Protect Our Clan Leader-Chapter 1705 - 126: Is This an Immortal Plant or a Devil Plant? - Part 2

Chapter 1705: Chapter 126: Is This an Immortal Plant or a Devil Plant? - Part 2

Upon returning, Zhao Yiming was inevitably going to face his master’s wrath.

As the head of household carried on by the Chao Clan for generations, the only thing he could do was try to salvage the situation as much as possible.

"Do not worry, Brother Yiming." A tall and robust man sneered as he stepped forward, eyeing the old Ling Mother in Duchess of Luo Jia’s team, "If my estimation is correct, this must be Ling Mother, who has served the Northern Zhou Imperial Household for generations? Leave this Divine Power Territory to me."

As soon as he finished speaking, black demonic Qi began to envelop around him.

"Swish!"

A uniquely shaped pair of black demonic wings quickly unfolded behind him, covering large segments of the sky like wings that could blot out the heavens.

Encased in thick black demonic Qi, those black wings suddenly flapped, and he soared into the sky like lightning, holding a demonic lance, as he charged at Ling Mother like a giant eagle hunting a rabbit.

Instantly, demonic Qi shrouded the heavens, and the chilling killing intent made one’s heart shiver.

"Black-Winged Prince!"

Ling Mother immediately recognized these black wings, her expression changing drastically.

These black wings were no ordinary item.

The material was sourced from the black wings of a pure-blood demon king slaughtered from beyond the realm, crafted personally by the famous deceased Alchemy Grandmaster Shentu Duan Tie of the Red Moon Demon Dynasty, a divine spiritual treasure of exceptionally high quality.

Slaying a pure-blood demon king wasn’t easy, let alone obtaining its corpse.

So these black wings were renowned in the Dong Ji Demon Kingdom, passed down through the lineage of the contemporary Black-Winged Prince.

As countries from opposing factions on Muzhen Continent, Northern Zhou and Dong Ji Demon Kingdom fought on and off for at least ten thousand years, with Divine Realm Powerhouses as the backbone of their nations, being each other’s focal point, both were naturally well-familiar with each other.

Knowing that the Black-Winged Prince was difficult to deal with, Ling Mother tapped her pitch-black iron staff on the ground, and her slightly hunched body instantly became upright.

In an instant, the terrifying aura of a Divine Realm Powerhouse erupted.

A stern and domineering atmosphere, like iron horses and frozen rivers, swept over everything.

In the rolling waves, she advanced instead of retreating, soaring through the air like a sword out of its sheath, swinging her iron staff with a swift motion. Instantly, brilliant golden light radiated, counterattacking the Black-Winged Prince.

Boom boom boom!

Deafening explosions echoed through the sky.

Almost instantaneously, Ling Mother and the Black-Winged Prince clashed.

Both were Divine Realm Powerhouses, each wielding divine spiritual treasures, their overall strength was evenly matched, and for a moment, the battle was at a stalemate, with no clear victor.

But Ling Mother, after all, was older, and physically lagged behind the vigorous Black-Winged Prince, which might ultimately result in her losing rather than winning.

Meanwhile, others rushed to join the fray.

Among them was a Divine Realm Powerhouse radiating ominous blood Qi, holding a blood-red chain, its hooked ends appeared fierce and terrifying, and his imposing aura was like he emerged from a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, chilling one to the core.

Upon witnessing this image, Duchess of Luo Jia instantly recognized the person’s origin.

This was the Blood Prison Prince, one of Southern You Demon Kingdom’s princes.

The Blood Prison Prince was brutal and notorious, often taking pleasure in cruelly slaughtering enemies on the battlefield.

As early as two to three hundred years ago, a prince from the Northern Zhou Ji Family’s Duchess of Luo Jia main lineage was defeated and captured by him, tortured to death, prompting another round of intense battles where both sides fought fiercely.

There lay a deep-seated blood feud between the Northern Zhou Ji Family and the Blood Prison Prince.

"Blood Prison Prince! So it’s you, you old demon dog!" Upon seeing this fiend, flames of anger erupted in Duchess of Luo Jia’s charming eyes, "Well well well! Since today I encounter you here, I shall avenge the Yingxian Prince!"

"And with just you, a mere fledgling who has barely entered the Purple Abode Realm?" The Blood Prison Prince sneered in disdain, his smile touched with deep mockery, "Perfect. Come now~ let me send you to meet your elders."

"Hmph!"

Duchess of Luo Jia coldly laughed, instantly soaring into the air, charging at him.

Simultaneously, a golden and a green brilliance shot out from her, surrounding her.

Those were two divine spiritual treasures.

One was a dark golden, shaped like a weighing scale, called Hunjin Tuo. Though it appeared small and exquisite, it smashed down with the power of ten thousand Jun. She used this very treasure to blast open the Profound Pill Secret Realm.

The other was a blue sword, an ice-type divine magical sword named Green Frost Sword, also quite powerful.

This alone wouldn’t be noteworthy.

Duchess of Luo Jia, being the most favored royal female of the Northern Zhou Imperial Household, carrying two divine spiritual treasures was perfectly normal.

Yet at the same time, Duchess of Luo Jia’s imposing aura began to escalate relentlessly.

The mysterious energy she’d been suppressing erupted like an ocean wave, breaking through from Level Two of the Purple Abode Realm almost instantly, to the strength of Level Three, then continued to ascend layer by layer, until reaching Level Five in mere moments!

No matter what cultivation realm a Profound Martial cultivator is in, transitioning from early to mid-stage entails a qualitative change.

If the bloodline, cultivation technique, weapons, and equipment are all at the same level, at mid-stage, one can at least fight two opponents simultaneously.

"Mid-stage Purple Abode Realm?" The Blood Prison Prince’s voice altered, exclaiming in horror, "How is this possible? This girl was merely a Second Rate Supremacy! Could it be you..."

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