Chapter 1718 - 1719: Why Not Kneel?
After experiencing the Black Forest, Yang Fei had gained a deep understanding of these cultivation world fragments drifting in space-time.
According to the Yan Ru Scripture's speculation, the cultivation world was countless times larger than the current technological world.
No one knows what happened thousands of years ago.
The cultivation world exploded, countless Cave Heavens and Blessed Lands turned into world fragments and drifted in space-time.
In a certain sense, the current Earth space is just a relatively large fragment of the cultivation world from back then.
Yang Fei's thoughts swirled, gaining a general understanding of the cultivation world of the past.
He just doesn't know what catastrophe the cultivation world went through back then?
Thinking of these, he becomes more curious about the Dragon Chant Temple.
What kind of scene could that Dragon Chant Temple be?
Behind Yang Fei, a group of Evil Dragon Rascal Warrior Kings were all scrutinizing the peak of Mount Everest.
Fan Yi stood perfectly straight, a sharp, absolutely lethal aura emanating from his entire body, even more pronounced.
Mad Blade was wearing a camouflage suit, a Barrett Heavy Sniper resting on his shoulder.
He lazily surveyed Mount Everest, casually indifferent to the supposed perilous nature.
Ghost Wolf's eyes glowed like ghost fire, Long Xia crossing his arms like a Black Panther.
Three Swords lowered his head, staring at his longsword as if pondering something.
Not far away, Shen Feng, Cui Xiang, and others were laughing and joking, pointing around as if they were on vacation.
Further away, Sword Emperor, Feng Yinxue, Jingtian Chuyi, and others all had faint gazes fixed on Mount Everest, expressionless.
At the outskirts of the crowd, countless people were there, all Grandmasters from various factions under Yinxue Tower's name.
The Sect Masters of Xuan Ying Pavilion, Xiaoxiang Hall, Seven Stars Tower, Ink Hall, and other Ten Great Martial Holy Lands had followed Yang Fei to the pinnacle of Mount Everest.
The mysterious Dragon Chant Temple revealed its true form, and the Heavenly Secret Gate opened.
Such Mortal World legends spread to everyone's ears, arousing universal curiosity.
The hundred-odd Martial Arts Masters were almost the strongest of Huaxia Martial Arts, representing Huaxia Martial Arts' Vital Energy.
Yang Fei watched the snowy scene for a while and ordered everyone to rest on the spot.
He decided to rest for half a day before officially ascending the peak from there.
Climbing Mount Everest, to ordinary people, is an extreme challenge exercise.
But to Martial Arts Masters who have broken through Danjin, it doesn't count as anything.
Even Energy Transformation Masters can easily climb to the top without climbing equipment.
Just then, a distant disciple in charge of vigilance sounded the alarm.
The alarm of three long and two short notes made everyone jump up from the snow.
Yang Fei gazed far and wide, the biting wind whistling, snow flying.
In the blizzard's vastness, a team appeared, squirming like ants at the mountain's foot.
And amidst the swirling snow, four human figures rushed over with lightning speed.
Everyone prepared for confrontation, shouting all together.
"Stop!"
"You impolite things, our Leader Yang is here, who dares to act rashly!"
"Intercept them, cripple their legs!"
...
Everyone shouted, and irritable martial artists immediately took action.
The sound of weapons slicing through the air, shouted commands, echoed into one.
However, the trajectories of those few people were incredibly strange.
Often, before a martial artist's attack even approached them, these guys would deftly evade.
All of their attacks fell desolately on empty ground.
Soon, that person charged into the inner zone, less than eight hundred meters from Yang Fei and others.
This immediately drew the attention of several Evil Dragon experts; even Xue Mingtai and An Zichen in the distance stood up.
Yet, at this moment, the four charging guys suddenly halted.
Snow erupted from the ground, splattering outward.
Amid everyone's shouting, Yang Fei had already seen these four guys clearly.
They wore uniform large cloaks, their faces hidden beneath the cloaks' hoods, only revealing two exposed fangs below their lips.
Immortal Race!
Yang Fei furrowed his brow, a group of guys belonging to one of the Ancient Six Clans.
They moved as fast as lightning, scheme insidious and ruthless.
At the Witch Clan's Sacred Land, Li Mingjun had once killed one of their Spiritual Martial Arts Masters.
One Immortal Race member slowly raised his head, a vicious gleam in his eyes.
"The Duke Augustus arrives, mortals kneel and worship."
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone couldn't help but pause, then erupted into laughter.
The peak Martial Arts Masters all consider themselves gods.
But this situation only pertains to ordinary people.
The masters present had almost reached above Core Formation to Divine Communication, with bodies evolved at least three times.
In front of these masters, any guy insisting on being called a god was either a fool or unbearably arrogant.
"Damn it, what does this guy think he is? A god?"
"Foreign devils are clueless, seeing only their limited view, laughable, laughable."
"What kind of person is Augustus, such arrogance!"
...
Everyone laughed and cursed.
Yet the four Immortal Race masters remained like wooden statues, seemingly completely ignoring the crowd's mockery, expressionlessly kneeling on the spot.
Yang Fei shook his head, just about to say something, when suddenly a harsh, chilling aura came from the mountainside.
A figure appeared out of thin air, stepping through the snow without leaving a trace, rushing toward everyone like lightning.
This person's Qi-Blood was strong, even amid the icy and snowy landscape, it burned the skin like a blazing torch.
He rushed over to the four, kneeling down in the same place, yelling loudly.
"Welcoming the presence of Duke Augustus."
This time, people began to be perplexed.
Just now, the four Immortal Race masters were already masters of Core Formation to Divine Communication.
Yet, this fellow before them was a step further, having reached the Half-step Fierce Energy Realm.
To have a master of such caliber submitting to someone was no small feat.
In the near distance, a blond youth meandered up.
His hands were tucked into his pant pockets, his footsteps appearing slow and leisurely, yet actually moving rapidly, quickly arriving before Yang Fei.
The blond youth was extraordinarily handsome, his skin resembling a woman's, shockingly pale, while his lips were glaringly red.
His eyes surrounded by black circles, faintly tinged with blue.
Approaching, glancing at the throngs of mighty figures from Yinxue Tower, he frowned immediately.
"Why don't you kneel before me?"
His finger pointed directly at Yang Fei, anger glinting in his eyes.
The crowd was in uproar.
In the minds of Yinxue Tower's powerful figures, Yang Fei's status was supreme, equivalent to the Martial God of ten years ago.
This guy actually opened his mouth to tell Yang Fei to kneel?
"Damn, this guy is sick, forgotten to take his medicine again."
"Such arrogance from this effeminate punk, what's he about?"
"Looks like a hangman's ghost, I'll beat the crap out of him."
"Everyone quiet, let's see what Leader Yang says."
...
Everyone, though enraged, respected Yang Fei, controlled their emotions as much as possible, all watching Yang Fei's cues.
In the midst of everyone's gaze, Yang Fei chuckled and looked at the blond youth with curiosity.
"Why should I kneel?"