C680 Divine Race Prince

Feng Yu was slightly shocked by the number of sons. Was there really someone in this world who had countless sons?

It was really an eye-opener.

After Long Zixuan finished talking, she suddenly thought of a possibility. She couldn’t help but widen her eyes and said, “Then, is he here for the treasure that is about to appear in Ning Province?”

It seemed that this was the only possibility.

Long Zixuan looked at her eyes and said with appreciation, “Little Feather is so smart. You’ve thought of the main point so quickly.”

Feng Yu…

It seemed that she had thought of this long ago, but she didn’t say it. She took a long detour.

She pursed her lips and said, “If his goal is really this, then he’s our enemy.”

She had been waiting in Ning Province for a long time. She was determined to get the treasure that was about to appear.

However, Shen Yu was the Prince of the God Race. He had come to a remote place like Ning Province. He was determined to get it.

If that was the case, they would definitely fight against each other.

Long Zixuan’s expression didn’t change. She said gently, “Alright, Little Feather. Don’t think too much. He and we are destined to not be friends.”

Shen Yu was a bad person among the Prince of the God Race.

He didn’t want to be friends with this person, so he didn’t care whether he was an enemy or not.

Feng Yu looked at him thoughtfully and said, “Long Zixuan, since you recognize Shen Yuzhen, why doesn’t he recognize you?”

Long Zixuan recognized Shen Yuzhen at first glance, but he never showed any intention of recognizing Long Zixuan from the beginning to the end.

Or rather, he might be pretending. He knew Long Zixuan, but he pretended not to know him.

“Because of the difference in age,” Long Zixuan said casually. “I met him once more than ten years ago. At that time, he was already like this, but I was only three or four years old. So, I naturally recognized him, but he didn’t recognize me.”

He was three or four years old, so there was a big difference between him and now. Therefore, how could Shen Yuzhen connect a milk baby to his current appearance?

Besides, that person probably wouldn’t think that the Crown Prince of the Emperor Dragon Race would be in a low-level place like the Northern Wilderness.

Feng Yu squinted her eyes. According to what Long Zixuan said, Shen Yuzhen wasn’t pretending. He really didn’t know Long Zixuan.

However…

She looked at Long Zixuan and said, “I still don’t quite understand the difference in age.”

What kind of difference in age could make Shen Yuzhen look like this more than ten years ago?

Long Zixuan curled his lips and said in a low voice, “Little Feather, Shen Yuzhen is already hundreds of years old.”

As for how old he was, he wasn’t sure.

That was why he looked like he had lived for hundreds of years.

Feng Yu looked at him in surprise and said, “What? Hundreds of years old?”

Long Zixuan nodded and said, “That’s right. God Aotian’s oldest son is already thousands of years old.”

So, what did it matter if God Aotian was hundreds of years old? He was one of the oldest sons of God Aotian.

Feng Yu still looked like she had been struck by lightning. She couldn’t imagine that the man who looked like he was in his twenties was actually hundreds of years old.

And he was thousands of years older than his big brother.

What a crazy world.

She looked at Long Zixuan in confusion and said, “How old are you?”

He didn’t look like he was an old monster who was hundreds of years old or thousands of years old, right?

Although she knew that the possibility was almost zero, she still wanted to confirm it.

What was she looking at? Long Zixuan’s eyes dimmed and he said coldly, “I’m nineteen years old.”

Feng Yu let out a sigh of relief, but then she felt that he was too abnormal. His cultivation wasn’t at all like a nineteen year old.

“Long Zixuan, if you fight God Aotian, who’s stronger?”

Although she knew that Long Zixuan’s combat power was abnormal, God Aotian was a prince who grew up in the God Race, and he wasn’t someone that she had met before.

Furthermore, it was a Prince of the God Race who was hundreds of years old. Long Zixuan was only nineteen years old. There shouldn’t be any chance of winning against him.

Or maybe it was already good enough that he didn’t lose too badly.

Feng Yu, who had always been confident in Long Zixuan, didn’t feel confident this time.

Long Zixuan looked at her with his eyes and said meaningfully, “It’s hard to say. Although Shen Yuzhen isn’t talented, he has cultivated for hundreds of years. Time can make up for some of his talent. On the contrary, I lack time.”

He was only nineteen years old, so what he lacked the most was time.

With his talent, if he had hundreds of years, he would be able to replace those ancient almighty figures and take over half of the world.

Furthermore, it wasn’t impossible for him to rule the world.

Unfortunately, he didn’t have that much time.

Even this answer was enough to shock Feng Yu. She sighed and said, “It’s a good thing that your father only has you as his only son. If he was like Shen Aotian and had a son like you, I’m afraid your Emperor Dragon Clan would be able to rule the world.”

She wanted to say the entire universe, but she knew that Long Zixuan couldn’t understand it, so she changed it to the entire world.

If there were a few more sons like Long Zixuan, the Emperor Dragon Clan would be able to dominate the entire universe.

Long Zixuan snickered and said, “Little Feather, you’re thinking too much. Having too many sons isn’t necessarily a good thing.”

For example, the God Race had so many sons and each of them had the bloodline of a God Emperor. However, the God Race wasn’t that strong.

On the contrary, their sons only knew how to fight amongst themselves and kill one another.

They didn’t even need to fight, and the God Concubines they instigated also formed groups to fight with them. The entire God Race was in chaos.

Even if God Aotian had the ability to control the heavens, he wouldn’t be able to suppress this situation.

Or maybe he was too lazy to care and let his sons fight amongst themselves.

Between father and son, there was no love at all. He disdained this situation the most.

Feng Yu looked at his deep expression and nodded. “Alright, you’re right. There are too many sons, but it isn’t good to scheme against each other.”

However, it wasn’t necessarily true. There would always be a certain quality when there were too many of them.

Long Zixuan reached out and touched her head as he said softly, “You said that God Yuozhen’s gaze was weird. Maybe he sensed the same Emperor bloodline from you, so he felt weird.”

The descendants that had the same Emperor bloodline could sense each other.