Dominating Martial King
Chapter 599: 284 Death (Please Subscribe)_2

Chapter 599: Chapter 284 Death (Please Subscribe)_2

Those wooden people had no means of defense against it.

The wooden weapons they used shattered upon contact with Little Flat Head, and their wooden shields were like frail sheets of paper, utterly useless.

In just the blink of an eye, more than ten wooden people were smashed to pieces under Little Flat Head’s impact, bursting into sawdust.

Bai Xiaozhao also had her triumphs.

She had adapted to the combat techniques of these wooden people, and shortly thereafter, seven wooden people were shredded by her claws in the blink of an eye.

However, Bai Xiaozhao heeded Chu Xisheng’s reminder, constantly dodging to avoid being splashed with the green liquid on her body.

Just as the slaughter by the two beasts was about to begin, and Chu Xisheng had transformed into a fleeting shadow, ready to pounce;

A whistling sound came from the distance.

The hundreds of wooden people around them instantly retreated into the forest like a tide.

Bai Xiaozhao and Little Flat Head both intended to pursue, but were called off by Chu Xisheng.

“No need to chase! Let them go.”

Zhoou Liangchen had also killed three wooden people. He had initially spread his wings, ready to continue the pursuit, but stopped flapping them in confusion upon hearing the command.

“Master, these wooden people clearly form a tribe, and they are well-commanded. Their individual strength is not weak. If they hide in the forest to launch attacks, it could be troublesome.”

“I know.”

Chu Xisheng sheathed his sword: “They have their own territory, within thirty miles around here. We won’t be staying in this vicinity for long. I told you not to contaminate yourself with their blood not only because it is poisonous, but also to avoid future troubles. They hold grudges, but mainly track by the scent in the blood.”

According to Qin Muge’s experience, killing too many wooden people isn’t a good thing.

Meanwhile, Bai Xiaozhao transformed back into human shape, clicking her tongue in wonder as she looked at the many wooden chips and wreckage on the ground.

“These wooden people are so strange; they don’t seem like demons transformed from trees, but rather like puppets that came to life.”

Chu Xisheng knew that Bai Xiaozhao had only been born not long ago, in total less than ten years old.

And unlike the Human Clan, demons do not have books to carry on their knowledge.

The knowledge carved in their bloodline is extremely limited, so it’s no wonder they are ignorant.

“These are called Wood Spirits, creatures that came into being when tree seeds were contaminated with the Ancient God’s Blood.”

Chu Xisheng’s eyes flickered with an unusual color as he glanced at the dim yellow sky: “Legend has it that in ‘Central Earth,’ where the giant god bloodline runs rampant, even more magical creatures exist, all originating from the Ancient God’s Blood.”

Indeed, the ancient texts also record a legend that humans are born from the blood of Pangu’s descendants ‘Emperor Xi’ and ‘Wind Queen,’ mixed with the Five-Colored Mysterious Soil.

However, the entire Human Clan, from top to bottom, does not recognize this legend.

How could humans possibly come from something as humble as soil?

Even if it is Five-Colored Mysterious Soil, it is still soil.

They firmly believe that they are of the dragon bloodline, the direct lineage of Pangu.

At this time, Little Flat Head had already returned to Chu Xisheng’s shoulder.

It looked at Bai Xiaozhao with a hint of pride.

This time it had shown its prowess, killing far more than Bai Xiaozhao.

Therefore, the most compatible partner for Chu Xisheng was itself, Little Flat Head.

But Bai Xiaozhao did not respond; she could not decipher the meaning behind Little Flat Head’s gaze.

Right now, she was more concerned about the two illusory marks hovering above Chu Xisheng’s head.

One was a broad-axed war axe, the other a vertical single eye; each levitated three feet above Chu Xisheng’s head, one on the left and one on the right, not interfering with each other.

Both contained deep and profound meanings, and if one gazed intently, a surge of domineering and boundless fierce thoughts would sweep forth in an instant.

After glancing at them, Bai Xiaozhao withdrew her gaze as cold as a cicada in winter, her voice filled with doubt, “Brother, are those two things above your head what they call ‘Divine Favored Seals’?”

Chu Xisheng looked up.

It was also his first time seeing such things, and he found them surprising.

“They should be. I already have the Divine Grace of War God Burial Sky and Warlord Li Tan on me. After entering the Time Secret Realm, it’s only natural that I am one of their people.”

He spoke with a hint of helplessness.

This was nothing to be happy about.

‘Time Secret Realm’ is an ancient battlefield and also a plaything for Military Gods and War Gods.

They select their Favored from those who enter the Time Secret Realm and use great rewards to entice them to fight each other within the realm.

The ultimate victor will receive the deities’ rewards, and the more Favored ones slain during the period, the greater the rewards.

The entire realm is like an arena of Ancient Rome, with them, the Favored, as the gladiators for entertainment.

Chu Xisheng noticed that of the two marks, the war axe was golden-red, and the single eye was silver-white.

This indicated the weight of Chu Xisheng’s Divine Grace.

Any deity’s Favored who killed him would receive a great reward.

Zhoou Liangchen sheathed his sword at this time as well, shaking his head slightly, “I’ve heard that only the most powerful individuals in the Secret Realm can receive the Divine Favored Seals. However, the disciples of the Formless Divine Sect mostly receive the Divine Favored Seals of ‘Tai Chu Xuan Nu’ and ‘Quan Beichen’.”

This was the more troublesome part.

‘Tai Chu Xuan Nu’ and ‘Quan Beichen’ were both mortal enemies of ‘Burial Sky’ and ‘Li Tan.’

A large portion of these two Ancient Gods’ Favored were Chu Xisheng’s sect mates.

“That doesn’t really matter,” Chu Xisheng’s eyes grew cold, “We’ll cross that bridge when we get to it.”

Qin Muge was also a Favored of ‘Burial Sky.’

How did she behave when she entered the Time Secret Realm in the past? All who dared to draw a blade against her, whether they were sect mates or not, were completely slaughtered!

Chu Xisheng could well follow in her footsteps.

At this moment, he had once again flapped his wings, flying to the top of the tree canopy, casting his gaze in all directions.