Yu Nantian no longer paid any attention to Yan Ji. Turning to Feng Xiangtian, he smiled. "So you are cultivators from Huaxia. Please, go ahead!" He did not introduce himself or the others, somewhat disdaining needless words. After all, the gap in cultivation between the two sides was far too great. In his eyes, the so-called head of Fu Xian Island was truly not worth mentioning. Then again, given his status, speaking to Feng Xiangtian so courteously already counted as sufficiently well-mannered.
Though he had not explained who they were, Feng Xiangtian and the others had already figured it out. Especially during the earlier quarrel between those two, the names Yu Nantian and Yan Ji had made the people of the Huaxia Cultivation World's hearts tremble. Those were the names of two Spirit Transformation stage lords among the various nations!
"Then we shall not disturb you seniors." Feng Xiangtian did not dare show the slightest temper. He respectfully cupped his hands toward Yu Nantian and the others, then led his group around in a turn, intending to skirt past these terrifying people.
The lords of the various nations watched these Huaxia cultivators trembling like chicks, each wearing a cold smile. It was inconvenient to touch them now, but once Bi Changchun departed for the Eastern Pole Sacred Land, these people would undoubtedly be lambs delivered to the slaughterhouse. They would not even have a way to flee.
Huo Zongming, who was holding Yan Ji back, had been expressionless as he watched the Huaxia cultivators drift away before him. Then his eyes suddenly lit up. On one of the flying artifacts stood several women, and among them was a woman in white whose heavenly beauty and peerless grace were rarely seen in this world. He could not help shouting, **"All of