You said you would practice martial arts. Have you mastered the Tiangang Dharma?

Chapter 210 [Black Hawk] Peak Moment
Time passed by, and three days were over in a blink of an eye.

On this day, [Feng], with a scabbard on his waist, came to the front of the Beixue tribe. Green wings spread out behind him, helping him to stand in the air. Thousands of monsters surrounded him, flapping their wings and overlooking the dilapidated Beixue tribe camp.

Originally, the vast territory of the Beixue tribe had been completely devoured by the demons of Hantian Cliff, leaving only three buildings in the core area still resisting stubbornly. However, in just three days, the demons of Hantian Cliff failed to cross the outermost city defense line of the Beixue tribe.

Even though the city wall had been breached with countless holes, a large section of the houses behind had collapsed, and a raging fire was burning, there was still a young man holding a wizard's staff standing at the gate of the Beixue tribe, looking up at the demons in the sky.

He casually sprinkled the blood on the end of the wizard's staff and glanced at the purple-robed monster at his feet that looked neither human nor sad.

With a bang, a skeleton staff lying in the shadow of the city gate was kicked out and rolled out of the boundary of the Beixue tribe's city wall.

Seeing this scene, all the demons in the sky were horrified and their feathers trembled.

The one who just died was none other than the Great Shaman Priest who had followed the orders of the Chosen Demon Lord [Wind], the core demon who had lived for thousands of years. As a key figure in Hantian Cliff, he was truly able to command all the demons and could be called the hub of Hantian Cliff.

If we break it down by bloodline, the many demon tribes in Hantian Cliff are not actually the same tribe, but they all benefited from their ancestors and were brought together under the command of a great witch who could connect with the Demon King who once lived in Hantian Cliff.

Without the Great Witch Ceremony, no one would be able to guard the demon heritage of Hantian Cliff, and it would be difficult for the leaders of the several major demon tribes to unite.

But this is all history. The legacy left by the powerful demon ancestor, the Demon King [Cang], has been completely inherited by the Chosen Demon [Feng]!
And the most shocking thing is that [Feng] is the witch priest of this generation of Hantian Cliff. Throughout the history of the Northern Realm, this is the first time that a chosen person or a chosen demon has held such a position!

Unwillingness is one thing, and no one wants to stay in the barren northern border. For them, this place is just a trial.

But more importantly, the Chosen One does not actually have a soul belonging to the Northern Realm, and cannot obtain the recognition of the ancestors' will. Naturally, he cannot communicate with them or draw on their power.

[Feng] did it. He inherited the legacy of his ancestors easily and successfully won their recognition. He obtained a part of the authority that only the Great Witch Priest could master. Now he is ready to lead the entire Hantian Cliff to swallow up Beixue!

"[Wind] Wuji, the previous generation of Wuji is dead, what should we do now?"

[Black Hawk] slowly flapped its wings and hovered beside [Wind]. His huge body was slightly curled up, his neck was bent, and his voice was low.

There is actually no essential difference between the shamans, priests and priests of each tribe, but the way they call upon the power of their ancestors is very different.

Without fighting, no one knows who is stronger and who is weaker.

The Hantian Cliff witch priest who left the root of inheritance was unable to defeat the witch priest stationed in front of the gate of Beixue tribe.

The situation just now caused the Beixue tribe to be struck by several thunders, and the houses were on fire. The heavy snow within a mile radius was blown away by the strong wind, revealing the ugly ground.

Seeing such a scene, it is inevitable to feel palpitations.

"The previous generation of priests has died, so you can go now."

Suddenly hearing this cold voice, [Black Hawk]'s sharp beak swelled slightly, and his eyes widened: "Me?" "From the moment this witch borrowed the so-called ancestral power, his body has been at the end of its strength. His seemingly young physical condition is just a last gasp of his strength reaching its peak."

[Feng] spoke calmly, with a hint of teasing in his eyes: "That ancestral power gave him abilities far beyond this era, but it also eroded his body and soul. Every time he attacked, it was an irreversible consumption.

To put it simply, he is just a container of ancestral power. There are only two endings for him. One is that he is corroded into ashes by the ancestral power. The other is that the ancestral power is exhausted and nothing can sustain his life which melts like a candle flame.

The first result requires too long a wait, by which time the new vessel might have adapted to the power of the ancestors. Now I only want the second result, otherwise something bad might happen."

As soon as he finished speaking, [Black Hawk] suddenly felt an extremely strong feeling of being pushed, as if a storm that had been accumulating for tens of thousands of years was blowing from the Frost Sky Cliff, sending him to the peak of his life!

"Wow—"

The sound was like thunder, the wind pressure covered a thousand meters, and the trees lay low.

[Black Hawk] was shocked to find that his soul was burning like a torch, and wonderful power was infused into his body, with the momentum of thousands of rivers returning to the sea condensed between his claws!
The wild winds of this world are at my disposal!
When he thought of this, [Black Hawk]'s eyes turned red and he was pushed out of the demon camp by the strong wind. He stood alone and looked down at the shaman of the Beixue tribe.

This feeling and momentum are very similar to the state of the previous generation of shaman priests when fighting against the enemy. It is a power that only that position can access!

But isn’t the new witch priest of Hantian Cliff the Heaven-chosen Demon Lord [Feng]? !

He looked back in surprise and happened to meet Feng's gaze. The sharp eyes were like a king dominating the world, and he was the undefeated general.

Suddenly, the other party's steady voice rang out from the depths of his soul: "[Black Hawk], I have bestowed upon you the power of our ancestor [Cang] Demon King. After this battle, your name will be recorded on the third line of the Frost Sky Monument, alongside all the witch priests who have fallen in the history of Frost Sky Cliff."

This sudden power was actually bestowed by [Wind]?
How many unknown ancient methods does he possess!

[Black Hawk] was secretly shocked, but his blood was boiling. He nodded to show his loyalty, slowly turned his head, and looked down at the current witch of the Beixue tribe: "In order to see your name written on the Frost Heaven Monument with your own eyes, you must die today no matter what!"

If I only have the power of a mid-level demon, which is equivalent to a human warrior in the Iron Flesh Realm, then I would indeed avoid it like the plague.

But now I have the power equivalent to that of a witch priest, can't I kill an old guy who is about to die? !

"The wind is coming——"

With a shout, all the demons in the sky suddenly lost control and were blown away in all directions. Even the [wind] made his clothes rustle. He almost escaped. He frowned, twitched the corner of his mouth, and said nothing.

As if realizing that the force of this move was too fierce, [Black Hawk] raised his beak but had no intention of stopping. He could only try his best to avoid hurting [Wind] and not angering the other party.

As for the other monster tribes, are they worthy of the promise made by Lord [Feng] to leave his name on the third line of the Hantian Monument?
At that moment, the wind and clouds changed color, the dirt and rocks on the ground were swept up to the sky, the accumulated snow gathered into a tornado, and a huge storm formed in front of the Beixue tribe. Every time it expanded, the ground it touched was three feet shallower!
(End of this chapter)