The Left-Eyed Celestial Emperor

Chapter 248 – One Kiss, One Drink

In the middle of the Hidden Dragon River.

The Elders of the Twelve Clans had all given up; bitterness and helplessness covered their faces.

A young man floated in the air. He held a metal fan and had sharp and cold eyes. The strangest part of him was the metallic layer covering his skin, even his clothes and hair looked like metal.

Cold and metallic aura infiltrated the space nearby, seemingly freezing it – not a single breeze was present.

“True Master Tiexiao, the Twelve Clans have surrendered and are willing to serve the Iron Dragon strong country. Are you going to kill us all? ”

The Great Elder of the Cloud Sword Clan suppressed his anger as he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

As a sword cultivator of the True Mystic Rank, he had slashed through the body of the Tiexiao True Lord and had caused sparks, but his opponent was unharmed. Instead, he had been hit by a terrifying rebound strength.

The other elders of the Twelve Clans were furious, and yet, they did not retaliate or had no thoughts of resisting.

The True God Realm was too far away from them.

The First Elder of the Broken Moon Clan sighed, “In the past, the Iron Dragon Country and the Sky Rich Country only had one True God Ranking expert, therefore they were balanced. Now, however, the Iron Dragon Country had other True Lord Ranked experts, then they could instantly change the situation. ”

The birth of a True Lord Rank expert had affected the situation in the entire area.

They stand at the top, and any thought or action can affect the lives of hundreds of millions of people.

Tiexiao True Lord floated in the air but remained silent.

The mysterious black figure of the Iron Dragon Country took out a blank scroll several meters long.

“This is a Blood Pact Scroll. All cultivators in the True Spirit Realm who were present here had to sign it. ”

The mysterious black figure said.

Slaughtering the Twelve Clans was of no benefit to the Iron Dragon Country. Moreover, to exterminate the roots of the Twelve Clans would not be easy.

The best solution is to make this power serve them.

The elders of the Twelve Clans looked at each other – helplessness filled their eyes.

The Blood Pact scroll was similar to the surrender letter but had a stronger effect. Once they sign this scroll, they will be detained.

After half the time it takes to make tea.

The higher echelons of the Twelve Clans signed the Blood Pact Scroll one by one.

As for the Ancient Shrine, they were originally a Sub-Division of the Red Moon Demonic Religion and were on the side of the Iron Dragon Country. They don't have to participate.

Qiu—–

True Master Tiexiao who was hovering in the air expressionlessly turned into a blurred light that fused with the sky.

The True Lord had not even appeared for an hour and had not even made any moves but had turned things around.

News of the surrender of the Twelves Clan immediately spread to the Thirteen Countries.

The experts from the Iron Dragon Country immediately entered the Twelve Clans and the high echelons of each Clan began to change.

Among them was the Broken Moon Clan.

Hai Yun Master became the Broken Moon Clan Master and was the representative of the Iron Dragon strong country.

Due to the fact that the First Elder had lost an arm during the battle and had burned the source of the True Soul which resulted in his cultivation declining, he became humble.

Hai Yun Master, who had gained the trust of the Iron Dragon strong country and had the support of the Elder Regulation, immediately became the person with the most authority.

After becoming a Clan Master, Hai Yun Master immediately gave the order: Kill the traitor Zhao Feng.

“Zhao Feng broke the rules of the Clan, disrespected the Elders, and ran away. If captured alive, bring him back to the Clan. If he refuses, kill him. ”

Hai Yun Master's emotionless voice echoed throughout the hall.

This order was immediately known to everyone.

The clan had also registered a high reward for killing or capturing Zhao Feng.

Just giving Zhao Feng a trace gave that person ten thousand low-grade Primal Crystal Stones. This was not a small amount even for experts at True Human Rank.

As for capturing or killing Zhao Feng, his bounty was ten times higher.

First Elder and Granny Liuyue became humble and silent towards everything that happened in the Clan. Since Hai Yun Master was unable to find any fault and was not entirely sure that he could take him down, he did nothing.

At this moment, the hearts of everyone from the Broken Moon Clan trembled but Hai Yun Master was extremely skilled. He rewards and punishes others fairly, winning the hearts of some.

Sky Cloud Forest, Misty Area.

Zhao Feng had comprehended the mental energy technique and was trying to dissolve the Ghost Mark on him.

“As long as the Ghost Mark remains with me, I will be in danger. If the mysterious skeleton recovers back to its peak power…. ”

Zhao Feng read all the mental energy techniques in his mind but there was no solution.

A full month had passed since his cultivation was consolidated.

Zhao Fengs mental energy mastery had increased and started to slightly understand the Ghost Mark.

