King Eye

Zhao Feng’s eyes lit up. This was the first person he had met after the Pursuit of Death that could see that he had the Cursed Words of Death on him, and the person even saw it at first glance.

Zhao Feng couldn’t help but be slightly expectant; it seemed like he had found the right person.

If nothing else, the Sage at least knew about the Cursed Words of Death.

However, when the Sage spoke, his expression was solemn.

"Sage, you seem to know about the Cursed Words of Death?" Zhao Feng couldn’t help but ask.

The Sage was silent for a moment as if contemplating. A long time later, his eyes, which seemed to have gone through time, looked toward the sky, "The Cursed Words of Death originates from the number two race of the Ten Thousand Ancient Races, the Ancient Shaman Race, and the price of activating this skill is death. The stronger the user, the more terrifying its power. When the experts of the Ancient Shaman Race used this in the Ancient Era, even Gods with a bloodline of the Ten Thousand Ancient Races weren’t able to survive."

Hearing that, Zhao Feng’s heart shook. It seemed as if the Cursed Words of Death was more terrifying than he had expected. Even Gods with a Ten Thousand Ancient Races bloodline weren’t able to survive; no wonder his Mystic Ice Scaled Race bloodline was also weakening.

"The Ancient Shaman Race is almost completely extinct in the Fan Universe, but there are still people who research their techniques. Although the power of their skills might not be as strong as when they’re used by the Ancient Shaman Race, they’re not to be underestimated."

Speaking up to there, the Sage looked curiously at Zhao Feng.

"The Emperor of Death," Zhao Feng said.