Rebirth as a Willow Tree, building the strongest tribe in all of eternity-Chapter 679 - 479: Luomo_1
Chapter 679: Chapter 479: Luomo_1
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Zhan Feng’s eyes widened.
He never could have expected it.
That the terrifying man who nearly banished their Eternal Ancestor of One Realm with a single slap knew his name, and pronounced it flawlessly!!
At this moment.
A sense of immense fear suddenly consumed him like a cold tide, stabbing through every inch of the white-robed youngster’s body, sending a chilly wave through his bones, rendering him immobile.
Simultaneously.
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The young man’s heartbeat was banging wildly, powerful beats reverberating against his chest. If not for the giant rock behind him, he would have collapsed then and there.
It wasn’t fear, but rather the pressure from Jiang Hui’s aura.
Although he hadn’t purposely exerted his force.
Jiang Hui was just too strong. Despite being in the True Immortal realm, his real strength was likely on par with the Red Dust Immortal, and with full exertion, he could even rival the Existence of the Immortal King.
Even the smallest pressure from him would be too much for ordinary beings to contend with. Immortals would have to bow, let alone Zhan Feng who was merely a Celestial God.
If not for the trace of Blood of An Lan within him, his predicament might be worse – with blood pouring from his orifices, his body torn apart, his organs transforming into a pool of blood…
“You…how do you…know my name? Are you aware of my background?!”
Zhan Feng subconsciously swallowed his saliva, his voice shrill and strident, feigning calmness.
Yet, his body betrayed his fear. As soon as his words were out, the young man seemed to lose the strength in his bones and leaned against the cobblestone, his clothes drenched with sweat.
Jiang Hui did not respond immediately, but stared at Zhan Feng with interest.
Strictly speaking, in his eyes, the white-robed youth’s natural talent wasn’t impressive. Without the trace of Blood of An Lan, he would be no different from an ordinary person.
However, that trace of blood lineage made him extraordinary, placing him among the young supremes of the foreign domain, and distinguished him among his peers.
This showed how transcendent and powerful the Fairy King bloodline was, even after being diluted countless times, it still could establish an unimaginable blood lineage within a clan that could persist eternally.
Even though none of the descendants possessed talents like heterochromic eyes or Supreme Bone, that thin line of Fairy King blood within them surpassed any other supreme-qualified talents.
Of course, this goes without saying.
After all, it was the blood of Fairy King.
In the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, even the Ten Evil cannot be considered as the genuine Fairy King bloodline. Only the True Dragon could barely qualify. In some ways, although Zhan Feng’s talent may not stand out from the crowd, the trace of An Lan’s Fairy King blood granted him limitless possibilities, making him nearly equivalent to the descendants of the Ten Evil.
After observing for a while, Jiang Hui turned his gaze away and spoke softly.
“It was your bloodline that told me!”
Zhan Feng looked astonished.
His bloodline had told him?
Why did his manner of speaking sound like a charlatan’s? It left him thoroughly confused.
Could it be that he could identify names by the scent of blood?!
“You’re not suggesting that you know our old ancestor?!”
Just then.
From within the black mist, an old man from the foreign domain suddenly spoke, a shock expression on his face.
His pronunciation was peculiar, as if he was intentionally dragging out his tones. mixed with severe complexities. It was a very ancient language, as ancient as the characters from the Ancient Immortal Era. The people of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths could only barely understand it.
Jiang Hui, on the other hand, understood it perfectly.
He had once traveled to that realm through the Exotic Portal and, with the portal’s assistance, had become familiar with the foreign domain language and text.
The elderly figure who spoke had lived long enough to know a thing or two.
Zhan Feng, the white-robed youth, had a frightening heritage. His mother was the descendant of a supreme being. Although it was unknown how many generations had passed, such blood was too potent to ever dissipate. This meant that even though Zhan Feng was of a foreign race, he still bore traces of that powerful bloodline.
However, the origin of that trace lineage was so exaggerated and terrifying that he dare not mention the real name of the supreme being, even if they belonged to the same realm. Otherwise, if the supreme sensed it, there would be consequences.
“I do not know An Lan, but he will likely know me soon!”
Jiang Hui spoke calmly, cloaked in soft glowing light. Behind him, a backdrop of circling sun and moon, a mountainous landscape, and surging runes shone brilliantly like numerous stars scattered across the galaxy, making him look exquisitely sacred.
His voice was gentle, as if discussing a trivial matter.
“You…you would dare to call An Lan’s elder by his real name!”
The foreign old man’s eyes bulged, his finger trembling as he spoke.
You don’t know An Lan’s elder but you can casually utter the name An Lan?!
Are you trying to fool me?
Even a fool wouldn’t believe you!
He felt insulted.
Nevertheless, considering Jiang Hui’s strength, the tough words he wanted to say got stuck in his throat.
No one, neither An Lan, nor the man before him, was someone he could afford to offend.
Do not underestimate the Immortal King!
Moreover, it was the An Lan’s elder from his realm!
The Immortal King’s dignity needed to be respected!
Even if the price was a river of blood and countless corpses, it was worth it.
The Immortal King Realm, beyond the True Immortal, truly achieved physical immortality and indestructible soul.
Immortal King, the king among the immortals.
Indestructible of all worlds. Eternally unyielding.
One does not dare to look directly at the Immortal King. Any being that sees an Immortal King must kneel, pay homage, kowtow. Otherwise, they would be struck by the might of Heaven and Earth.