“The Ghost Mark is similar to the mysterious power of the Healing Hundred Graves but the Ghost Mark has no offending attributes. It only left a mark on me, therefore God's Spiritual Eye did not go against instinct. ”

Zhao Feng finally understood something

He had other plans and that was to use the power of the Hundred Graves Curse to break the Ghost Mark.

However the Hundred Grave Curse was too dangerous and Zhao Feng had to be very careful.

Half a day later.

Zhao Feng entered the Hundred Graveyard Curse once again and an invisible cold force tried to enter his body. However, this power was forced back by the aura from the Gods Spiritual Eye.

Miao miao's!

Zhao Feng took back the little thieving cat and let him count their wealth.

After catching the coin, the little thieving cat furrowed its brows. He nodded his head several times, but also shook it at a later time.

The relationship between Zhao Feng and the little thieving cat was very special, hence he knew that the answer was hazy. Even the little thieving cat could not give a proper answer.

“We have to try it.”

Zhao Feng and the little thieving cat did not see the fate of death.

Of course, it's assumed that the little cat burglar's prediction skills still work.

Zhao Feng then sat down and used his God Spiritual Eye to sense the Ghost Mark.

At the same time, he circulated the strength of his bloodline and merged the blue blood into the dimension of his left eye, blocking it.

After the blue abyss was blocked, Zhao Feng's eyes would return to their original black and dim colors.

This meant that Zhao Feng closed the power of the God Spiritual Eye.

As expected.

After it was completely blocked, a curse power slipped from behind Zhao Feng.

The latter hiccuped as he immediately circulated the strength of his bloodline so that not all of the blue abyss was blocked.

But even so, the wisp of curse touched Zhao Feng's body.

Zhao Fengs body turned cold. It was as if there were countless hands of – wet with blood reaching into his organs.

At that critical point, Zhao Feng circulated his mental energy and deliberately drew a curse.

The curse appears to have a consciousness that allows it to enter ‘lack’ from the target, such as how water will flow out of the hole.

The flaw Zhao Feng revealed was the location of the Ghost Mark.

Teng Teng Teng!

Strange sounds seemed to echo.

If Zhao Feng could open his God Spiritual Eye, he could see hand after hand grabbing his body.

If not for the part of God's Spiritual Eye still working, Zhao Feng would have been filled with hands.

Time passed slowly and Zhao Fengs life force started to weaken as his face turned pale.

He could only circulate the strength of his bloodline to fortify himself.

The power of the bloodline could protect him, but only a small amount could be used as the other parts blocked the blue abyss.

However, his True Strength was weakened due to the curse.

Seeing this situation, Zhao Feng wanted to give up, but he noticed that the aura of the Ghost Mark also descended.

Zhao Fengs life force and True Strength weakened together with the Ghost Mark.

It was fortunate that Zhao Feng still had the protection of his bloodline strength, this prevented Zhao Fengs life source from disappearing.

Three days later.

Zhao Feng sighed and plucked out the blue blood in the dimension of his left eye.

At the same time, although the Ghost Mark disappeared completely, the level of his True Strength also dropped.

“Is it worth it?”

Zhao Feng muttered to himself as he glanced at the thieving little cat on his shoulder.

While breaking the Ghost Mark, Zhao Fengs cultivation had descended into the 6th Sky.

The little thieving cat narrowed its eyes but did not respond.

Zhao Feng discovered that even though his cultivation was down, his foundation was sturdier and his potential was greater compared to when he was in the 7th Sky.

It's like building a tower. The better built the lower level, the higher the tower is.

This was Zhao Feng's feeling now. The breakthrough of the two Heavens within the Banquet Alliance was too rushed, but now this matter did not exist.

Although Zhao Feng had dropped the Sky, his foundation and potential were better and the Ghost Mark had disappeared.

One kiss, one drink. It was as if heaven had determined it.

At the same time.

On top of the mysterious altar in the powerful country of the Iron Dragon.

“The Ghost Mark has been broken .. how is this possible ... did someone from the Origin Core Realm do this?”

Hoarse voice sounded. This voice seemed to freeze one's soul and cultivators at the True Human Rank would falter here.

The owner of the voice was a black gold-robed skeleton whose bones were silver with occasional flashes of deep purple.

“Not ..that is the power of the Curse of a Hundred Graves.”

The expression of the Division Leader's skeleton changed.

“Leader Division, no one can escape the Curse of the Hundred Graves. That guy is obviously dead. ”

The silver-striped blood corpse laughed at the side.

The skeletal Division leader nodded his head. If the person died, the Ghost Mark would disappear as well.

“Leader Division, about the Curse of a Hundred Tombs ..”

The blood corpse protector asked.

“It is the highest secret of the Sacred Religion. Even the great lord, I, will not enter that forbidden area. You don't need to know this. ”