Chapter 640 – Secret
Translator: Xaiomoge
Yang Feng is a bit shocked. But his body still twisted at an incredible angle, and he sent a claw stabbing at the assassin bartender.
The sword ray also twisted strangely in an instant, as if it is fated to slice Yang Feng’s abdomen.
With a loud bang, Yang Feng’s abdomen was instantly blasted open. At the same time, Yang Feng’s claw ripped off the the bartender’s left arm.
The bartender’s figure fluttered, and he retreated briskly.
After just one exchange, Yang Feng and the assassin both suffered injuries.
Staring at the assassin, Yang Feng creased his eyebrows slightly, and then used a language that does not belong to the Eternal Continent. He spoke in the Cangzhi Plane’s archgod language: “This secret method, you are a Warlock of the Cangzhi Plane! And you’re this world’s ‘Hero’ to boot. Did the Golem Lord select you?”
Powerful archgods are the origin of human Warlocks in the Cangzhi Plane, and many powerful secret methods require archgod language to be operated. Archgod language is a compulsory subject for all powerful Warlocks.
The assassin showed a confident smile and replied in archgod language: “You are a Warlock of the Cangzhi Plane? Did you come to this world without knowing anything? That’s your misfortune. I am the ‘Hero’ Jiang Shi, the man destined to run the Holy Sword through your heart. Just like you couldn’t kill a Star of Fate today, you are destined to die at my hands.”
Yang Feng sneered: “Destined? That’s laughable. We Warlocks practice cultivation to change fate and gain eternity. As Warlocks, we don’t believe in such thing. Even if fate is set in stone, we will use our own power to open up a whole new path. This is what makes up a Warlock.”
As he practices the Fate Algorithm, Yang Feng knows how powerful fate force is. But he still won’t yield, won’t give up. Because you’re finished once you give up.
There was a flash of fanaticism in his eyes, and Jiang Shi smiled excitedly and said: “Fate is set in stone! At least Warlocks below the Warlock Emperor rank don’t have the power to defy fate. In the Eternal Continent, you as the ‘Demon Lord’ will surely die under my sword. This is the power of fate! This fate will never change! And after I kill you, I will become the new Warlock Emperor, the ruler of all warlocks, no, the pinnacle of all intelligent life forms. I will...”
Jiang Shi suddenly calmed down, smiled, and disintegrated: “It seems that I have talked a little too much! Now isn’t the time to fight you, bye!”
With his currently junior Legend rank cultivation base, Jiang Shi isn’t the opponent of Yang Feng, who possesses pinnacle Legend rank strength
Yang Feng frowned slightly, and an unclear premonition surged in his heart: “Jiang Shi? This guy may be the toughest enemy I have encountered yet.”
In the Eternal Continent, except for the first Hero, the other Heroes are all suspected of being Warlock Emperors of the Cangzhi Plane.
With the support of this world’s fate force, Jiang Shi who is probably a peerless genius with the potential to become a Warlock Emperor is the toughest enemy Yang Feng has ever run into.
Yang Feng’s eyes flickered with resolve, and he mused: “Destined? Even if it is set in stone, I will use my own strength to open up a new path.”
“Besides, if fate really can’t be changed, then why would he speak so much nonsense to weaken my fighting spirit?”
Yang Feng took a deep look at the place where Jiang Shi disappeared, and then disappeared as well with a flash of light. There are still many human adventurers in this inn, but most of them are level-3 or level-4 existences. There isn’t even a Star of Fate among them. Yang Feng isn’t in the mood to unleash a massacre.
The Green Forest, in a hidden valley shrouded in an illusion, Merlin appeared in a magic array together with four young adventurers.
Merlin said solemnly: “Okay, it’s safe here.”
The eyes of the handsome man shimmered with indignation, and he released a cry like a wounded young wolf: “Damn it, wretched Demon Lord! I, Rennes, swear that I shall take revenge for the Fire Sword Saint and the Lionheart Sword Saint!”
The other three adventurers wept. Today’s fight let them feel the huge gap between them and the Demon Lord. If the three old Legend rank powerhouses hadn’t appeared at the critical time, they would have been dead already.
Merlin said slowly: “As you are now, you aren’t a match for the Demon Lord. I will try my best to train you. Before then, Rennes, you must get the Holy Sword! Only by obtaining the Holy Sword will you have the qualifications to fight and slay the Demon Lord. Only the Holy Sword can truly wipe out the Demon Lord from this world. The remaining weapons, even the 36 legendary weapons, can only hurt him, but not actually kill him.”
