, am indeed brilliantly smart.

"Don’t be afraid, everyone, let’s attack together; he is just one man!" a Wilderness tribe powerhouse who had been preparing to strike yelled, attempting to mobilize everyone’s "desire" to act collectively.

But the scene they had just witnessed was too horrifying and still vivid in their minds. With just two punches, he had destroyed hundreds of attacks. This gave them the premonition that even if they all attacked together, they might not be able to seriously injure this Human Clan cultivator.

A Divine King? Could it be? Could it really be? Would the weakened seal in the channel tolerate a Divine King crossing over? Something’s not right. Even numbers were restricted; cultivators with realms too mighty would naturally struggle to reach the Wasteland. Chen Pingping was an aberration.

Many people thought of another woman and couldn’t help but silently curse.

The genius from the royal clan regained his composure, took a deep breath, and said, "You can’t leave."

The arm of the Primitive Demon God held extraordinary significance for the entire Wilderness tribe. Even if he had blocked hundreds of attacks that day, it wouldn’t be enough to deter all the powerful members of the Wilderness tribe.

With that said, he took several steps forward.

"It’s the genius from the Bright Moon Palace; it’s said that he has awakened an Original Talent," someone whispered, holding their breath.

An Original Talent is an incredibly strong talent that originates from the depths of one’s bloodline. It is more powerful than ordinary talents. Once unleashed, it can easily crush talents of the same rank.

He was very strong.

His realm stood at the fifth order, equivalent to the King Tao of the Human Clan.

But some started to worry. From the recent battle, it seemed that the realm of this Human Clan cultivator might surpass the category of King Tao.

He could possibly be a Divine King.

"Put down the arm of the Primitive Demon God, and I’ll let you leave here alive," said the royal clan genius, Wang Mingyang.

"Impossible!" Chen Pingping shook his head. "I want this thing, too."

"You are from the Human Clan."

"So? The Human Clan can’t have it?" Chen Pingping gave him a sideways glance and said, "Besides, even if I don’t put it down, you can’t stop me!"

Stubborn and unrepentant.

Wang Mingyang’s expression hardened with anger. He immediately circulated his realm’s power; his blood boiled, and his eyes began to turn scarlet.

Blood River.

It was an Original Talent derived from the abilities of the Primitive Demon God.

Released through the eyes, it shared many similarities with the Hetero Pupil.

A red river slowly emerged, cascading down from the sky, creating what seemed like a terrifying domain that caused the very colors of the world to pale in comparison.

Death Qi, Demonic Qi. A heavy, oppressive atmosphere...

With a cold snort, Wang Mingyang stepped forward, and the Blood River began to surge, revealing that the water was actually alive.

Chen Pingping was surprised.

The Eight Treasures Chicken behind him anxiously shouted, "Big Brother, be careful! That’s the Blood River, don’t touch it at all costs!"

The river water gushed forth, transforming into a dense rain of droplets that sprinkled down.

Each drop was filled with a terrifying aura; contact meant certain death.

Erosion?

Chen Pingping immediately brought forth the True Solar Scripture. A sun manifested behind him, emitting Divine Brilliance that highlighted his divine and sacred aura.

What’s more, the True Solar Scripture’s emergence seemed to render him All Skill Immune, even preventing the Blood River’s erosion.

Wang Mingyang was dumbfounded.

The Wilderness tribe powerhouses were stunned. Is he a Human Race Divine Body? No, this isn’t an ordinary phenomenon; what in the world is this? Some kind of technique? Divine Skills? Impossible! The Divine Skills of the Human Clan declined long ago, all their legacies lost; it’s impossible for any Divine Skills to remain! They couldn’t comprehend this scene.

The strength of an Original Talent was deeply ingrained in their understanding.

Not to mention the Blood River—how could a Human Clan skill possibly withstand it?

"Is this your strongest attack?" Chen Pingping asked.

"..."

"If there’s nothing else, I’m leaving." He glanced in Lao Huang’s direction, wondering how his Little Junior Sister was doing.

Wang Mingyang’s face turned ashen, and he remained silent.

The Wilderness tribe powerhouses lurking in the dark also fell silent in an instant.

Those who had been itching to make a move were in the same state; they were no match.

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