"Ancient Rakshasa?"
Feng Wuchen and the others immediately looked at Jiuyou, even Miepo and Tian Sha did the same.
"Is there an ancient presence in the Rakshasa tribe?" Tian Sha asked in astonishment.
Jiuyou nodded slightly and said, "Indeed, I once heard the old leader talk about ancient times, which included the Ancient Rakshasa. The Guardian Spirit Clan might be targeting the Ancient Rakshasaâs bloodline. Their bloodline is quite special as it can devour other bloodlines to enhance their own."
"Xiao Xiao hasnât awakened the ancient bloodline, only the Divine Clan bloodline." Feng Wuchen shook his head.
Jiuyou said, "Perhaps she is about to awaken it, otherwise, the Guardian Spirit Clan wouldnât be targeting her. This time in the commercial city, they probably found the best opportunity."
"Xiao Xiao and I went to look at jewelry, Brother Feng was at the commerce center," Miao Qingqing said.
"Thatâs it." Jiuyou nodded his head.
After a pause, Jiuyou continued, "Dust Young Master, you are a descendant of the Ancient Dragon God Clan. The Guardian Spirit Clan has probably been watching you for a long time, but they just donât dare to make a move yet."
"It seems itâs not simply a flirtation but a long-planned strategy. The people secretly watching in the Dragon God Palace were likely from the Guardian Spirit Clan, we just thought they were sent by the seven main gods." Feng Wuchenâs face was incredibly cold.
Feng Wuchen had always wondered why they only captured Ling Xiaoxiao and not Miao Qingqing, who is also an exceptionally beautiful woman. Knowing about the Guardian Spirit Clan, everything now makes sense.
"Brother Feng, what do we do now? We donât know where the Guardian Spirit Clan is," Liu Qingyang asked anxiously.
"If the Guardian Spirit Clan dares to harm even a single hair on Xiao Xiao, then thereâs no need for them to exist." Feng Wuchen said coldly. Ling Xiaoxiao is Feng Wuchenâs reverse scale; touching it means certain death.
Jiuyou and the others had no doubt about the power behind Feng Wuchenâs words.
The Guardian Spirit Clan indeed is powerful, the seven main gods are like ants in front of them.
But in front of the Great Main God, the Guardian Spirit Clan is still like ants.
Dantong possesses the terrifying power to crush both the Great Main God and Qianhun. As for the mere Guardian Spirit Clan, Feng Wuchen has no fear at all.
Leaving the God Slayer Palace, Feng Wuchen and the other three arrived at the top of a mountain.
"Whoosh!"
A black shadow flashed and appeared, dressed in black brocade clothes, looking extremely respectful.
"Have you found out?" Feng Wuchen asked.
The mysterious man said respectfully, "Lord Feng, Miss Xiao Xiao is in the Drunken Dream Pavilion. The person who kidnapped her is a descendant of the Guardian Spirit Clan. This person hid their cultivation, not at the Divine Emperor level, but a Five-Star Divine Sovereign. The Drunken Dream Pavilion is one of the subsidiary forces of the Guardian Spirit Clan."
Miao Qingqing frowned and said, "No wonder I felt the aura of a Divine Sovereign when fighting him; he was hiding his cultivation."
"What of a Five-Star Divine Sovereign? He will surely die for kidnapping Xiao Xiao!" Liu Qingyang said angrily, gritting his teeth.
"Take me there." Feng Wuchen said without hesitation, "Letâs meet the Guardian Spirit Clan."
"Yes, Lord Feng!" The mysterious man said respectfully and then led the way for Feng Wuchen.
The Drunken Dream Pavilion is located south of the God Slayer Palace on a Fairy Mountain, itâs a major force in the Godslayer Realm, though not as strong as the God Slayer, it is also filled with powerful individuals.
In the main hall of the Drunken Dream Pavilion, a young man sat at the main seat, with the Pavilion Master and elders all respectfully kneeling on one knee in the hall.
The young man wore an arrogant expression, his demeanor dismissive, ignoring the presence of the Drunken Dream Pavilionâs strong individuals.
