Chapter 1722 - 1723: Assistance
The Barbarian Tribe leader, Tu Long, designated by the Will of the World to approach Yang Fei.
From two meters away, he pounded his fist on his chest and knelt down, prostrating himself.
The other Barbarian people, led by Tu Long, also pounded their left fists on their chests and knelt down.
More than twenty giants, over two meters tall, clad in iron armor, wielding massive log weapons, knelt before Yang Fei.
This scene left all the experts present extremely startled, and Hebrew was even more emotionally moved.
Hebrew is one of the ten Princes of the Immortal Race, with unfathomable strength.
His Martial Arts Realm is equivalent to the Spirit Martial Realm of humans, standing at the peak of human experts.
With his status and strength, he fundamentally need not care about anyone's opinion or fear anyone.
However, Hebrew is already over two hundred years old.
In these two hundred years, Hebrew has witnessed the downfall of countless experts, understanding well the principle that there's always someone stronger.
Not to mention the distant past, just months ago, one of the ten Princes of the Immortal Race, Oskilov, was mysteriously killed in an instant by an unknown expert.
And this expert is likely related to the young man named Yang Fei before him.
Thinking of this, Hebrew could not help but feel a tremor of fear.
Even by the longevity standards of the Immortal Race, Hebrew can be considered an elder.
And fear of death is almost a common trait among the Immortal Race.
Therefore, Hebrew absolutely does not want to have any conflict with Yang Fei.
And this idea became even more deeply rooted after Hebrew witnessed the respectful attitude of the Barbarian people and the Night Clan toward Yang Fei.
The night clansmen's innate divine ability is invisibility.
Once reaching Core Formation to Divine Communication, each Night Clansman can become a terrifying shadow assassin.
Getting caught in the encirclement of over ten shadow assassins, even Hebrew wouldn't dare say he could retreat unscathed.
The Barbarian people before them, though lacking any Martial Arts Realm.
However, these guys possess innate divine strength, strong physique, and vigorous Qi-Blood, resembling ancient beasts.
If these twenty-plus Barbarian Warriors went berserk attacking Hebrew's group, they would be no less formidable.
Additionally, under Yang Fei's Yinxue Tower, there are four or five extremely powerful Martial Arts Experts.
Though these experts may not surpass Hebrew, each Martial Arts expert attacking with full force is quite a hassle.
Moreover, Mr. Bei, head of the Magic Wolf Mercenaries, also evidently looks up to Yang Fei.
While there aren't many Martial Arts experts among the Wolf Clan people, with the aid of modern weaponry, these wolf cubs could be invincible.
Additionally, the ten plus experts from the Wu Clan are not to be trifled with.
The Witch Master named Nuannuan, possesses a punch that can shake the heavens.
Seeing this, the Old Fox Hebrew's smile turned even warmer and more amiable.
Hebrew bowed deeply to Yang Fei.
"Leader Yang, my two nephews were unaware of the vastness of the heavens and the earth and clashed with you."
"For this, I sincerely apologize, hoping you will be magnanimous enough to spare these two boys."
After he spoke, he grasped with five fingers, a mysterious Heaven and Earth Vital Energy formed into a large hand, probing five hundred meters into the void.
Augustus and the other two were lifted high by this large hand, directly spanning five hundred meters, and dropped before Yang Fei.
Augustus and the two could never have dreamed that the Clan Leader would turn on them in an instant.
As they were about to speak, they caught sight of Hebrew's ominous gaze and immediately closed their mouths tightly.
Hebrew coldly looked at Augustus and the two, sternly commanding.
"You two reckless and rude fools, clashing with Leader Yang, why don't you quickly bow your heads and confess?"
Augustus and the two opened their mouths wide, they had never seen Hebrew show such weakness to ordinary people.
And the opponent is just a young boy similar in age to them, with none of the Essence Qi fluctuations.
All the Immortal Race, high above, regard themselves as gods.
The young generation of the Immortal Race even regards ordinary humans as food.
They never thought one day they'd have to apologize to a human boy.
Augustus instinctively raised his head, his face full of defiance.
He was about to say something, but Hebrew's icy gaze made his heart tremble, sealing his lips even tighter.
Augustus understood Hebrew's disposition very well.
Once this uncle made a decision, any action contrary to his will would result in raging anger and severe punishment afterward.
Thinking of this, Augustus finally lowered his arrogant head and apologized to Yang Fei, feeling extremely wronged.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Yang, I apologize for my reckless behavior."
Killing would be too excessive, since the other party has already admitted defeat and humbled themselves, Yang Fei should not push them too far.
He smiled slightly at Hebrew.
"The Prince is too polite, though the Immortal Race descendants may have acted inappropriately, I wouldn't stoop to their level, please let them rise."
Yang Fei clearly understood Hebrew's intentions.
Since the other side didn't wish to provoke him, there was no need for him to be at odds with them either.
At this moment, Gonggong among the Witch Masters called out.
"Hebrew, it was you who instructed the Immortal Race to besiege the Witch Ancestral Altar half a year ago, wasn't it?"
"Let's settle this account today."
With Gonggong's accusations, over ten Witch Kings, including Nuannuan, suddenly surrounded Hebrew.
The Wu Clan and Immortal Race have always been at odds.
Half a year ago, the Immortal Race even mobilized troops, occupying the Witch Ancestral Altar, nearly exterminating the Wu Clan.
This deep-seated hatred is irreconcilable.
Hebrew frowned, coldly staring at the Wu Clan experts.
"The grudges between the Wu Clan and the Immortal Race have been unclear for hundreds of years."
"Yet, we are here at the Dragon Chant Temple today to seek Heavenly Secrets, not to fight."
"If you think that the Immortal Race fears you, then you're gravely mistaken."
After Hebrew finished, the Immortal Race experts from hundreds of meters away started surrounding the Wu Clan.
The Immortal Race experts totaled more than twenty, each one being either a Count or a Duke.
With such massive power, plus Hebrew as the Prince, they are not inferior to the Wu Clan.
The tension was palpable as both sides were ready to clash, the atmosphere became tense once more.
Yang Fei frowned slightly, feeling conflicted.
Hebrew had already submitted to him, if the Wu Clan and the Immortal Race started fighting now, it would be difficult for him to act against the Immortal Race.
Most importantly, Yang Fei could see very clearly.
Though Hebrew appeared polite, it didn't mean he was easy to bully.
As a Spiritual Martial Arts Master adept at speed, even if the Wu Clan experts came forth, along with the Yinxue Tower experts, including Yang Fei himself, it would be difficult to kill Hebrew.
Gonggong and Zhu Rong among the Witch Kings, gathered their whole Essence Qi, their Qi-Blood boiling to the extreme.
Their eyes firmly fixed on Hebrew, ready to attack.
Nuannuan's big eyes, however, glanced at Yang Fei.
Though Nuannuan's Great Witch Essence was very powerful, she hadn't completely refined it.
She was uncertain about being able to kill the Spiritual Martial Arts Master Hebrew in one blow.
But, if Yang Fei were to assist, the situation would be different.