Chapter 1719 - 1720: Self-Styled God
The blond young man was taken aback, seeming accustomed to the worship of mortals.
He listened to Yang Fei's words, and instead felt a bit unresponsive.
Yang Fei put his hands on his hips, looking at the guy with a stupid expression.
"I've only ever kneeled to heaven, earth, and my elders; I've never kneeled to some pretty boy who's still growing his hair."
The blond youth raised his eyebrows, his sharp fangs showing at the corners of his mouth, and said coldly.
"If you don't kneel, I'm afraid you'll never have the chance to again."
"Oh, really? Do you believe I can charge you with intimidation?"
Yang Fei sneered, the corners of his mouth drooping.
Based on his experience, this so-called Duke Augustus was probably just a second generation rich kid who hadn't seen much of the world.
Sure enough, Augustus shouted furiously and suddenly rushed towards Yang Fei.
Among the Ancient Six Clans, the Immortal Race was known for their speed.
Yang Fei's vision blurred briefly, and Augustus was already in front of him, reaching for his throat.
His fingernails, which had somehow appeared, were three inches long, like daggers.
If he were to grab hold of Yang Fei's throat, several large holes would likely appear.
Yang Fei snorted softly, lazily snapping his fingers.
Suddenly, a thick and solid space formed in the surrounding void, trapping Augustus within.
Elephant Prison!
When it comes to confining a person's form, Elephant Prison is even more formidable than the True Martial Forbidden Area.
This divine skill was silent and soundless, yet even a True Martial Master could fall victim to it if not careful.
Augustus never expected that with just a snap of his fingers, this guy could trap him in the void.
He struggled hard, his pretty boy face filled with horror.
Yang Fei watched Augustus with a smile, as if looking at a little white mouse in a cage, and everyone burst out laughing.
"Bringing humiliation upon himself, this little guy is simply reckless, daring to make a move against Leader Yang."
"His speed is fast, but not enough to withstand a flick of Leader Yang's finger."
"Teach him a proper lesson, let him know how high the sky is and how thick the earth is!"
...
Listening to the public's discussion, Yang Fei lightly kicked Augustus's Pi Gu.
Augustus flew away like a ball that had been shot with great force.
At that moment, Mad Blade maneuvered his body midair to catch up with Augustus.
With a rapid series of Inch Punches, his fists and feet descended like a violent storm, pounding Augustus's body.
Bang!
Augustus fell directly to the ground, like an abandoned rag doll.
His pretty boy face was bruised, with many bones broken by Mad Blade, unable to even crawl up.
At this, the four guys kneeling on the ground all gaped in shock.
They deeply knew the terribleness of Augustus.
Yet, in the hands of this ordinary human, Augustus didn't even last one move.
It's one thing for Augustus to lose to Yang Fei.
What's infuriating is that Mad Blade took advantage to strike, leaving Augustus beaten like a dead dog.
This group of experts actually went two against one, utterly shameless.
In fact, from Mad Blade's perspective, a fight only divides into victory, defeat, life, and death.
Concerns of shame or shamelessness can be entirely ignored.
Everyone watched Mad Blade's decisive and swift moves, and immediately cheered with thunderous applause.
Mad Blade, smug and pleased, clasped his hands to thank the heroes.
Augustus struggled to stand, his eyes almost popping out in disbelief.
In the Immortal Race, his status was exalted, always considering himself a deity.
Augustus never imagined being beaten like this by several ordinary people.
"You... you wait, I will definitely not let you off."
Augustus fiercely pointed a finger at the crowd, his face full of murderous intent.
After speaking, he dared not linger, joining the four strong men, hastily rushing down the mountain.
Behind Augustus, a group of Immortal Race's strong follows closely, retreating quickly.
Everyone laughed loudly, watching this self-proclaimed god, scurrying away like a defeated dog, stirring uproar.
Even a strong opponent couldn't be bothered to rejoice in dealing with such a small monster.
Yet Yang Fei was smug and proud, feeling no shame, rather honored.
After all, Yang Fei had long since conflicted with the Immortal Race; this little guy posturing before him deserved a beating.
At that moment, Three Swords, responsible for vigilance, let out a long whistle, indicating more visitors had arrived.
Yang Fei and Xue Mingtai exchanged glances, both rushing to higher ground to view the mountain below.
Down the mountain, about twenty people were rushing up, their figures swift as lightning.
All the strong were taken aback.
This group of people was by no means comparable to Augustus.
Each one's Essence Qi was like wolf smoke, soaring into the sky, their Qi-Blood immensely strong.
Yang Fei squinted his eyes, identifying the leading figure, and couldn't help but pause.
A mischievous smile appeared on his face.
"That girl also came, it seems the Dragon Chant Temple visit is getting more lively."
Xue Mingtai gazed into the distance, noticing among the arriving people, leading was a young girl,.
She had braids adorned with colorful ribbons.
Meanwhile, the girl wore a long dress, with countless silver bells hanging from it, jingling melodiously, appearing both charming and vivacious.
The person was none other than the new Witch Master Nuannuan.
From a distance, Nuannuan spotted Yang Fei, joyfully pounced over, unabashedly embracing him.
"Uncle, we meet again."
Yang Fei looked at this little girl's delighted appearance, feeling a warmth in his heart.
Feeling Nuannuan's soft body, he couldn't help but shrink a bit, tapping her head lightly.
"Little girl, haven't seen you in a few months, you've finally grown up."
Nuannuan hugged Yang Fei, jumping and laughing, not listening to Yang Fei, just continuously cheering.
"It's so nice, uncle, we've met again, I missed you so much."
Yang Fei felt a bit awkward facing Nuannuan's enthusiastic embrace.
Turning his head, he saw a group of people including Zhu Rong approaching.
Zhu Rong, Ju Mang, Gonggong, and a dozen Wu Clan experts all bowed respectfully to Yang Fei.
"Mr. Yang, good to see you again."
These old foxes knew of Nuannuan and Yang Fei's relationship, observing politely, without directly looking at Yang Fei.
This group of folks, while respectful, shared suggestive looks among themselves.
To these Wu Clan experts, if anyone in this world deserved Nuannuan's hand, it was Yang Fei.
This powerful man, not only shared life and death with Nuannuan, but also deep bonds in trying times.
Most importantly, his strength and background could provide a haven for the Wu Clan.
This is crucial for the Wu Clan.
As the Wu Clan met Yang Fei, drumming sounds filled with wartime vibes rang out suddenly.
A squad of about twenty top warriors dashed upwards like wolves and tigers, as swift as the wind.
This group of warriors exuded a fierce military aura.
Even as they moved, they maintained a piercing charge momentum.
Moreover, their mutual cover and collaboration was seamless and murderous.
Only soldiers who survived countless battles could possess such spirit.
Almost all strong persons braced themselves, staying vigilant.
This group of warriors was dreadfully ferocious, causing everyone to be on guard despite no sign of hostility.