The Golden Elixir is A Star, and You Call This Cultivation?
Chapter 468 - 211 New Battle Plan _2

Chapter 468: Chapter 211 New Battle Plan _2

He even threw away his jade communication slip, fearing his old friend might dissuade him and he would then back down.

Came to drink this time, money for the drinks?

Fuck it!

He was going to die anyway, so was he supposed to assassinate Zhang Feng. Couldn’t he enjoy a free drink one last time?

Soon, he finished three jars of wine: "Boss, isn’t it buy three get three free?"

"Coming up!" The owner quickly brought three more jars of wine. The old tavern keeper had a bright smile, indicating some happy event was about to happen.

"Boss, something good is about to happen?" God of Thunder couldn’t help but ask.

God of Thunder really wanted to say, as soon as he assassinated Zhang Feng, it would be a double celebration.

Most citizens of the mortal realm despise the Evil God.

As for a traitor like Zhang Feng, he was universally condemned behind his back.

"A great event." The tavern-keeper glanced at God of Thunder, "Haven’t you worshipped the new god?"

"Haven’t! How could this old man worship that son of a bitch, the new god?" responded God of Thunder liberally.

Upon hearing this, the tavern keeper sighed in relief.

Anyone who called the new god a son of a bitch definitely wasn’t on the new god’s side.

"The sky of Cai Country... has changed."

"Huh?" God of Thunder, holding a wine bowl, froze mid-air.

"Zhang Feng is dead."

"What?" God of Thunder was shocked.

He was preparing to assassinate Zhang Feng, now you tell him Zhang Feng is dead?

Looking at the bewildered God of Thunder, the tavern keeper chuckled: "Not long ago, a voice from the sky announced the execution of Zhang Feng. Whoever stood in the way would die.

Then many ancient Gods rushed to Cai Country and killed Zhang Feng.

After the killing, these people just took off.

As a result, the leader of the Evil God’s Camp retaliated with a full-force strike, which was stopped by those ancient gods.

Now, those ancient gods have fled, probably to the north."

The tavern keeper pointed in a direction: "Those ancient gods came from that direction, and after killing the person, they returned in that direction."

God of Thunder was completely bewildered.

Who stole his kill?

Are there such impressive figures in this fallen area?

"Such a righteous god ... I admire." God of Thunder was a little stunned.

The person he wanted to kill was murdered by someone else, and he was somewhat confused.

"Zhang Feng is dead, we commoners finally vented our anger!" The tavern-keeper had a joyous look on his face.

Clearly, for the citizens of Cai Country, Zhang Feng was a national disgrace.

In the fallen region, such a satisfactory event was very rare.

These ordinary people were walking on thin ice.

Who knew when they might get caught up in some feast of child sacrifice or something else?

After all, in the eyes of the Evil God, they were merely captive food, desirable and delicious.

"That righteous god is truly a courageous being!

Traveling long distances, killing a god, leaving indifferently, bearing no regard for life or death!" The owner praised exaggeratedly.

God of Thunder, hearing this, was stunned.

This praise should have been for him.

Even his kill had been stolen!

God of Thunder regretted it and was temporarily without a target.

Should he... go and check out the Evil God’s Camp?

God of Thunder was exasperated at the ancient god who had killed Zhang Feng, saying that he had no integrity!

It was he who wanted to kill him first.

"That righteous god, is indeed an amazing god.

After he killed Zhang Feng, he yelled at all the people in the city, promising to host them a feast next time.

Ha ha... eating Zhang Feng’s feast, I wonder if this old man will have a chance in this life." The innkeeper said, smiling.

God of Thunder was stunned: "What! A feast!"

The word "Feast" is a long-forgotten memory of God of Thunder.

Or perhaps, he had heard it only a few times in his life.

Coming to QingShui Village, the word he heard most was "feast".

Now he heard it again, he was shaken.

Could it be... the ancient god who killed Zhang Feng was Qi Yuan!

Impossible!

Wasn’t that kid still in his purple mansion stage?

Wasn’t he still in his ancestral land?

Even if he broke through to the True God stage in the ancestral land, he couldn’t have killed Zhang Feng so ostentatiously or stood up to a major god’s strike.

No matter how he looked at it, the matter was outrageous.

However, this style of doing things really resembled that kid.

Suddenly, God of Thunder recalled something, the direction the innkeeper pointed out... wasn’t that the direction of the Lishan country?

Once he thought of this, he was rocked internally.

Could it really have been that kid?

He was filled with disbelief, and wanted to pull out his communication jade slip to ask, but remembered he didn’t have it with him.

Just as he was about to enter his dream domain to ask a question, someone in the group said,

"Sir Lishan, are you there? I want to ask you something!"

"Huh, God of Thunder, you are back!"

"God of Thunder, was the ancient god who detached eight legends during his dreaminess yesterday your disciple?"

"God of Thunder, where are you right now? I found the thunderwood you asked for the last time."

As soon as he finished, God of Thunder was stunned.

Why did the people in the group suddenly greet him?

Eight legends, what does that mean?

Who had dreamt of eight legends?

His disciple?

He was totally puzzled.

Could it be...

A terrifying thought surfaced in his mind.

Finally, Sir Lishan appeared: "God of Thunder, you’re still around? Great, you... better go back quickly."

In the group chat, Sir Lishan did not divulge much.

As for the matters of God of Thunder and QingShui Village, they needed to be kept secret so the Evil God would not discover them.

After all, those eight legends had not yet matured.

If they were exposed, the Evil God’s army might just annihilate them in their cradle.

Upon hearing Sir Lishan’s words, God of Thunder had countless questions.

He wanted to ask more, but considering the presence of other ancient gods here, he suppressed his doubts.

Quitting the group chat, God of Thunder rubbed his brows, reflecting on something: "Eight legends... was it him?"