Section 133

After the morning meeting, the man with a pair of eagle eyes had aYinwu gaze. He quietly left the main city and came to a remote small house.

He pushed open the dim door with a creak, and then lit the communication talisman in his hand with spiritual power.

"Three days later... Xia Feng will lead the Ten Supreme Sacred Ground Holy Maidens to leave Ling City... destination, Burial God Valley."

This message was quickly transmitted through the communication talisman.

This General, whose Realm was Earth Rank Ninth Level Martial Saint, looked back and around, and after confirming that no one was present, he quietly turned around and exited the room.

At a certain pass in the Nichao Empire, Xia Naiwu, who was seriously injured and had not yet recovered, coughed up two mouthfuls of clotted blood.

In front of him, a Yellow Tier Ninth Level Martial Emperor stood, looking at him with a cold gaze.

However, the attire of this Yellow Rank Martial Emperor was completely different from that of the Great Xia Empire people. He was dressed in furs, revealing a strong physique, with most of his upper body exposed.

Xia Naiwu's body trembled slightly when he saw his gaze.

Just a Yellow Tier Ninth Level Martial Emperor, yet he dared to look at him with such a gaze!

This humiliation made Xia Naiwu almost go mad.

But he still suppressed the emotions in his heart. After all, the situation was not in his favor, and if he rashly clashed with this Martial Emperor, he would be the one to suffer in the end.

Xia Naiwu's current Realm was only a Yellow Rank Martial Venerable. The Martial Emperor in front of him could easily shake him to death by just releasing his Aura.

"The information is all inside. Take it back and tell Mother."

Xia Naiwu handed the intelligence to the Yellow Tier Ninth Level Martial Emperor, but the other party made no move, still looking at him coldly.

The distance between the two was four or five meters. Xia Naiwu was stunned for a moment, then his eyes were filled with angry humiliation again.

After three breaths, the light in Xia Naiwu's eyes dimmed. He stood up and walked forward to the Martial Emperor, holding the intelligence high.

The Yellow Tier Ninth Level Martial Emperor took the intelligence expressionlessly, then looked at Xia Naiwu no more and shot straight into the sky.

After the Yellow Tier Ninth Level Martial Emperor left, the maddened Xia Naiwu immediately began to frantically throw and smash everything around him.

"Go to hell, a Yellow Tier Ninth Level Martial Emperor, a piece of trash, how dare you look down on me!"

"You actually made me personally hand the thing to you, what kind of thing? Back then, I could have massacred your entire clan with just one word!"

The disgraced Xia Naiwu desperately destroyed everything he could see in front of him, like a raving lunatic.

Chapter 162: The Scene of the Ancient Gods

Having packed his belongings, Xia Feng was ready to set off.

He said goodbye to the Ten Girls and the soldiers of Ling City, and slowly ascended into the air under their reluctant gaze.

Burial God Valley is located at the junction of the Great Xia Empire and the Nichao Empire.

It is rumored that this place was once a Forbidden Ground where Ancient Gods fought. Countless remains of Ancient Gods are buried here, and some strange beasts and cultivators who accidentally trespassed into this place would be eroded by the remnants of these Ancient Gods' thoughts, eventually turning into monsters that were neither human nor ghost.

These monsters have a collective name, called Grievance Beasts.

As the name suggests, they are Grievance Beasts that carry the immense resentment of these Ancient Gods from when they were alive, having no intelligence and only knowing destruction.

Within this Burial God Valley, there are remnants of the Ancient Gods' resentment everywhere. Any cultivator who comes here will find their spiritual power stagnating, and their usual strength is retained based on their willpower.

Those with good willpower can retain about half of their strength, while those with weak willpower may even be weakened to only two or three tenths of their Peak.

However, this Burial God Valley is also a treasure land. Weapons, Cultivation Techniques, and spiritual elixirs left behind by the Ancient Gods are buried here.

Although dangerous, many cultivators have stepped into this place over the years for the sake of strength or wealth.

It's just that most of them eventually became part of the Grievance Beasts, and very few could retreat successfully.

Xia Feng and the Ten Girls flew for a full fifteen days before finally arriving at the border between the Southern Border and the Nichao Empire.

This area is basically a no-man's-land. The two Empires have not established administrative deployments here, and gradually it has become a desolate area.

The eleven of them landed here. The area in front of Xia Feng had a layer of white thin mist, covering a vast area.

Although he hadn't stepped in yet, Xia Feng couldn't help but gasp.

This thin mist was filled with maddening resentment, and ancient runes occasionally flickered within it.

