Conferred Gods: Start with a Phoenix clone

Chapter 1785 You must be sweating buckets, bro?

"Junior is so impudent!"

A voice, like a murmur, rang in the ears of the elites of the three races.

Kong Xuan saw a bone claw gradually enlarging in front of him. The opponent was not fast, and Kong Xuan had plenty of time to dodge. However, the power of hatred made him hate the demon god in front of him to the bone. It seemed that all the suffering he had endured since birth was due to this person. Instead of retreating, he advanced. The five-colored divine light changed from illusory to real, turning into a heavy hammer and striking the chest of the demon god of hatred.

The five-colored divine light vanished without a trace just three inches in front of the Demon God of Hatred, while the Demon God's bone claws easily pierced through Kong Xuan's protective magic treasure, and the eighteen peacock feathers were rapidly disintegrating.

Just before the bone claw was about to pierce Kong Xuan's body, a melodious bell rang out.

With a soft clang, Kong Xuan felt the hatred in his bloodline vanish instantly, and he withdrew from the "high" state. He retreated rapidly, and the water-elemental black light in the Five-Colored Divine Light transformed into lightning. He controlled the lightning and, at the critical moment, used the secret technique he learned from the Thunder God to successfully escape, instantly reaching tens of thousands of miles away.

The Demon of Hatred had little interest in such a "minor character," and only used 30% of his strength in the battle. He didn't care that the enemy had run away; he looked to the other side.

"Brother Kong, leave this guy to me."

Deng Chanyu wore a moon-colored long dress, her hair was tied up in a high bun, and she held a small bronze bell in her right hand. A measuring ruler floated in the auspicious clouds above her head.

She hasn't used the Chaos Bell or the Measuring Ruler for many years, so they're useless against ordinary enemies.

This time, facing the Chaos God, he once again fought alongside his old comrade.

Knowing that his test was over, Kong Xuan concealed his sharp edge and respectfully stepped aside.

Deng Chanyu sized up this demon of hatred.

This guy looks unfamiliar; he probably didn't participate in Pangu's "Take Your Life 3000" event. He's a demon god born after the creation of the world.

Judging from his appearance, he is quite powerful. His hatred for heaven and earth can even slightly affect Deng Chanyu. However, the separation of the three progenitors of the Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin clans has greatly weakened him, which is good news.

"You should be able to understand what I'm saying, right? As long as you promise me to give up your control over the bloodlines of the Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin clans, and then leave the prehistoric world, I'll let you go, how about it?" She was still making her final negotiations.

She figured she could use the tactics of treating people to meals, beheading them, and then accepting them as lackeys, since she wouldn't lose anything anyway.

Unfortunately, the Chaos Gods are often controlled by their own Dao, which is of course a matter of their respective understanding.

The primordial sage believed that maintaining one's true self while simultaneously mastering the Great Dao was the true mark of attaining the Primordial Chaos.

The living environment of many Chaos Gods was undoubtedly much harsher, with constant fighting among themselves. This forced them to pursue greater power, and they were even willing to abandon their true selves for it.

The two sides made different choices.

Without the slightest hesitation, the God of Hatred shook his arms, and the backlash within the numerous dragon elites intensified by three times, sending a large amount of their essence blood flying into the sky to be absorbed by the God of Hatred.

The addition of some bluish-gray bits of flesh to the stark white bones made it look even more eerie.

The voice of the Demon of Hatred reached her ears: "Do you dare lay a hand on me? Can you bear such a great sin?"

Deng Chanyu looked over, and the Demon God of Hatred did not stop her, allowing her to see freely.

Then, endless transparent bloodlines left Changxia and entered the primordial world. At this moment, many people, gods, and immortals with the bloodlines of the three races connected with the God of Hatred.

Deng Chanyu also saw Wuyun Xian of the Jie Sect among them. This Golden-Bearded Ao Fish seemed to have absorbed some of the dragon bloodline to strengthen his own Dao heart, and his current form should be considered a Golden Dragon Ao Fish, or simply Golden Dragon Fish.
The snakes like Bai Suzhen, the birds like the Azure Phoenix, and many beasts of the primordial world—tracing their bloodlines, one can see traces of the three races' bloodline. Now, all of these have become weapons of the Demon God of Hatred. Their fates are intertwined; one's glory is the other's glory, and one's loss is the other's loss.

They are connected by blood, and if the Demon God of Hatred falls, these beings will also perish with him.

He asked again in a sinister tone, "You, a Primordial Grand Luo Golden Immortal from the Great Chaos, dare to come and kill me?"

Deng Chanyu said nonchalantly, "What's there to be afraid of? It's just a trivial skill."

She glanced at the Ancestral Dragon Palace, the Undying Volcano, and the Qilin Cliff. Xiao Wu was guarding the Ancestral Dragon Palace with the Four Heavenly Masters, Yunxiao was personally overseeing the Undying Volcano, and Daji was visiting the Qilin Cliff with her Yin soldiers.

As long as these three unlucky souls, who are closely connected to the bloodline of the God of Hatred, don't show up, there's nothing to be afraid of.

Instead of using the powerful Heaven-Opening Axe, Deng Chanyu used the Phoenix's Crimson Sky Sword, instantly arriving at the right side of the Demon God of Hatred. A flash of fire appeared, and a palm-sized piece of flesh was missing from the Demon God's right arm.

"Isn't it possible to connect with all living beings through blood ties? Show me how you do it."

Countless spatial barriers severed the connection between the demon god and all living beings in the primordial world. This guy clearly rose to the top through hatred, yet he foolishly tried to play with bloodlines. It was utterly stupid.

The Demon of Hatred realized that its "hostage" had not worked, and immediately roared in anger, launching a fierce and relentless attack on Deng Chanyu.

With great speed and strength, hatred caused His power to surge in an incredible way.

With a flick of her finger, Deng Chanyu conjured up a maze larger than Changxia.

The Demon of Hatred sensed her location in an instant, ignoring all spatial barriers, and rampaged through the maze. Judging from its appearance, the power of hatred had no upper limit.

The spatial maze was completely shattered. After only thirty-odd moves, Deng Chanyu could no longer keep up with her opponent's speed. A black shadow flashed past her eyes, and the next instant, the Crimson Sky Sword was broken. She herself was hit by a heavy punch, and her Primordial Body was severely injured. She coughed up blood and collapsed to the ground.

Just as the Demon of Hatred was laughing wildly, everything before his eyes seemed like a bubble, rapidly disintegrating from the center outwards.

"What is this?" The Demon of Hatred looked around in astonishment.

Just then, Kong Xuan had fled tens of thousands of miles away, while the Primordial Chaos Grand Luo Golden Immortal was watching him leisurely.

The Demon of Hatred no longer possessed the flesh and blood that grew from the essence of the dragon race; everything seemed to have returned to how it was not long ago.

"Is this all the tricks you have? Nothing special!" The Demon God of Hatred reignited his anger and launched a frenzied attack on Deng Chanyu.

Deng Chanyu still couldn't withstand His ability to infinitely increase power. She was defeated after more than thirty moves. Her Crimson Sky Sword was broken again, and she coughed up a mouthful of blood once more.

After that, everything returned to the point in time when Kong Xuan had fled.

After two consecutive major outbursts, the Demon of Hatred showed signs of fatigue that were imperceptible to the naked eye.

Everything has its limits, and hatred is no exception.

Deng Chanyu laughed and said, "You're all sweaty, aren't you, little brother?"

(End of this chapter)