"Speak about the matters between you and Leng Aoyue?" At this moment, Shi Feng spoke, questioning the Divine Grade master beneath his feet.
Shi Feng was indeed quite interested in the deeds of his disciple Leng Aoyue, who traveled through time and returned to the ancient times.
As Shi Feng spoke these words, it was evident that the foot he placed on the head had pressed down again, the pressure increasing by a few degrees.
"Ah! Just kill me! How dare you insult a Divine Grade martial arts master like this!"
A True God, to countless living beings, was a god high above, inviolable. Moreover, he, with Divine Perception, was a god of the True God Second Heaven Realm.
Being at the True God Second Heaven Realm, Divine Perception could naturally tell that this person's Martial Arts Realm was merely at the Eight-star Demigod Realm.
He could defeat himself entirely by relying on his heavenly-defying divine skill and his eleven True Divine Artifacts.
"Hmph!" Upon hearing the words of Divine Perception, Shi Feng opened his mouth disdainfully, saying, "The victor becomes king. You have now been defeated by me, yet you still act as a Divine Grade master? Before me, you are not even as good as a dog!"
"Answer what I just asked you to say. Speak!" Subsequently, Shi Feng increased the pressure of his foot further.
"Ah! Boy!" Divine Perception spoke out in hatred, saying:
"I, Divine Perception, have noted this humiliation today! When I, Divine Perception, revisit this low-class continent someday, all the living beings on this continent will die because of your foolishness today!"
"A threat?" Shi Feng said with even more disdain. How could Shi Feng be afraid of his threats? Ever since he knew about the alien race that conquered the various continents, he had considered fighting to the end with this alien race.
Shi Feng, in his pursuit of the ultimate in martial arts and immortality, knew that if he achieved immortality, he would eventually encounter that race that battles across all continents, and a battle would be inevitable.
Shi Feng left the Martial Arts Stele in Sacred Dragon City and his martial arts legacy on the Tianheng Continent, intending to nurture stronger generations to contend with the Divine Clan.
"Boom!" At this moment, a blood-colored blaze suddenly erupted from Shi Feng's right foot, instantly burning the head of the old man of the Divine Clan, Divine Perception, with Extreme Yin Flames.
"Ah! Ah ah ah ah ah!" Under the blood-colored blaze, a stream of aged, grief-stricken screams echoed.
"Let the flames burn for a while first." Shi Feng spoke coldly, saying.
This old man of the Divine Clan, from his previous words, seemed to have had some grudge with Leng Aoyue many years ago.
The matters he wanted to know could be extracted through his means of torture, fearing no one would dare not to speak.
The shrill and tragic cries of pain lingered in the Eighth Hall, echoing for a long time, while Shi Feng's face remained expressionless, seemingly indifferent to the screams.
"This guy, using these means again!" At this moment, a woman in white also entered the Eighth Hall, and hearing the aged, tragic screams, watching the blazing blood-colored flames, she spoke coldly to herself.
Although some time had passed, she could not forget the humiliation and pain she suffered at this person's hands that day, which made her hate the blood-colored flames with a gnashing of teeth.
The flames burning Divine Perception grew more intense, and the tragic screams became increasingly shrill and tragic, even causing goosebumps among some of the peerless masters of the Heavenly Desolation Sacred Land.
Even without experiencing it, they knew the kind of painful torment that alien race was undergoing at this moment.
"Nine Nether Demon Lord!" At this moment, the Sacred Lord of Heavenly Desolation Sacred Land, Leng Yan, respectfully called out to Shi Feng not far away and then approached him with respect.
Upon hearing the shout, Shi Feng turned his head slightly to look at him.
As he approached Shi Feng, Leng Yan spoke again, saying, "Nine Nether Demon Lord, our ancient ancestors of Heavenly Desolation Sacred Land left an inheritance stating that the eighth hall of the Heavenly Desolation Divine Hall suppressed a peerless evil creature, rumored to be suppressed personally by our Heavenly Desolation Sacred Ancestor with great power!
As time passed, the seal weakened, and we unrighteous descendants increasingly disregarded the teachings of our ancestors, which allowed the evil creature the opportunity to break out, causing heavy casualties in our Heavenly Desolation Sacred Land this time!"
As Leng Yan spoke to Shi Feng, a look of grief appeared on his mighty face.
"This time, it is indeed thanks to you, Nine Nether Demon Lord, that our Heavenly Desolation Sacred Land escaped this catastrophe. From now on, if you, Nine Nether Demon Lord, have any need, just say the word, and our Heavenly Desolation Sacred Land will undoubtedly do its utmost."
This time, Leng Yan genuinely expressed his gratitude from the heart. If it were not for this individual, not only would these people die, but the Heavenly Desolation Sacred Land under his leadership would also be erased from the Wilderness Continent's history.
He would be the last Sacred Lord of the Heavenly Desolation Sacred Land, an utterly disgraceful matter. If that were so, he would have no face to meet the ancestors of the Heavenly Desolation Sacred Land after his death.
"Hmm, in the future, if there's a small favor to ask, maybe you can help." After hearing Leng Yan's words, Shi Feng said to him.
Shi Feng spoke casually, but in the ears of Leng Yan and the group of strong members of the Heavenly Desolation Sacred Land, it had a strange, peculiar feeling.
Is he saying that this Sacred Land, revered throughout the Wilderness Continent, can only help him with minor matters?
However, they also had to admit that if even this one considered it a great favor, whether their Heavenly Desolation Sacred Land could help was uncertain.
Sometimes, in the presence of certain existences, one cannot help but show deference!
The once lofty and self-sufficient strong ones of Heavenly Desolation now had quite a few feelings of inferiority arising within their hearts at this moment.
Even the Sacred Lord of Heavenly Desolation, Leng Yan, at this moment, was at a loss for words.
Then Shi Feng opened his mouth again, saying to Leng Yan:
"Prepare an isolation chamber for my closed training shortly; I wish to train within your Heavenly Desolation Sacred Land for some time.
After I come out, then lead me to the secret place leading to the Divine Battle Continent."
Shi Feng was utterly unreserved, directly speaking to this Sacred Lord of Heavenly Desolation in a commanding tone that brooked no refusal.
As the Sacred Lord of Heavenly Desolation, an existence of ultimate supremacy always, someone now spoke to him in such a commanding tone, which felt very uncomfortable to Leng Yan.
He felt quite resistant in his heart.
However, in a world where the strong are revered, and now there's someone stronger than him, Leng Yan must listen even if he's unaccustomed.
"Understood," Leng Yan responded.
In the Heavenly Desolation Sacred Land, the most precious place is the eighth hall of the Heavenly Desolation Divine Hall. Since this person desires to train in the Heavenly Desolation Sacred Land, Leng Yan has decided to offer the eighth hall to express gratitude, allowing him to practice in isolation.
And that secret place leading to the Divine Battle Continent, though a Forbidden Land with ancestral instructions that ordinary people must not enter.
But this Nine Nether Demon Lord is clearly no ordinary person.