King of Gods Chapter 1585 (END) - Reunion

Outside, the onlookers were left in shock. No one could have foreseen that Zhao Feng, merely at the initial-level Star Origin Realm, would advance so far.

“Zhao Feng has actually beaten Hua Tianfeng!”

“What’s impressive about that? He depended completely on automatons, arrays, and special items!”

“He was just fortunate! Against the Tenth Prince or Young Master, those gimmicks wouldn’t have worked!”

Zhao Feng’s approach to this stage didn’t win him many admirers.

The already-eliminated participants erupted in chatter, though deep down, they brimmed with jealousy. Given the same tools, they too could have reached this far.

Only Huo Qingfeng, Blood Spirit, and the pair of servants kept their calm smiles. They understood that once Zhao Feng chose to join this competition, triumph was assured.

Inside the trial space, having triumphed over Hua Tianfeng, Zhao Feng turned his gaze elsewhere.

The Tenth Prince had vanquished his opponent, linking his platform with Young Master Wei’s. The duo now clashed in a breathtaking showdown.

Among all the prodigies, the Tenth Prince and Young Master Wei stood as the most exceptional. Regrettably, they wouldn’t contest the ultimate finale.

Boom! Bang! Crash!

Golden dragons intertwined with azure radiance, mutually obliterating on the platform.

Though both the Tenth Prince and Young Master Wei were middle-level Divine Transformation experts, their displayed might approached the pinnacle of that realm.

As a royal scion, the Tenth Prince wielded vast resources and secret techniques. Flanking him were two bizarre dragon-alligator hybrids, brimming with brutal physical power and ferocity. His dragon-engraved golden saber ranked as a Heaven-level middle-class divine weapon.

Naturally, Young Master Wei hailed from no humble background. Two massive dark-golden automatons guarded him like twin hills, absorbing the brunt of assaults.

This pet-filled, automaton-laden, divine weapon clash left viewers dazzled and on edge.

Though not the concluding bout, the crowd was certain the winner here would claim final victory.

“You’re the mightiest rival I’ve encountered, yet your loss is fated!” the Tenth Prince bellowed, his locks whipping wildly as his golden saber unleashed draconic energy torrents.

Young Master Wei retreated behind his automatons, letting them bear most of the Tenth Prince’s strikes. Yet his automatons were now severely battered, one even demolished by the onslaught.

“Dragons Howl at the Nine Heavens!” the Tenth Prince thundered, his frame surging with might as he swung his saber.

A colossal ferocious golden dragon roared forth, encased in a raging tempest. The Tenth Prince’s beasts struck simultaneously.

Young Master Wei crushed a jade talisman, erecting a scaled blue barrier around himself. Ultimately, it crumbled under the Tenth Prince’s barrage, hurling him off the platform.

Thus concluded this brilliant showdown of top contenders.

Just two platforms remained. The Tenth Prince’s spanned far wider than Zhao Feng’s, owing to his three battles.

“I never imagined you’d be my final adversary.” The Tenth Prince wore a haughty, disdainful expression.

Zhao Feng’s success in the prior trials had profoundly impacted him, yet the Tenth Prince believed he could utterly dominate in direct combat.

Brrrooom!

The platforms converged at the center, merging fully. The championship duel had commenced!

Clutching his golden saber, the Tenth Prince charged ahead, materializing before Zhao Feng and unleashing a surge of golden draconic power.

Boom! Bang!

The golden surge battered the blue barrier, making it quake as if about to break. Meanwhile, Zhao Feng’s automatons found themselves overpowered by the Tenth Prince’s pets.

Zhao Feng appeared utterly helpless at that moment. Once the array fell, defeat would follow.

Numerous outside experts sighed with emotion. They had anticipated this end. Zhao Feng’s arsenal shone against initial-level Divine Transformation foes but proved futile against the Tenth Prince.

Inside the array, Zhao Feng stood stock-still like an eternal boulder.

“Worthy of the Tenth Prince indeed! Looks like I must unleash everything!” Zhao Feng abruptly grinned.

Swish!

With a flick of his wrist, four crimson array banners materialized, embedding within the blue barrier to form a secondary array. Zhao Feng summoned two additional peak Divine Transformation Realm automatons, plus over a dozen metal orbs in his grasp.

