Chapter 1721 - 1722: Paying Respects to Master God
He was already a Half-Step True Martial master; over the years, no one had ever dared to speak to him like this.
This guy is simply courting death.
He gathered all his Qi-Blood and stared intently at Yang Fei.
The Immortal Race excels in speed; if he strikes with full power, there might still be a chance for a one-hit kill.
At this moment, a splash of blood suddenly erupted from the back of the Immortal Race strongman.
Two faint human shadows flickered momentarily and then vanished.
Everyone saw the flash of cold light and the dazzling blade light that bloomed forth.
The Immortal Race strongman staggered forward awkwardly.
Immediately afterward, he felt a chill on his throat.
A gleaming knife suddenly appeared in the void, pressed against his throat.
A figure gradually transformed from a transparent shadow to a solid form, the dagger in hand always pressed against the throat of the Immortal Race strongman.
Amidst the crowd's shock, they watched the assassin morph from the shadow; a chill ran down everyone's spine.
The assassin wore a black tight-fitting outfit, with hair elegantly tied up, and a beautiful, exquisite face.
Her flowing lines and alluring figure were the paragon of beauty.
Her eyes were icy, devoid of emotion, extremely cold, and the dagger in her hand was as stable as a rock, without a hint of trembling.
The Immortal Race strongman's head tilted back in fear.
But the more his head leaned back, the closer the assassin's dagger pressed against his throat.
This person was none other than Ye Mingzhu, one of the Four Great Matriarchs of the Night Clan.
The Night Clan is also one of the Ancient Six Clans, full of masters, and when the Heavenly Secret Sect opened this time, Yang Fei also informed the Night Clan.
The other three Great Matriarchs of the Night Clan did not appear, but many had seen the scene where the Immortal Race strongman was wounded and didn't dare act recklessly.
This group of masters seemed capable of invisibility, hidden in the void, silently assassinating their adversaries.
This magical ability instilled great fear in everyone present.
Beads of cold sweat dripped from the forehead of the Immortal Race strongman.
He had never encountered such a terrifying assassin; had he not given up resistance, he might already be a corpse.
At this moment, an old man's voice came over.
"I heard that among the Ancient Six Clans, there's a Foreign Race called the Night Clan."
"The Night Clan excels in assassination, their innate divine ability is invisibility and concealing their breath; seeing it now, it's indeed well-deserved."
Upon hearing the voice, everyone turned around to look toward its source.
At the nine o'clock direction, five hundred meters away, an elderly man dressed in a tailcoat leisurely walked over.
His demeanor was warm, with a kindly smile, like an old-fashioned gentleman.
Behind the elder, Augustus, with a bruised and swollen face, followed respectfully.
He had bandages wrapped around multiple parts of his body, yet dared not even lift his eyes.
The elder approached, his azure eyes gazed at Ye Mingzhu.
"Miss, I am Hebrew, the current Clan Leader of the Immortal Race."
"I wonder if I could ask you a personal favor and have you let this ignorant fellow go?"
Upon saying this, the crowd immediately roared and exploded like a boiling pot.
The Immortal Race has a long history in this realm.
Among the Immortal Race, masters are as numerous as clouds, and it's the most powerful race among the Ancient Six Clans.
Ten years ago, Nuannuan the Witch Master rose to prominence, and under her leadership, the Wu Clan gradually flourished.
Only then was the Immortal Race overshadowed by the Wu Clan. Even so, it remained a formidable force among the Ancient Six Clans.
It's said that the Immortal Race has at least ten Prince-level masters.
The Prince-level of the Immortal Race is equivalent to a human Spiritual Martial Arts Master.
And Clan Leader Hebrew is one of the top ten Spiritual Martial Arts Masters.
Nobody expected that this venerated figure could be so humble and amiable.
Ye Mingzhu snorted coldly, the dagger still pressed against the Immortal Race strongman's throat, but she glanced at Yang Fei and then lowered her eyelids.
"I listen to Master God's orders."
Following Ye Mingzhu's gaze, Hebrew looked at Yang Fei, and his eyes narrowed.
In Hebrew's view, this person seemed overly ordinary.
His Essence Qi was very weak, and even his Qi-Blood didn't seem all that vigorous.
Yet Ye Mingzhu's gaze towards him was filled with reverence and awe.
What exactly was happening here?
Yang Fei lazily waved his hand, signaling Ye Mingzhu to let the man go.
Ye Mingzhu snorted and released the Immortal Race strongman.
The Immortal Race strongman, almost driven to collapse by the murderous intent on Ye Mingzhu's dagger,
In his shock and anger, his Essence Qi and Qi-Blood reversed inside him.
As soon as Ye Mingzhu released him, he stumbled and fell to the ground with a thud.
Ye Mingzhu didn't even glance at him, walked over to Yang Fei, placed her left hand on her chest, and saluted Yang Fei.
"Master God, all twenty Night Clansmen have arrived, greeting Master God."
The other Night Clansmen suddenly revealed themselves from the void.
The abrupt appearance of twenty Night Clansmen startled everyone.
Some appeared less than fifty centimeters from others, like ghosts, incredibly frightening.
Not far away, Ye Shengge's eyes sparkled as she glanced at Yang Fei, her shy, beautiful demeanor stirring the heart.
Ye Liuguang blew Yang Fei a kiss, her expression charming, like a ripe peach.
At this point, everyone was shocked beyond belief.
It seemed the Night Clan had over twenty of such terrifying assassins.
Everyone stared blankly at Yang Fei, feeling more terrified the more they thought about it.
Among the Ancient Six Clans, the Wu Clan had the best relationship with Yang Fei, and Nuannuan the Witch Master was so close to Yang Fei, it was as if she wouldn't marry anyone but him.
The Wolf Clan was even more grateful to Yang Fei for saving their lives, willing to go through fire and water without hesitation.
And the Night Clan, incredibly, had become Yang Fei's slaves.
Upon reflection, Yang Fei's influence had swelled to unimaginable proportions.
Hebrew briefly pondered this in his mind and immediately made up his mind.
Such a figure was definitely not something the Immortal Race could contend with; offending Yang Fei would have endless consequences.
Hebrew, smiling from ear to ear, walked up to Yang Fei.
This old fox had always been smiling, and at this moment, he was even more amiable, making one feel like a gentle spring breeze.
However, before Hebrew could say anything, a loud noise akin to thunder erupted from the foot of the mountain.
Startled, he took a closer look and found that a few bizarre and imposing figures were rushing up the hill.
Finally, twelve Barbarian Tribesmen climbed to the spot.
It turned out that after the Night Clan exited the Black Forest, obtaining Yang Fei's permission, the Barbarian Tribe prepared to enter the Heavenly Secret Sect.
However, the Night Clansmen acted swiftly, arriving early at Yang Fei's side.
Whereas the Barbarian Tribesmen, with their large stature, moved quite slowly, only reaching the scene at this very moment.