Express Elf Talent

BOOM!

The massive Thunder Bear was sent flying, its gargantuan body shattering countless giant trees. Even with a life energy level nearing that of a Tier 3 Star Beast, the Thunder Bear felt dizzy and disoriented.

With several ribs broken, lightning crackled across its hundred-meter frame. It threw its head back and roared, charging forward once more amidst an endless surge of electricity!

However, a moment later, a terrifying burst of energy scattered into the air. This time, it wasn't the Thunder Bear that flew out, but its severed head.

Feng Xiao dispersed the armor and spear formed by his Divine Sense, tossed the Thunder Bear crystal in his hand, and smacked his lips with a wide, satisfied grin.

If one were to sell all the materials from a standard Tier 3 Star Beast, they would fetch at most two or three thousand Star Points.

But here, even if the Demon Race beasts' physical materials weren't particularly valuable, the life crystals they produced were worth far more than those of ordinary Star Beasts.

Take the one in Feng Xiao's hand, for instance; it would sell for at least twenty thousand Star Points.

"Phew... I'm currently over fourteen thousand kilometers from the Star Origin. Another six thousand kilometers deeper and I can head back." Feng Xiao hovered into the air and shot off into the distance!

"The Demon Race has caught up!"

The High Elf, with her elegant figure, refined temperament, and breathtakingly beautiful face, was in a state of utter disarray. Many of the elves were wounded, and the magic runes on their armor—which looked like works of art—had been completely shattered!

The golden-haired, purple-eyed elf cradled a young elf in her arms, a long, deep gash on her back exposing bone!

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

Two elves behind her turned simultaneously, drawing their exquisite platinum-gold longbows to their full extent. Green patterns emerged on their foreheads as a vast amount of natural energy converged.

Powerful arrows condensed from pure energy vanished in an instant. A massive, thunderous roar erupted as the thousand-meter-tall trees seemed to come alive.

They thrashed their thick, massive branches wildly, the natural energy accumulated over countless years surging forth. The resulting destruction caused the very earth to tremble.

The two elves quickly caught up with the squad: "The last two Tree-Born Arrows are spent, but the activated Ancient War Trees should be able to hold..."

Before they could finish, countless black-red flames erupted violently, the raging fire-type energy instantly incinerating several Ancient War Trees!

A powerful aura crashed down upon the seven High Elves. A Demon, three meters tall with a hideous face and a body covered in black, spiked armor, descended!

The purple-eyed elf gripped her longsword, her heart sinking as she scanned the flames gathering on the Demon's fists.

The other six elves were also filled with despair.

Attribute manifestation... A Saint-tier powerhouse...

"High Elves... to think you dare to steal goods belonging to our Demon Race. Then we shall reduce all of you to slaves and sell you off!"

Baring his fangs, the Demon powerhouse sneered.

The reputation of being one of the three peak races meant nothing to the Demon Race. Although the Demon Race was only ranked among the ten strongest races and could not contend with the peak races, their military strength—or rather, the number of their powerhouses—had long reached the level of a peak race. It was simply that their population was small, lacking the manpower for production, agriculture, or other labor.

Consequently, the entire Demon Race consisted of marauders, and their power structure was composed of countless raiding organizations, with slave trading serving as their primary 'commercial activity.'

Already possessing formidable combat prowess and a unique social structure, they naturally did not fear the High Elves.

They were lawless and cruel.

Of course, there were races they dared not provoke; at the very least, they dared not touch the Dragon Race.

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

Dragons were born at the Ninth Rank, entered the Saint-tier during their youth, and reached the Epic-tier upon adulthood.

Most importantly, the Dragon Race was few in number, and every newborn dragon was a treasure; thus, all underage dragons were gathered on Dragon Island.

They would not leave the island to scatter across the continent until they reached adulthood or the Epic-tier.

There was simply no opportunity to capture them through coordinated efforts.

Moreover, the mobility of the Dragon Race was superior to that of the Demon Race; a single dragon was equivalent to an entire army.

The High Elves were the most expensive and easiest peak race to target.

There was no other reason than the fact that their numbers were far greater than the other two, and they only had one Legendary powerhouse who was far too busy to deal with the Demon Race.

The elves gritted their teeth as they stared at the arrogant Demon.

