Express Delivery, Elven Talent

Boom!

The enormous Thunder Bear was sent flying with a thunderous crash. Its massive body smashed through countless giant trees. Even with a life energy level close to that of a Tier Three Star Beast, the Thunder Bear was now dizzy and disoriented.

Several of its ribs had even broken. Lightning coursed across its hundred-meter body, and then it threw back its head and roared, charging out once more amid endless bolts of lightning!

But before long, terrifying energy burst outward. This time, however, it wasn't the Thunder Bear that went flying, but its head.

Feng Xiao dispelled the armor and spear formed from his Divine Sense, then tossed the Thunder Bear crystal in his hand and smacked his lips with a broad smile.

If you sold all the materials from an ordinary Tier Three Star Beast, you'd get at most two or three thousand Star Points.

The materials from the magical beasts here might not be worth much, but the Life Crystals they yielded were worth far more than what ordinary Star Beasts could provide.

This one in Feng Xiao's hand, for example, would fetch at least twenty thousand Star Points.

"Phew... I'm currently more than fourteen thousand kilometers from the Star Origin. If I go another six thousand kilometers deeper, I can head back to the Star Origin." Feng Xiao rose into the air, then shot off into the distance!

"The Demons have caught up!"

The elves were graceful and elegant, with stunningly beautiful faces, but they were now in a sorry state. Many were wounded, and the demonic runes on their armor—which looked like works of art—had been completely shattered!

The elf with golden hair and violet eyes held a young elf in her arms. A long gash across her back was deep enough to expose bone!

Even so, she remained resolute as she looked at the frail girl in her arms.

The other two elves turned around in unison. They drew their exquisite platinum-colored longbows to full draw, and green markings appeared on their foreheads as a vast amount of natural energy gathered.

The powerful arrows, condensed from pure energy, vanished in an instant. A thunderous roar of energy followed, and a thousand-meter-tall tree seemed to come alive.

It whipped its thick, massive branches about. The natural energy it had accumulated over countless years surged forth, and the resulting destruction made the earth around it tremble.

The two elves quickly caught up with the group. "We've used up the last two Tree-Born Arrows, but the Ancient War Tree we awakened should be able to hold them off..."

Before she could finish, countless black-red flames erupted, and the violent fire energy instantly destroyed several Ancient War Trees!

A powerful presence bore down on the seven High Elves. A three-meter-tall Demon appeared, its face twisted, its body covered in black armor and spikes!

The violet-eyed elf gripped her sword. Her gaze swept over the flames gathering around the Demon's fists, and she was immediately overcome with helplessness.

The other six elves also looked despairing.

Elemental manifestation... A Saint-level powerhouse...

"High Elves... You actually dared to steal our Demon goods. Then I'll sell all of you as slaves, too!"

The Demon powerhouse bared its fangs in a sinister grin.

The title of one of the three peak races meant nothing against the Demons. Though the Demons seemed to be one of the ten great races and couldn't match the peak races, their military strength—or rather, the number of their powerhouses—had long since reached the level of a peak race. The only reason they weren't considered one was that their population was small, with no one left to handle everyday work like production and farming.

Thus, the entire Demon Race consisted of plunderers, its forces made up of countless raiding organizations. Selling slaves was one of their main "business activities."

They were powerful fighters to begin with, and their unusual form of society meant they naturally feared no High Elves.

They were lawless and cruel.

Of course, they didn't dare provoke every race. They wouldn't lay a hand on the Dragon Race, at least.

To be precise, it wasn't that they didn't dare. They simply couldn't win.

Dragons were born at Tier Nine, reached Saint-level in their youth, and became Epic-level upon reaching adulthood.

Most importantly, the Dragon Race was small in number, and every newborn dragon was precious. So all underage dragons gathered on Dragon Island.

They stayed there until they reached adulthood or attained Epic-level, then left Dragon Island to scatter across the continent.

There was no chance to join forces and capture them.

Besides, the Dragon Race was even more mobile than the Demons. A single dragon was the equivalent of an army.

The High Elves were the most expensive peak race to sell—and the easiest to capture.

There was no other reason: they greatly outnumbered the other two, and they had only one Legendary powerhouse, who had no time to deal with the Demons.

The elves glared at the arrogant Demon, gritting their teeth.

