power of the Po Wang Yinmu.God-killing deathlight, wherever it passed, all matter was annihilated.This is a terrifying attack magic of the Void Shattering Silver Eye.The Po-Weng Silver Eyes, though c...The thought of possibly, even one day, overthrowing those lofty Five Great Sacred Clans fills me with... something.

Huofeng's heart was pounding wildly.

"Be patient, don't be impulsive. I need to stay calm right now."

Ho Feng took a deep breath.

He felt it was still necessary to be a little cautious.

This Mo Xin Jing, if it were to be accidentally leaked, would absolutely bring a devastating disaster to the Huo family and even the entire Wuji City.

Because this martial arts technique is too overpowered!

And all of this, is the gift of Fate and the Creator Deity.

"I can't rush things, I need to take it step by step. When the opportunity arises later, I'll first give this martial art technique to someone I trust."

Then it would spread throughout the Huo family, ultimately controlling Wuji City and expanding northward into the Northern Desolation.

It can be said that, over the years, Huo Feng has been mediocre and accomplished nothing.

But this also honed his calm demeanor.

"Right now, the most important thing is the upcoming duel a month from now."

"Fu Tu Yan, wait for me! I'll show you that the so-called Saint Race geniuses are nothing!"

In Huo Feng's eyes, flames were burning.

He vanished in a flash.

...just a few moments after Huo Feng had left...

In the mountains, a young man in white appeared with an orange cat in his arms.

Looking in the direction where Huo Feng left, Jun Xiaoyao gave a faint smile.

"Good, ambitious and driven, but not impulsive. A promising individual."

As for this self-chosen piece, Jun Xiaoyao was fairly satisfied.

The golden seed that Huo Feng obtained.

It is naturally a sprout from the original demon seed of Jun Xiaoyao.

And that godlike figure was Jun Xiaoyao's divine spirit incarnation.

Although it hasn't regained its power yet, the image is still pretty impressive.

Moreover, Jun Xiaoyao bestowed one-thousandth of his own talent upon Huo Feng.

Before, Huo Feng said that if he could obtain one-thousandth of the talent of the Outworld Killing God, he would even be willing to offer his soul.

And now, Jun Xiaoyao has fulfilled his wish.

But what Huo Feng paid was not just himself and his soul.

And the Huo family, Wujicang City, and even the entire Beihuang domain.

"What on earth do you want to do"

The little white tiger being kneaded in Jun Xiaoyao's hands was very puzzled and confused.

She couldn't figure out what Jun Xiaoyao was trying to do.

Of course, she naturally didn't know just how powerful and terrifying the kind of magic heart scripture that Jun Xiaoyao had fused into was.

It can be said that if the Demon Lord's wedding dress magic art, was feared by all living beings in the Realm of Boundaries.

Then Jun Xiaoyao's Demon Heart Sutra must be an even more terrifying and heaven-defying existence.

If it were known to other forces in the Sea of Boundaries, they would definitely be extremely wary.

And right now, Jun Xiaoyao is using the northern wasteland of the Xuanhuang universe as a testing ground for his Devil-Heart Sutra.

Let's just check out his cultivation technique and see how powerful it really is.

"Next month, there will be a good play to watch, though there are no surprises," Jun Xiaoyao said faintly.

With a clump of Xian Dao substance he bestowed, plus the Planting Demon Heart Sutra.

Most importantly, Huo Feng also received one thousandth of Jun Xiaoyao's cultivation talent.

This is but a fraction, one thousandth of the talent that Jun Xiaoyao possessed after his rebirth.

This is far more powerful than the talent he previously gave to the missionary Tabwa Yu.

If even this doesn't work against Futu Holy Clan's Futu Yan.

That person, carefree and unburdened, would simply erase that chess piece.

A month of time is basically just a blink of an eye for a cultivator.

And in the City of Infinity, upon a square bustling with activity and teeming with people.

Long ago, countless people have gathered here.

Everyone was looking forward to a fight.