“What? You’ve got even more… you spineless turtle!” The Tenth Prince gaped, then bellowed in fury.

He assumed Zhao Feng had revealed all, but his foe had held back. Powerless against it, the Tenth Prince seethed.

“Kill!” The Tenth Prince targeted a peak Divine Transformation automaton first. Stronger than his pets, it threatened to slay them without his aid.

“Called me a cowardly turtle, did you?” Zhao Feng smirked slyly.

Thwish!

A metal ball launched from his hand.

“Damn!” The Tenth Prince swiftly evaded.

“Explode!” Zhao Feng commanded, and the nearing ball burst into a fiery surge.

“Mere parlor trick!” the Tenth Prince sneered coldly.

Boom! Bang!

Golden radiance pierced the flames, scattering them.

Those metal balls might injure initial-level Divine Transformation foes at best. Against middle-level ones like the Tenth Prince, especially with armor, they barely scratched.

Zhao Feng grinned and hurled three more metal balls.

Boom! Bang!

Freshly slicing through the prior flames with seething energy, the Tenth Prince faced three incoming orbs before he could retort.

Boom! Bang!

Endless blasts echoed, flames sweeping the platform. The trio of explosions partially overlapped.

“You…! Will your gadgets never cease!?” The Tenth Prince felt choked.

This rascal lurked in his array, pelting him with balls, leaving him helpless. Unfazed by them individually, he couldn’t endure ceaseless barrages.

“Not quite yet,” Zhao Feng replied solemnly.

Too indolent for personal combat, he’d prepared abundant tools beforehand.

Swish…

Three additional metal balls hurtled toward the Tenth Prince.

This round, he opted to dodge.

But the follow-up left him stunned and gaping. Zhao Feng swept his hand, unleashing nearly twenty metal balls that blocked all retreats.

Hwooooom!

They detonated en masse, engulfing the platform in inferno.

Flames dissipated, exposing the Tenth Prince. His garb hung in shreds, unveiling his inner flexible armor. His once-handsome visage was soot-smeared like a beggar’s, hair a tangled nest.

He resembled no prince; even guards wouldn’t know him.

“Zhao Feng…!” the Tenth Prince roared in rage, glaring murderously.

“Craving more? Help yourself. Plenty remain—I’ll bestow them all!” Zhao Feng magnanimously flung over a dozen more.

The Tenth Prince’s wrathful countenance drained pale. He genuinely dreaded this tactic.

Boom! Bang! Crash!

Relentless explosions rocked the platform, forcing the Tenth Prince to scamper like a cur, bereft of regal poise.

“Damn it! You leave me no choice!” The Tenth Prince’s features twisted savagely.

Uncertain of Zhao Feng’s remaining balls, unable to breach the double arrays swiftly, he resorted to his ultimate ace. Confident it would reverse the tide.

Cling! Crack!

A dragon talisman emerged in the Tenth Prince’s palm, which he promptly shattered.

Upon breaking, a massive spectral dragon manifested, its aura subjugating all life. “Perish, Zhao Feng!” the Tenth Prince howled.

This jade dragon talisman, a lifesaving gift from his imperial father, unleashed a soul strike lethal to middle-level Imperishable Realm experts.

Boom!

The golden dragon tore through both arrays, invading Zhao Feng’s body. The Tenth Prince observed with a smirk.

Zhao Feng smirked too.

In the soul dimension, the golden dragon wielded overwhelming force to shatter Zhao Feng’s soul. Yet Zhao Feng’s frail-seeming soul exploded outward, transforming into a colossal dreamy eye.

As this eye fixed on the dragon, its arrogance evaporated; it collapsed, pleading mercy.

The dreamy eye pulsed, radiating inconceivable dread.

Boom! Bang!

In under half a breath, the golden dragon pulverized.

“Why no effect? He ought to be gone….” The Tenth Prince fixated on Zhao Feng.

Abruptly, Zhao Feng eyed the Tenth Prince with a chilling grin.

Whoosh!

A hand wave sent over a dozen metal balls soaring.

“Impossible!” The Tenth Prince’s thoughts reeled, but flight consumed him.