The Demon powerhouse stretched out a hand, and hundreds of meters of black-red flames swept toward them.

Rumble!

The flames suddenly vanished. The Demon powerhouse froze for an instant, then its whole body slammed into the earth.

"Such fair skin... No, so many packages!"

The elves were stunned, staring in bewilderment at the Demon, which seemed pinned down by something and could only struggle weakly.

Then they witnessed a sight they would remember for the rest of their lives.

Feng Xiao descended from the sky, his entire body glowing with a faint golden light. His terrifying mental pressure silenced every sound around them.

His pale golden eyes, filled with utter indifference, regarded them without the slightest emotion.

He was like a god!

In truth, the divine quality made manifest in his aura—the expression that seemed to look down on everything—was just a passive effect of his Divine Sense.

His thoughts were still his own.

For example, right now...

Why don't the High Elves have Life Energy Crystals in their bodies?

What's with that tattoo?

Did I lose out?

Should I still kill them?

Huh?

This Demon actually has a Life Energy Crystal inside it, and it's more potent than the one from a magical beast of the same level!

Feng Xiao's gaze passed over the Demon powerhouse, who was on the verge of death, and his face lit up with delight.

Well, that was a nice surprise!

"They are..."

His gaze shifted back to the elves, and his cold voice echoed in their minds.

The violet-eyed elf answered respectfully, "He's the third-in-command of a major Demon slave-trading organization, the Skyflame Demon Chamber of Commerce. He's a mid-Saint-level warrior."

"A Demon slave-trading organization?"

Feng Xiao cast a discreet glance at the violet-eyed elf's long, snowy-white legs and ample curves, then asked in confusion.

"Yes. They mainly sell large numbers of rare magical beasts and valuable slaves. They don't have a permanent base; their caravan is their headquarters.

"They're currently stationed in that direction. Their temporary camp should be easy to find."

The violet-eyed elf looked up, her beautiful face full of reverence.

With such a powerful divine aura, he was likely a Legendary powerhouse with the talent to approach godhood!

On the Autses Continent, strength reigned supreme!

That was true even for the High Elf Race, which disliked war. In fact, they revered the strong even more—especially Legendary powerhouses.

Their caravan was their headquarters?

Feng Xiao was delighted. A slave-trading organization run by a race so skilled at plundering would have plenty of assets, and they were all right there with the caravan.

If he killed these Demons, the spoils would certainly be plentiful. And he might even find some rare treasures.

"Good. What's your name?"

"My name is Elsa, sir."

"Good. Wait here for now." With that, Feng Xiao turned and charged in the direction of the slave traders.

The faint golden glow around him grew brighter.

Elsa watched Feng Xiao disappear into the distance, her eyes flickering as she wondered what he was thinking.

"Your Highness... Are you all right?"

After taking the little High Elf girl from her, the elf beside her asked with concern.

"I'm fine... Do you think it's worth becoming the attendant of a Legendary powerhouse with a divine aura?"

"Huh?"

Feng Xiao was also a little interested in Elsa.

Not because of her looks, but because the Heart of Dawn had flagged her as a talent. Anyone who could trigger a response from the Heart of Dawn had at least Epic-level talent.

The problem was that this was a native world, and she had never encountered the stars.

Besides, she was a demi-human, not a pure human. He didn't know whether the Star Sea Alliance had any laws governing this.

"Forget it. First, I'll wipe out the chamber of commerce in front of me!"

Feng Xiao let out a long cry and launched a fierce attack on the massive camp, now clearly visible in the distance!

His terrifying Divine Sense ripped up hundreds of meters of earth and hurled it at the enormous camp. At the same time, countless strands of Divine Sense formed a spear.

It hurtled toward the two strongest life signs he could sense.

Rumble!

With almost no resistance, the camp—spread across tens of thousands of meters—shook violently. The forest floor cracked apart layer by layer, and countless Demons died instantly.

"What audacity!

"Whoever you are, you're as good as dead today!"

An enraged roar echoed through the surroundings.

"This package is pretty mouthy!"

Divine Sense blanketed the entire slave traders' camp. With overwhelming force, Feng Xiao killed every Demon except the two leaders!

The flesh and blood of tens of thousands of Demons exploded almost simultaneously.

The scene instantly became a vision of hell.