A flash of joy appeared in the abyss of Rennes’ eyes, yet he gritted his teeth and said: “Holy Sword! Teacher Merlin, I want to obtain the Holy Sword, slay the Demon Lord, and avenge the Flame Sword Saint and the Lionheart Sword Saint. Please tell me how to get the Holy Sword!”
Merlin spoke in a grave voice: “The Angelos Kingdom, the Fengy Kingdom, and the Garemo Kingdom, each of the three human kingdoms will select a Hero candidate to send to the Holy Sword Land. There, the one who can come out alive and manifest the Holy Sword will become the true Hero. Rennes, you are one of the Hero candidates of the Angelos Kingdom. In addition to you, there are other two other Hero candidates in our kingdom. You must thwart the marriage alliance between the demons and elves. Only if you perform well, may you become our kingdom’s sole Hero candidate.”
Rennes replied decisively: “Yes, I will work hard!”
While Rennes and Merlin were talking, they didn’t realize that there is a speck of dust sticking to a shoe of the handsome priest.
In the middle of the woods, Yang Feng’s eyes flashed coldly: “It turns out that there are currently nine ‘Hero’ candidates. Unless I kill them all, I won’t change my fate even if I kill one of them.”
With his current pinnacle Legend rank strength, plus the Demon Lord power, and the suppression of the Fate Algorithm, Yang Feng can kill a Hero candidate.
“Do I kill them now? No, I have more pressing things to do.”
Yang Feng pondered for a while, and then finally turned into a black stream of light and disappeared.
Deep in the Green Forest, there is a huge gold tree 30 kilometres tall and 1,000 meters in diameter with countless gold leaves.
The huge gold tree is the elven royal palace.
A stream of light flew out and landed in front of the huge gold tree, and Yang Feng in his Demon Lord form emerged. He exudes pinnacle Legend rank might.
Yang Feng said lightly: “I, the Demon Lord, request an audience with the Elven Lord!”
“The Demo Lord!”
“The Demon Lord is here!”
“It’s the Demon Lord!”
“...”
Humanoid figures flashed between the foliage of the gold tree and quickly took positions. Watching Yang Feng with vigilance, elves locked their arrows on Yang Feng. The situation is very tense.
Faced with the killing intent of the elves, Yang Feng looks tranquil. Compared to demons, elves are weaker and fewer in number. As such, before Yang Feng revealed hostility, they won’t act rashly.
A forthright voice came from the gold tree: “Your Majesty, please come in!”
Yang Feng’s figure blurred, and he appeared on the gold tree and strode inside.
“So that’s the Demon Lord!”
“He’s so strong!”
“...”
Hiding in the tree, the elves carefully looked at Yang Feng with fear in their eyes.
The Demon Lord is the strongest powerhouse in the Eternal Continent, and even the Elven Lord is not his match. Wars between the demons and elves have also erupted, and many elven elites have died at the hands of the previous Demon Lords, and there have even been instances of Elven Lords dying as well.
“I am Angela, commander of the guards directly under the Elven Lord! Your Majesty, please come with me!” A tall, beautiful elf with fair skin, a voluptuous figure, long silver hair, and level-9 (level-3 Warlock rank) cultivation base came to Yang Feng. A look of apprehension in her pretty eyes, she uttered coldly.
“Alright!” Yang Feng smiled lightly and followed Angela.
It didn’t take long for a hall radiating soft light to appear in front of Yang Feng’s eyes. He saw a handsome elf with dazzling blond hair and pointed ears, wearing a gorgeous green robe sitting on the throne. This handsome elf is the Elven Lord.
Yang Feng made tempting proposal: “Your Majesty, I wish to marry your daughter, and then form a pact with your race to deal with the humans. In the war with the humans, we demons are willing to bear all the pressure. You elves don’t need to fight. What say you?”
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When she heard this, Angela’s eyes glimmered with an enigmatic light. According to this proposal, the elves wouldn’t have any losses. The sole drawback is that the Princess must marry Yang Feng.
The Elven Lord smiled softly, yet replied firmly: “My daughter is my treasure. Your Majesty, I won’t let her marry a man she doesn’t like, nor will I use her as a pawn to make political transactions. Therefore, I must refuse!”