The Demon powerhouse reached out, and hundreds of meters of black-red flames swept forward.

Rumble!

The flames dissipated instantly. The Demon powerhouse froze for a split second before his entire body was slammed into the earth.

"So white... ah, no, so much express delivery!"

The elves were stunned, staring in bewilderment at the Demon, who seemed to be pinned down by something, struggling and twitching in vain.

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

Feng Xiao, his body radiating a faint golden halo, descended from the sky. A terrifying mental pressure silenced every sound in the vicinity.

His indifferent, pale golden eyes watched them without a flicker of emotion.

He looked just like a god!

In truth, this external manifestation of emotional detachment—that supreme temperament of looking down on everything—was merely a passive effect of his Divine Sense.

He thought what he thought, regardless of the circumstances.

For instance, right now...

Why did the High Elves not have life energy crystals in their bodies?

What the hell was that tattoo?

Had he been ripped off?

Should he just slaughter them anyway?

Huh?

This member of the Demon Race actually had a life energy crystal inside, and the energy was even more potent than that of a magical beast of the same rank!

Feng Xiao's eyes swept over the dying Demon powerhouse, and his joy was immediately evident.

Well, well, a pleasant surprise!

"What are they..."

His gaze returned to the few elves, his cold voice echoing within their minds.

The purple-eyed elf replied respectfully, "He is the third-in-command of the Skyflame Demon Chamber of Commerce, a large-scale Demon slave trading organization, and a Saint-rank mid-stage warrior."

"A Demon slave trading organization?"

Without leaving a trace, his eyes flicked over the purple-eyed elf's long, snow-white legs and proud figure as Feng Xiao asked in confusion.

"Yes, they primarily sell large quantities of rare magical beasts and precious slaves. They have no fixed base; their caravan is their headquarters. Currently, they are stationed in that direction, and the temporary camp they've built is quite easy to spot."

The purple-eyed elf looked up, her beautiful face filled with reverence.

Such intense divinity—he was likely a legendary powerhouse with god-like talent!

On the Autses Continent, the strong reigned supreme!

Even the High Elf race, which disliked war, was no exception; they worshipped the strong even more, at least those of legendary status.

The caravan was their headquarters?

Feng Xiao was instantly delighted. A slave trading organization built by a race so skilled at plunder would surely keep their assets within the caravan.

If he slaughtered this group of Demons, the harvest would undoubtedly be substantial, and there might even be some rare, special treasures.

"Very good. What is your name?"

"My Lord, my name is Elsa."

"Very well, wait here for a moment." With that, Feng Xiao turned and dashed toward the direction of the slave trading organization.

The pale golden halo shone ever brighter.

Elsa watched Feng Xiao as he sped away, her eyes flickering as she wondered what he was thinking.

"Your Highness... are you alright?"

Taking the young High Elf girl, the elf beside her asked with curiosity and concern.

"I'm fine... Do you think it's worth it for me to become a servant to a legendary powerhouse with divinity?"

"Ah?"

Feng Xiao was also somewhat tempted by Elsa.

It wasn't because of her appearance, but because of the talent notification from the Heart of Dawn; anyone who could trigger a reaction from the Heart of Dawn had at least Epic-grade talent.

The problem was that this was an indigenous world, and she had never been exposed to the Star Sea.

Furthermore, she was a demi-human, not a pure human, and he didn't know if the Star Sea Alliance had any relevant laws regarding that.

"Forget it, let's wipe out the trading organization in front of me first!"

Feng Xiao let out a long whistle and charged ferociously toward the massive camp that was already clearly visible in the distance!

His terrifying Divine Sense tore up hundreds of meters of earth, hurling it toward the massive camp, while simultaneously condensing countless strands of Divine Sense into a long spear.

He lunged toward the two strongest life signatures he could sense.

BOOM!

With almost no resistance, the camp, spanning tens of thousands of meters, shook violently. The forest floor cracked and collapsed in layers, and a vast number of Demons died instantly.

"How dare you! No matter who you are, you will die today!"

An angry roar echoed through the surroundings.

"The delivery is quite arrogant!"

His overwhelming Divine Sense blanketed the entire slave trading camp, ruthlessly killing every Demon except for the two leaders!

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

The scene instantly descended into hell.