Chapter 1720 - 1721: I've Always Been Arrogant Anyway
Yang Fei's face revealed a slight smile.
He didn't expect that so many old friends would come to the Dragon Chant Temple.
The group of people at the foot of the mountain was none other than the Wolf Clan people who had broken free from the Black Forest.
Leading them was Mr. Bei.
Magic Wolf Mercenaries, world-renowned, ranked among the ten great mercenaries, are the terrorists most feared by countries around the globe.
This group comes and goes like the wind, ruthless in their actions, never giving anyone face.
Any enemy daring to block their way would be torn to pieces.
However, Magic Wolf Mercenaries suffered a great loss in the Black Forest.
Yang Fei trapped them in the desert using the Will of the World; if not for Yang Fei's timely rescue, they would have faced annihilation.
At this moment, someone recognized the identity of these strong figures, and exclamations rang out.
"Magic Wolf Mercenaries have arrived, these demons!"
"Never thought Magic Wolf Mercenaries would be interested in Dragon Chant Temple."
"Everyone, prepare for battle. These guys never follow reason."
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With the exclamations, the crowd began to stir.
Some withdrew their weapons, while others held guns at the ready.
Just then, over twenty Magic Wolf experts rushed up to Yang Fei.
Everyone was extremely nervous, watching these ferocious figures with wary eyes.
However, the next scene left everyone dumbstruck, unable to speak.
Mr. Bei looked at Yang Fei excitedly, respectfully knelt down, and kissed Yang Fei's feet.
"Dear Mr. Yang, I never thought we would meet here; truly heaven's arrangement."
Other Wolf Clan experts all knelt on the ground, just like Mr. Bei, kissing the earth below.
Their expressions were extremely devout, as if monks encountering the Buddha.
At this, many in the crowd widened their eyes, finally crying out.
The invincible, infamous Magic Wolf Mercenaries were so deferential to Yang Fei — a shocking turn that no one expected.
Even Yang Fei didn't expect Mr. Bei to be so courteous, making him feel a little embarrassed.
Yang Fei lifted Mr. Bei, smiling.
"No need for formality, sir, with you like this, I'm unsure of what to do."
Mr. Bei bowed his eyes and stood up respectfully.
"The Wolf Clan will never forget Mr. Yang's life-saving grace."
Saying this, Mr. Bei glanced at the distant Mount Everest, bowing slightly.
"Mr. Yang is also interested in Dragon Chant Temple? We Wolf Clan are willing to serve you loyally."
Yang Fei waved his hand dismissively, speaking softly.
"That's unnecessary. However, the Heavenly Secret Sect is complicated, and no one knows what we'll encounter."
"I hope everyone can unite and face the crisis together. Even if fighting separately, at least do not fight each other.
Mr. Bei nodded, but his eyes glanced at the many experts around.
He said coldly, "Mr. Yang is right."
"But we're used to acting alone as Magic Wolf Mercenaries and not accustomed to cooperating with others. Please forgive us, Mr. Yang."
"However, just one word from you, and Magic Wolf is willing to give our lives for you to repay the life-saving grace from the Black Forest."
"The words of the Alliance Hierarch, Magic Wolf remembers by heart. To him, I promise: if others do not offend us, we will not offend them. Live and let live."
Yang Fei knew the rules of the Wolf Clan, roaming the world, never involving others.
He didn't force the matter, nodding, "That's best."
Suddenly, an immense aura enveloped the void.
Yang Fei felt a sudden shift in his heart, Turtle Extreme swiftly rotating, issuing warnings.
At that same moment, a fierce, vast killing intent pricked his skin, making his hair stand on end.
Yang Fei accelerated the Nine Extremes, calming the killing intent within.
His gaze was peaceful, looking far away, speaking lightly.
"Which friend is visiting? Since you're here, please show yourself. Why hide?"
Right then, a piercing chilling laugh came from the northwest direction.
Simultaneously, a dark silhouette in the air turned into a shadowy figure, directly charging at Yang Fei.
Under the daylight, the figure wore a large cloak, moving like lightning, the black robe fluttering, resembling a flying bat.
Yang Fei had barely blinked when this figure reached his face.
The mouth uttered an eerie laugh.
"Since you provoked our Immortal Race, you should know our rules; prepare to die."
While speaking, three-inch-long nails buzzed, aiming for Yang Fei's chest.
In a flash, Yang Fei saw the person's features clearly, extremely handsome, much like Augustus.
Bang!
A muffled sound, a vast force came from Yang Fei's left.
The turbulent power erupted, fierce winds raging, forming a wave-like terrifying shockwave, smashing towards the person's head.
The person was greatly startled, retreating swiftly.
Yet, though fast as lightning, the powerful force swept him, flipping one somersault, crashing from mid-air.
Not far away, Nuannuan slowly retracted her small fist, pouting a bit disdainfully.
"Can't even handle one punch from the Witch Master yet dare sneak attack Uncle — bold of you!"
The person never imagined a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl could unleash such formidable power.
He rolled on the ground and stood up, howling loudly.
"What's so great about the Wu Clan? Had it not been for last time's mishap, our Immortal Race would have trampled your Ancestral Altar long ago."
Nuannuan wasn't angry, lazily glancing at the fellow.
"If you're bold, try coming to our Witch Ancestral Altar again and see the result?"
The Wu Clan was fragmented, each battling alone, scattered like sand this past decade.
However, since Nuannuan assumed the Witch Master position, working tirelessly, the Wu Clan has transformed significantly.
The fellow covered his left cheek, seemingly wanting to hide his face, laughing coldly.
"You think we're afraid?"
Mr. Bei snorted, waving his hand.
Behind him, over twenty Wolf Clan experts immediately spread out, surrounding the guy.
The person saw himself surrounded by Wolf Clan people, sneered coldly.
"Even the Wu Clan will trouble our Immortal Race? Truly don't know the heights of the heavens!"
While speaking, his eyes rolled around.
His face shadowed by the cloak's dim light, its outline unseen, yet his mouth's canine teeth visible like a jackal's.
Mr. Bei shook his head, sighing deeply.
"I don't intend to be enemies with the Immortal Race, but if you wish to harm the benefactor, don't blame me for being unkind."
The person turned to look at Yang Fei, gritting his teeth.
"This man troubles me and our Immortal Race, humiliates my brother; how should we account for it?"
Yang Fei chuckled lightly, sighed languidly.
"Count it however you like, pal; I've long been arrogant and lazy to change it."
"You..."
The person nearly exploded with anger.