“Where to!?” Zhao Feng kept launching balls.

“Zhao Feng, we’ll be eternal foes!

“Ah, you cowardly turtle!

“Zhao Feng, dare to face me openly if you’ve got spine!”

Soon, the Tenth Prince lacked even voice to yell.

Boom! Bang!

Drained and lacerated, the Tenth Prince was hurled from the stage.

Agony and shame warped his face. A fair fight loss would sting less; this manner galled him deeply!

Outside, the audience numbed. Zhao Feng never budged from start to end, yet the Tenth Prince dodged frantically until expulsion. Many pitied the prince’s cruel fate, his gross unfairness.

After an age, the Lu Clan patriarch rose, declaring, “Zhao Feng takes first place this round!”

He hesitated post-announcement. Even he hadn’t predicted this twist. Utterly astonishing—so many elites, toppled by an initial-level Star Origin Realm.

Swish!

Twin white light pillars descended on the plaza, silhouettes gradually forming within.

One sat cross-legged on the floor; the other charred utterly, stripped of pride, heroism, draconic aura.

Other youths instinctively retreated from Zhao Feng; Hua Tianfeng paled in terror. With the Tenth Prince so thrashed, his prior mercy felt blessed.

Zhao Feng rose, smiling as he approached.

“Hmph!” The black-robed elder beside the Lu Clan patriarch snorted icily.

A royal household member escorting the Tenth Prince, he fumed at Zhao Feng’s antics tarnishing the royals.

Then, Zhao Feng locked eyes on the elder.

The elder’s soul quivered instantly. It felt as if a paramount being peered down, piercing every secret.

Having daunted the elder, Zhao Feng turned to Lu Fei’er and Lu Qin’er.

They gazed back at him.

Victorious Zhao Feng could propose marriage, irrefusable.

Oddly, despite his inferior cultivation, he seemed profoundly familiar, stirring baseless fondness—like prior acquaintance.

“Lad, which daughter of mine will you choose?” The Lu Clan patriarch chuckled.

With Zhao Feng set as son-in-law, disgust absent, curiosity abound.

Lu Fei’er and Lu Qin’er eyed Zhao Feng. Unbeknownst, they were captivated, eager for his choice.

“I desire… both!” Zhao Feng grinned sheepishly.

Silence blanketed all, eyes bulging. Rules permitted but one proposal!

Defeated prodigies raged at Zhao Feng’s audacity and shamelessness.

Lu Fei’er and Lu Qin’er flushed, stunned.

“Are you two agreeable?” Zhao Feng disregarded the uproar, querying the sisters.

His eyes swirled with dreamy glow, mirroring into their souls undetected by common warriors.

Chaos erupted around.

“Rules allow the victor one proposal, unrefusable! Proposing two breaks it!”

“Heh, one alone binds her, but two lets them refuse!”

“Exactly! Why would the fairies fancy this brat? Rejection certain!”

Vanquished geniuses jeered, anticipating Zhao Feng’s mortification.

Long silence followed.

United, the fairies voiced: “I am willing!”

The world hushed, breaths audible.

Lu Fei’er and Lu Qin’er rose, dashing into Zhao Feng’s embrace.

The crowd reeled as from thunderstrike, craving head-banging despair. Even their father, the Lu Clan patriarch, froze like stone.

“Father, we consent!” the sisters pivoted, declaring. Past-life memories restored, mutual will trumped all dissent!

Then, Zhao Feng’s four servants approached, betrothal gifts in tow.

Thus, the union sealed.

Word raced to Southcloud City. Zhao Clan elites never dreamed Zhao Feng’s outing yielded marriage to the Lu Clan’s twin prodigies.

Southcloud City blazed with lanterns and banners, streets alive with revelry. All knew today wed Zhao Feng to the Lu Clan genius daughters.

In the bridal chamber, Zhao Feng beheld his stunning brides, beaming.

“Last life, no wedding for you two. This life, post-nuptials, we roam the world!” Zhao Feng felt slight nerves, boundless joy.

Liu Qinxin and Zhao Yufei flushed nervously, their allure deepening Zhao Feng’s adoration. Sipping nuptial wine, veils lifted, he leaned for a kiss…