The Professional Rankings, in twelve volumes, each bearing the name of my lord.

Albert leaped out of the crater, his hammer weapon raised above his head, which began to crackle with purple arcs of electricity, accompanied by faint rumbling sounds.

The evil-minded Song Gua tilted his head and looked at Albert, who was once again gathering king-level power.

But then he moved his feet, and all that remained on the spot was a wisp of black mist that hadn't yet dissipated.

Hammer Nashabi's eyes widened like copper bells.

"What kind of speed is that? What kind of trick is Mr. Song Feng hiding?"

When Song Feng takes this form, the Dao will begin to operate.

After Jie Dao arrived in this era, it evolved into a kind of Daoist practice.

Daoist techniques are a higher level of power that spiritual warriors can cultivate after martial arts and spiritual arts, starting from the realm of the Overlord.

Generally speaking, Taoist techniques are similar to a passive ability; once mastered, they will be in constant operation.

Just like the evil thought of Song Gua's conclusion, once he appears, the power of all his clones will be superimposed on Song Feng.

However, Jiedao also has the ability to use it actively.

If you use it voluntarily, then...

Hammer-Na-Shabi stared even wider at Song Feng, who conjured metal out of thin air, shaped a giant iron hammer, and wielded a cannon hammer.

"When did Mr. Song Feng learn my moves? I didn't teach him. Did he steal my skills?"

Not only that, Hammer Nashabi then saw a series of martial arts and spiritual techniques that he had diligently practiced over the years, such as Silver Radiance Fixation, Heavy Hammer Spark, and Iron Hammer Mount Tai.

Hammer is certain that this is definitely not stealing someone else's technique.

There's no reason why someone could steal some of his tricks that he doesn't usually use.

"It's like..."

A cloud of white mist drifted from behind Hammer Nashabi. Mist Bro used the white mist to conjure a pair of large lips and spoke to Hammer Nashabi.

"Stop guessing! Don't you know about the unifying power of our Chinese ancestor, Emperor Song Gua?"

"Ah... actually, that's what I was thinking just now, but if that's the case, then Mr. Song Feng is Song Gua, right?"

"Don't ask me, we don't even understand it ourselves right now."

The power that the evil thought Song Gua has gathered at this moment is not just the thousands of clones and the hammer that idiot.

Anyone whose level of cultivation is lower than that of Xie Nian Song Gua and who is within the scope of the Dao-binding effect will have their power borrowed by Xie Nian Song Gua without their consent.

Even if one's realm is higher than that of the evil-minded Song Gua, as long as the difference isn't too great, one can still borrow it by force.

Although it is called "borrowing", the person being borrowed does not actually feel anything and does not lose any power.

Near the execution platform were Nizhedaiz, who was also at the Overlord Realm, and thousands of dwarf warriors of varying levels of cultivation.

At this moment, the realm that Xie Nian Song Gua has accumulated is already approaching the realm of a king.

Although his level of attainment is still not as high as Albert's, what he has accumulated through his cultivation is not just his level of attainment.

Strength, speed, reaction, resilience, martial arts, spiritual techniques, and more—all are combined!

Even if Albert's level of skill surpasses the sum of everyone present, his physical attributes such as strength and speed cannot possibly exceed the sum of everyone else's.

Therefore, faced with the storm-like attack of the evil Song Gua, he was as bewildered as a small boat in a giant wave.

Once the evil thoughts of the Song hexagram begin to accelerate, Albert can no longer see where people are.

Only in the places where the evil thought of Song Gua passed could one see some residual black mist.

With its overwhelming speed, the evil thought Song Gua would occasionally slap him, kick him, or give him a blow, then distance itself and reappear in another direction, repeating the cycle endlessly.

Albert wasn't so badly beaten that he lost his bearings; he couldn't find anyone.

The lightning that had accumulated in the hammer in his hand could not find a target to release and was about to explode in his own hand. In anger, he swung it wildly in all directions.

"Crackling sounds!!"

The city area near the execution platform was transformed into a sea of ​​purple lightning, and the violent thunderous power leveled all the buildings.

Many dwarfs were also affected in these houses, turning into puddles on the ground under the terrifying power of the lightning.

The commotion was significant, but it didn't even touch a hair on the head of the evil thoughts of Song Gua.

"Song Feng! You're pretty fast, aren't you? Why aren't you moving faster? Once the other princes arrive, you'll be caught without a trace!"

Although the evil thought Song Gua was very fast and powerful, the spiritual techniques it used were also extremely powerful.

But each attack on Albert caused negligible damage.

No matter how many times Albert was hit, he could still float in mid-air and unleash his attacks at will.

Seeing that Song Feng wasn't leaving, Hammer Nashabi anxiously said to Brother Wu beside him.

"Quick, tell your boss to stop playing around! Prince Albert is wearing a golden armor set forged by our dwarves—it's a divine artifact! I don't think Mr. Song Feng's attack will have any effect on it. Let's use the speed difference to escape!"

Brother Wu conjured up a bitter face.

"Our boss won't listen to us, especially this boss."

"This boss? How many bosses do you have?"

"We can't even count them ourselves, we're so confused..."

"..."

Albert saw that Song Feng was moving too fast, and even he, a king-level expert, couldn't see him clearly.

I'm worried he'll use that speed to escape.

That's why I said that on purpose, trying to provoke Song Feng.

I thought this clumsy attempt to provoke him wouldn't work.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he finished speaking, Song Feng stopped moving at high speed and stood in the sky less than a hundred meters away from him, surrounded by black mist.

Even if Xie Nian Song Gua were to accumulate a bunch of realms and reach the theoretical King Realm cultivation, he still could not become a King Realm cultivator.

Because the accumulation of realms through Dao connection only increases cultivation level and cannot change the essence of the realm.

Therefore, Song Feng was still at the ninth level of the Innate Realm at this time. He could not fly. The fact that he was hovering in the air was naturally due to Magnet Brother's ability, as he was standing on something.

"So you've finally shown your face? Stop running around like that?"

With a wicked grin, Song Gua smirked as he looked Albert up and down.

Albert felt a chill run down his spine from the look in his eyes, but the thought of possessing a divine artifact and being a king gave him confidence.

"Song Feng, everyone says you might be the reincarnation of Song Gua. If that's true, I might as well tell you."

To be honest, we dwarves no longer care what you did to our ancestors on the battlefield of the ten races a thousand years ago. If you're willing, why not join us and welcome the arrival of the gods?

Unlike demons and angels, dwarves have an excessively long lifespan.

It's possible that the current rulers of the Angel race were bullied by Song Gua in the Ten Races Battlefield.

Of course they hold grudges.

But dwarves, like humans, live for at most a hundred years.

Over the course of a thousand years, it has been passed down through countless generations.

In addition, given their naturally easygoing nature, they didn't care about the events of the Ten Clans Battlefield, and no one even bothered to remember them.

Evil Thoughts Song Gua: "Hehe..."

"How about it? Didn't one of you humans, Zhang Beihai, say that humanity is destined to lose to the Celestial Race?"

Although you won a thousand years ago, you only won against those few divine races. Even so, you lost your life and all your wealth.

Now, the army of gods is approaching. How can you possibly withstand them all by yourself?

Surrender is the best option.

Evil Thoughts Song Gua: "The equipment... is not bad..."

Albert looked down at his golden armor. "Hmm?"