"Decide and answer me," the young man said coolly, sweeps his arrogant gaze over the high-level members of the Drunken Dream Pavilion.
The Pavilion Master wore a troubled expression and said, "Young Master Bai, Dragon God Palace cannot be provoked. Capturing their people will bring catastrophic damage."
"Feng Wuchen cannot be provoked," the elders all chimed in.
"Is Dragon God Palace very strong? That Feng Wuchen doesnât seem very strong either." Young Master Bai shrugged dismissively.
"Young Master Bai might not know, Feng Wuchen is an honored elder delegate of the Divine Tower, the threefold spatial ring and Nitian Divine Pearl were all made by him, and..." an elder said urgently but was interrupted midway.
"Isnât he just an ancient strongman? Is that enough to scare you like this?" Young Master Bai said more dismissively, displaying an even more arrogant posture.
Hearing Young Master Baiâs casual words, the high-level members of the Drunken Dream Pavilion were dumbfounded.
Young Master Bai actually didnât take Dantong into account!
How arrogant is that?
Could the Guardian Spirit Clanâs strength be greater than Dantong?
Absolutely not possible!
"Iâll give you two choices, secretly capture someone from the Dragon God Palace or die." Young Master Bai said coldly, as if the strong individuals of the Drunken Dream Pavilion were insignificant to him.
Young Master Baiâs words sent chills down the spines of the high-level members of the Drunken Dream Pavilion.
The Drunken Dream Pavilionâs strength, although formidable, is like ants in front of the Guardian Spirit Clan.
Young Master Bai could make the Drunken Dream Pavilion disappear overnight with a single word.
"Oh? Already here?" Young Master Baiâs voice had just fallen when he looked toward the outside of the hall, a cold smile rising from the corner of his mouth.
"Think it over thoroughly." Young Master Bai said casually before walking out of the hall.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!"
Above the palace of the Drunken Dream Pavilion, Feng Wuchen and his three companions shot through like lightning.
"Who are you?" an angry disciple shouted as more than a dozen disciples soared into the sky to intercept Feng Wuchenâs group.
"Feng Wuchen." Feng Wuchen said indifferently, his gaze fixed on Young Master Bai who was walking out of the hall.
"Brother Feng, I feel Xiao Xiaoâs aura! Sheâs indeed at the Drunken Dream Pavilion!" Liu Qingyang exclaimed joyfully.
"Stand down." Young Master Bai ordered coolly, and the disciples of the Drunken Dream Pavilion immediately retreated.
"Brother Feng, itâs him! Heâs the one who took Xiao Xiao!" Miao Qingqing pointed at Young Master Bai, absolutely certain.
"Honored Elder Delegate!" The Pavilion Master and high-level members emerged and upon seeing Feng Wuchen, their legs went weak and their faces turned pale with fear.
"Lord Feng, this person is a descendant of the Guardian Spirit Clan, the young master Bai Xuan of the clan." The mysterious manâs respectful voice sounded.
"Descendant of the Dragon God Clan, Feng Wuchen," Bai Xuan smiled slightly, sizing up Feng Wuchen.
Bai Xuan recognized Feng Wuchen, not surprising Feng Wuchen at all.
"Release her," Feng Wuchen demanded coldly, his icy gaze fixed on Bai Xuan.
Upon hearing, Bai Xuan shrugged and sneered, "Release just because you asked? Are you overestimating your strength?"
"To deal with you, itâs more than enough." Feng Wuchenâs cold voice suddenly sounded in Bai Xuanâs ear, a sword silently placed against Bai Xuanâs neck.
In that instant, Feng Wuchen appeared beside Bai Xuan, his speed unbelievably terrifying, beyond anyoneâs imagination.
"Teleportation," Bai Xuanâs lips curled slightly upward, even with Feng Wuchenâs sword at his neck, Bai Xuan showed not a hint of panic or fear.
"I can sense your recently awakened ancient bloodline within you. Though still weak, itâs very pure, more so than that of the young ladyâs." Bai Xuan sneered, unfazed by Feng Wuchenâs teleportation.