"Ah!"
A howl even more intense than before reverberated through the Eighth Hall. Divine Perception, struck by the violent bombardment of eleven True God Battle Artifacts, plummeted fiercely and crashed onto the hard icy ground with a thunderous boom.
The entire Heavenly Desolation Divine Hall shook at that moment.
"Return!" At this time, a young cold voice commanded again.
Immediately, the eleven True God Battle Artifacts still floating in the air flew back towards Shi Feng, and as they approached him, they all simultaneously vanished into the void and disappeared.
Then, Shi Feng slightly lowered his head, gazing downwards at the Divine Clan elder, Divine Perception, lying on the icy ground beneath.
At this moment, despite the innate sturdiness of his Divine Clan body, Divine Perception was covered in golden blood, appearing extremely miserable, a far cry from the super powerful presence he had before, looking now like a stray dog clinging to life.
The Divine Clan powerhouse Divine Perception, at the True God Second Heaven Realm, had been severely injured under the barrage of eleven True God Battle Artifacts. Not only had he lost all his battle power, but he likely found even moving extremely challenging at this moment.
Following this, Shi Feng's figure gently moved once more, floating towards the prostrate Divine Perception on the icy ground.
...
"Sacred Lord!"
For those of the Heavenly Desolation Sacred Land, who finally felt at ease, a man's voice emerged.
Upon hearing this voice, the people of Heavenly Desolation Sacred Land turned their heads to look over.
At this moment, they noticed the arrival of Zhuge Qingfeng, and countless faces broke into smiles, nodding at Zhuge Qingfeng, saying, "Qingfeng is back!"
"Qingfeng is back."
"Qingfeng."
...
People called out one after another to Zhuge Qingfeng.
A middle-aged man in a forest-white battle robe, with a majestic face, nodded at Zhuge Qingfeng and said, "Qingfeng!"
This person was the current Sacred Lord of the Heavenly Desolation Sacred Land, Leng Yan!
At this moment, the atmosphere in this space had noticeably relaxed.
Due to the defeat of the Golden Scale Alien Race, the crisis had been resolved, and the Ancient Great Formation that protected them had been withdrawn. Zhuge Qingfeng's figure instantly flashed to the front of these twenty-eight supreme powerhouses.
Then, Zhuge Qingfeng smiled at them and said, "It's good that everyone is safe! Alas, Qingfeng still arrived late. If Qingfeng and the Nine Nether Demon Lord had arrived earlier, perhaps we could have saved many of our fellow disciples!"
When Zhuge Qingfeng said "arrived late," some people dismissed it, thinking it didn't matter whether he arrived early or late.
But when he spoke the next sentence about "bringing the Nine Nether Demon Lord earlier," everyone's expressions changed drastically in an instant.
"Qingfeng, the Nine Nether Demon Lord, was brought by you!" Even the Heavenly Desolation Sacred Lord, Leng Yan, exclaimed to Zhuge Qingfeng.
Although they heard Zhuge Qingfeng's words just now, with Leng Yan's questioning, twenty-eight pairs of eyes were still firmly fixed on Zhuge Qingfeng's face, waiting for his answer, waiting for his confirmation.
Among these twenty-eight, some had previously been at odds with Zhuge Qingfeng, and at this moment, their faces quietly displayed a particularly grave expression.
Though already certain, they still hoped in their hearts that it wasn't true.
They had personally witnessed the might of the fabled powerful Nine Nether Demon Lord, who was even more formidable and terrifying than the legends.
"Yes, it was Qingfeng who brought him to the Heavenly Desolation Sacred Land! Upon entering, Qingfeng sensed something was amiss and thus brought the Nine Nether Demon Lord to inspect the Heavenly Desolation Sacred Palace first." Zhuge Qingfeng replied.
Smart as he was, Zhuge Qingfeng naturally knew what these people were thinking at this moment.
Especially those few who were once at odds with him, Zhuge Qingfeng.
Glancing at the expressions quietly appearing on those few faces, Zhuge Qingfeng, although maintaining a calm demeanor, was inwardly sneering.
Zhuge Qingfeng also understood why his secret treasure communication with the Sacred Lord and the Eighth Elder went unanswered.
Inside that ancient great formation earlier, all connections had been cut off.
"This time, thanks to Qingfeng, and many thanks to the Nine Nether Demon Lord for stepping in to help," said Sacred Lord Leng Yan with a smile, after hearing Zhuge Qingfeng's words.
No one suspected that Zhuge Qingfeng had established ties with the Nine Nether Demon Lord.
In recent days, there had been frequent news of ancient powers falling into oblivion at the hands of this Nine Nether Demon Lord.
However, no one expected that when Heavenly Desolation Sacred Land faced a great calamity, it was this fabled Supreme Evil Demon who stepped in to dissolve their disaster.
Truly, the ancestors' spirits must be watching over them; Heavenly Desolation Sacred Land was destined to endure.
"Many thanks to the Nine Nether Demon Lord!" At this moment, the crowd collectively thanked the Nine Nether Demon Lord from not far away.
Shi Feng, however, ignored these expressed thanks.
The Divine Perception, lying on the ground, was slowly beginning to lift his head, albeit with great effort.
But at this moment, Shi Feng raised his right foot and fiercely stomped down on that head, pressing Divine Perception's freshly lifted head back onto the icy ground, making intimate contact once again.
"Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!" A flurry of violent roars erupted from below.
Divine Perception, a supreme powerhouse of the True God Second Heaven among the Divine Clan, who had lived endless years, always standing above others, had never suffered such humiliation.
At this moment, severely injured and finding it hard to even move, he somehow mustered the strength, shaking with rage.
Then, a series of furious roars rang out: "Boy! Ah! You are truly bold! Even your grandmaster Leng Aoyue wouldn't dare treat me so! Ah! You! Remember this!"
"Who told you Leng Aoyue is my grandmaster?" Hearing Divine Perception's words, Shi Feng coldly spoke.
Following this, he continued, "Leng Aoyue is my disciple whom I taught."
"What!"
"What!"
"This!"
"This!"
"This..."
Upon hearing Shi Feng's words, the crowd of Heavenly Desolation Sacred Land who had just thanked him, their expressions changed once more.
They, of course, didn't believe their ancestor Leng Aoyue was a disciple taught by the Nine Nether Demon Lord; they were not even from the same era. When their ancestor was shaking the Wilderness Continent, who knows where the Nine Nether Demon Lord was.
They thought he was just saying that to rebuff the alien race.
However, his words felt somewhat disrespectful to their ancestor.
After all, Grandmaster Leng Aoyue had done much for the Human Clan on the Wilderness Continent when he lived; even now, he remained a respected figure among the Human Clan.
But he...
Though this person may have been disrespectful to their ancestor, the strong of Heavenly Desolation Sacred Land naturally dared not say anything.
Who would dare say anything to that person?
"He says that again." At this moment, Zhuge Qingfeng's brows suddenly furrowed. This was the second time he heard the Nine Nether Demon Lord say such a thing.
"Could it be, he's merely saying it?" Zhuge Qingfeng pondered inwardly, observing the young figure clad in white.