"Husband, in your previous life, You obtained the Supreme Art from the outer core of this Burial God Valley," said Fox Saintess Yu Siya.

"The Grievance Beasts in the outer core are all Ninth Order Holy Beasts. With the enhancement of this mist, the best among them will not be weaker than a Martial Emperor."

"Martial Emperor, huh..."

Xia Feng nodded slowly.

The outer core of Burial God Valley, that's good too.

Ordinary Martial Emperor level Grievance Beasts, the eleven of them could handle them easily.

If they were in the interior, everything would be out of control, and even the Ten Girls would be at risk of falling.

"Let's go, without further delay, the sooner we get things done, the better. This place is too dangerous."

Sun Yazhu furrowed her cute brows, then pulled Xia Feng and walked towards the Burial God Valley.

To be honest, she really didn't like this eerie place.

Inside Burial God Valley, there were roars and wails of Grievance Beasts everywhere, which made people feel restless.

Just like that, Xia Feng and the Ten Girls directly entered the dense mist.

As soon as he entered the dense mist, a hallucination suddenly appeared in front of Xia Feng's eyes.

"Damn Gonggong, You massacred my tribe, I will definitely grind You to dust today!"

In front of Him, a hundred-meter-tall giant ran on the flat ground. His body was like Mount Tai, charging forward fiercely.

The mountains blocking His path collapsed layer by layer like loose soil, causing the earth to hum and the sky to darken.

In front of him, there was another giant of the same height, with strange water currents on His body.

He looked at the other party with cold eyes, then sneered, "Zhurong, if You hadn't caused trouble for my tribesmen first, why would I have come to this?"

"If You want to blame someone, blame Yourself for being blind first!"

Then, He also charged up and wrestled with the giant in front of Him.

The punches and kicks of the two erupted with violent power of heaven and earth. This scope was no longer something spiritual power could encompass.

It was as if the two themselves were the embodiments of heaven and earth, frantically using the power of heaven and earth to unleash upon each other.

Xia Feng watched in a daze.

The two Ancient Gods exchanged punches and kicks. What seemed like simple attacks were filled with the Laws of heaven and earth, and the heaven and earth vibrated with their attacks.

They staggered backward, and one of them, in a fit of rage, exerted force with His lower body, then fiercely lifted His opponent high up.

...

Unfortunately, Xia Feng hadn't seen the next scene yet, as his vision was blocked by a snow-white jade hand.

This snow-white little hand kept shaking, and a familiar voice sounded in his ear.

"Hey, hey, hey, Husband, what's wrong with You? You weren't stunned by the resentment here, were You?"

"That doesn't make sense. We just came in. This outer mist can even be withstood by a Yellow Rank Martial Saint..."

Sun Yazhu kept shaking her little hand in front of Xia Feng, and then pushed his shoulder.

Xia Feng's vision became clear from blurry. He stretched out his hand and held Sun Yazhu's snow-white wrist, then shook his head and said, "I'm fine."

"You scared me to death!"

Sun Yazhu was stunned for a moment. She first breathed a sigh of relief, then slapped Xia Feng's shoulder again, saying angrily.

"Did You do that on purpose? You just came in and immediately became dazed. This outer mist can't possibly affect a Martial Emperor. Do You think it's fun to scare us?"

This was the first time Xia Feng had seen Sun Yazhu lose her temper. Turning his head, he saw that the other Nine Girls also looked displeased.

It was clear that they had indeed been a little scared just now.

"No... no, am I such a person with malicious fun?" Xia Feng scratched his head with a dry laugh.

"I just saw some scenes just now, those two..."

Xia Feng was about to explain, but halfway through his words, Li Qingxue and Li Shiqing each grabbed one of his hands and pulled him inside.

"Let's hurry and get the Supreme Art. This Burial God Valley is too dangerous, and our strength is less than half. Let's finish the main business and retreat quickly."

Li Qingxue said with a frown.

Seeing his words interrupted, Xia Feng sighed helplessly. He didn't argue with his women and followed them forward.

Just...

Xia Feng frowned slightly, were these the two Ancient Gods from the ancient era?

Thinking of Their appearance and attacks, Xia Feng couldn't help but click his tongue.

Such powerful existences had practically become the embodiments of the power of heaven and earth.

The vibrations generated by a single punch or kick, even a Heaven Rank Ninth Level Martial Emperor probably couldn't withstand it, right?

Are these the Ancient God powerhouses...

Xia Feng walked and pondered, and soon, he suddenly realized something.