Although it was a fight, there wasn't much suspense.

A resolute young man with a stern expression had already stood in the square, his demeanor reserved.

Indifferent to the pitying or mocking glances he received.

Just then, his gaze shifted to a pavilion at the edge of the square.

On the tower, a woman in colorful clothes, fluttering like silk in the wind, stood gracefully, gazing at him with sorrowful eyes.

It was his younger sister, Huo Ling, whose fame had spread far and wide throughout the northern wilderness.

And at this moment, in the starry sky, nine divine birds imbued with the bloodline of the Phoenix, pulled an extraordinarily luxurious chariot, soaring across the heavens.

One old and one young, descend from above.

One man, dressed in fine clothes, had a pale face and sunken eyes. He looked rather sinister.

But beside the man was a black-robed old man.

"Met Young Master Yan..."

All the members of the prominent families in Wujixing City bowed their heads.

This sinister man, naturally, is Futu Yan from the Futu Holy Clan.

At this moment, Fu Tu Yan's mood is not too pleasant.

Because one of his cousins, Fu Tu Hong, was killed in the most disgraceful way possible, defeated in two moves.

This not only damaged the dignity of the Stupa Holy Clan.

This only furthered the oppression of his clan by those within their own family.

The Floating Pagoda had been in low spirits already, and now with the appearance of Huo Feng who stood in his way to win the beauty, his mood was even more troubled.

Fu Tu Yan naturally didn't have a good expression towards Huo Feng.

"Heh... A fallen young master from Wujic City, dares to defy this young master's orders."

"However, your sibling affection is truly touching."

"I'll spoil your sister rotten when the time comes, you can count on that."

Fu Tu Yan revealed a sinister smile.

"Bring it on." Huo Feng said coldly, without saying much more.

"Hmph..." Futouyan sneered.

A mediocre young master with no clout, what courage does he have to challenge a celestial prodigy like me

Although he isn't top-tier in the Stupa Sacred Clan, he's not someone you can provoke.

The battle is about to begin.

...and on the pavilion by the square.

Holing, in colorful clothes, with a sad face.

She was stunningly beautiful, with delicate features and a complexion that shimmered like pearls. It's no wonder she was famous for her beauty throughout the Northern Desolate Region.

"I presume you must be Miss Huo."

Just then, a gentle voice came.

Horling looked up, wondering when it happened.

A young master in white, as ethereal as a banished immortal, sat leisurely by the window.

One hand holds a teacup, the other strokes an orange cat.

Horling was momentarily lost in thought.

She had never seen a man with such an outstanding bearing in her entire life.

Or perhaps, in a place like the Northern Wasteland, it's simply impossible for such a person to exist.

"I am Horling," said Horling.

"It seems you're worried about your brother." Jun Xiaoyao took a sip of his tea.

Mentioning this, Hollin's eyes dimmed slightly, a self-deprecating smile appearing on her face.

"If possible, I would rather not have my own appearance so as not to implicate my brother and the entire family."

"Do you think your brother will lose" Jun Xiaoyao smiled.

For some reason, seeing the white-clothed gentleman's smile, Huo Ling's sadness seemed to be eased somewhat.

Huo Ling shook her head.

The facts are right there, it's impossible.

However, the young man in white before her muttered.

"Within ten moves, no, I think three moves should be enough."

"My lord, what are you talking about" Holing was momentarily confused.

And just then, in the square, a deafening uproar suddenly erupted.

"My goodness, did I see that right Three moves, just three moves, and the Lotus Saint Clan's Yan Gongzi was defeated!"

"Is Young Master Huo Feng always hiding his talent His aptitude and strength seem to surpass even his sister."

Seeing this, Holland's mind went blank.

Her eyes suddenly shifted to the side.

But upon discovering the spot, there was no trace of the young man in white.

Only half a cup of tea remained, still with a hint of warmth.

Huo Ling was slightly stunned, her jade hand lifting the teacup.

"Who is that young master"

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