Chapter 1725 - 1726: Zeus?
Yang Fei discovered that not only the group of rascals led by the Evil Dragon couldn't see the Dragon Chant Temple.
The Wu Clan, Barbarian Tribe, Night Clan, and Wolf Clan had only a few experts able to see the Dragon Chant Temple.
Among them, Nuannuan from the Wu Clan, Gonggong, Zhu Rong, and others, along with Mr. Bei and two Wolf Clan experts could see the Dragon Chant Temple.
The Night Clan and Barbarian Tribe, entire clans, had even fewer experts, only two Chief Mothers from the Night Clan could see the Dragon Chant Temple.
These two Chief Mothers were Ye Shengge's mother Ye Mingkong, and Ye Mingkong.
Meanwhile, countless School Grandmasters from the Silver Snow Building appeared bewildered, evidently unable to see the Dragon Chant Temple either.
However, the Martial Arts foundation of the Yinxue Tower was now vividly apparent.
Yang Fei, Xue Mingtai, Sword Emperor, An Zichen, Jingtian Chuyi, Wen Taikang, these supreme experts, all could see the Dragon Chant Temple, numbering many.
Nuannuan dove next to Yang Fei, giggling sweetly.
"Uncle, I can see the Dragon Chant Temple, I can go into the Heavenly Secret Sect with you."
Looking at the little girl's blushing face, Yang Fei smiled and nodded, also feeling happy for Nuannuan.
Behind Nuannuan, Tian Wu, Gonggong, and Zhu Rong bowed toward Yang Fei.
"We ask Leader Yang to take care of our Miss; we are willing to obey the hierarch's commands."
Nuannuan turned and waved her small fist at the three, pouting.
"Who needs Uncle to take care of me? I'm not a little tail. Maybe Uncle will need my help."
Yang Fei smiled and nodded: "You're quite right, but inside the Heavenly Secret Sect, crises are abundant, so it's necessary for everyone to look out for each other."
Just at this moment, Mr. Bei led two Wolf Clan experts over, deeply bowing to Yang Fei.
"I am also willing to act according to Mr. Yang's commands."
Yang Fei nodded, looking at the over a hundred Martial Arts experts unable to enter the Dragon Chant Temple, feeling somewhat compassionate and secretly resolved.
If possible, he would strive for the Heavenly Secret to prevent these Martial Arts experts from returning empty-handed.
Others are easier to say, but the Evil Dragon brothers have followed him through life and death, and Yang Fei must certainly take this responsibility alone.
While Yang Fei and others were talking, over a hundred Martial Arts experts had automatically split into two factions.
Those who could see the Dragon Chant Temple followed behind Yang Fei, while the martial artists unable to enter the temple formed ranks awaiting Yang Fei and the experts' return.
No one complained about anything; survival of the fittest, the strong and weak were clearly defined, a very fair rule.
Even Mad Blade stood sullenly to the side, daydreaming.
Fan Yi's Martial Arts Realm was higher, as he could sense the Dragon Chant Temple, but Mad Blade could not, leaving him no room to feel dissatisfied.
Ye Mingkong and Ye Shengge looked miserably at Yang Fei; seeking the Heavenly Secret wasn't that important for them.
But the thought of separating from Yang Fei left both girls looking quite displeased.
With groups sorted, Yang Fei led over ten experts, beginning their ascent toward the Dragon Chant Temple within the void.
Not far into their journey, they encountered the Immortal Race's camp.
As it turned out, many strong Immortal Race experts were left behind, barred from entering the Dragon Chant Temple.
A group of Immortal Race experts gazed at Yang Fei and the others ascending, avoiding them from afar, looking at them like seeing ghosts.
Yang Fei and the others caused no trouble, bypassing these Immortal Race members, continuing their climb upward.
Yang Fei noted the absence of Hebrew and a few strong experts within the Immortal Race.
It seemed even fewer in the Immortal Race could enter the Dragon Chant Temple.
At Mount Everest's pinnacle, the higher they went, the more treacherous the cliffs.
However, for Yang Fei and his group, treacherous cliffs were nothing.
The most terrifying was the increasingly heavy pressure from deep within their souls.
The chanting sound from the Dragon Chant Temple in the void grew louder and louder.
Vaguely they saw the Golden Lotus in full bloom, auspicious energy forming countless colorful clouds encircling the Dragon Chant Temple.
A potent yet subtle force from within the Dragon Chant Temple compelled them to bow their heads in submission.
Yet, these martial artists were all resolute and strong-willed heroes.
With such powerful Martial Will, how could they possibly yield to this strange Dragon Chant Temple?
Everyone gritted their teeth, moving forward step by step.
Yang Fei, An Zichen, Xue Mingtai, and the five great experts fared slightly better, having enormously strong Martial Will.
The others struggled a bit more.
Nuannuan nestled against Yang Fei, her cheeks flushed, teeth tightly biting her cherry lips, her gaze scattered.
Mr. Bei furrowed his brow, his steps immensely heavy; behind him, two Wolf Clan experts crawled on the ground, struggling to climb upward.
The Night Clan's Ye Mingkong and Ye Mingkong, appearing not so nimble, as if bearing a massive load, supported each other struggling along.
Fan Yi's posture, like a javelin, though his pace slow, moved one step at a time.
In the void, an immense pressure continued to weigh on them.
The closer they got to the Dragon Chant Temple, the greater the pressure became.
The massive Dragon Chant Temple seemed ready to crush down upon everyone's heads at any moment.
Yang Fei faintly understood, the earlier bell of the Dragon Chant Temple was one test.
And this short kilometer's journey was the second test.
Finally, a Wolf Clan expert fell to his knees with a thud, twitched a bit, then stopped moving entirely.
Mr. Bei reached out to check the expert's breath, finding he still breathed, but had fainted, unable to hold back a sigh.
Yang Fei turned around, and Mr. Bei offered a bitter smile.
"Let the hierarch mock me, my inadequate subordinate fainted."
Yang Fei slowly nodded: "In that case, Mr. Bei may notify the soldiers below and have him taken back without forcing it."
Mr. Bei shook his head, deeply inhaled.
"No, Magic Wolf Mercenaries never abandon their comrades; I will carry him and continue ahead."
As he spoke, he carried the unconscious Wolf Clan expert on his back, continuing the climb toward the summit.
Yang Fei couldn't help but nod in admiration; it's no wonder Magic Wolf Mercenaries roamed the globe, rarely meeting their match; such camaraderie touched the heart.
Whoosh!
At this moment, streaks of shadows flashed in the void.
A figure from several hundred meters away flashed upward like lightning, fast beyond belief.
Yang Fei was taken aback, unable to discern the newcomer before they vanished into the boundless mist, never to be seen again.
Yang Fei was deeply shaken.
This damn oppressive force made it difficult for everyone to breathe, each step painstaking.
Yet someone ascended so rapidly; this person's Martial Arts Realm was indeed astonishing.
Suddenly, Yang Fei recalled someone and shuddered.
This guy, could it possibly be Zeus?
Amongst the global top martial artists, those reaching such realms were rare, and Zeus was one of them.