When Zhang Tie returned, the eyes of all hundred thousand-plus knights in Xuanyuan Fortress were fixed on him. Every gaze held envy, shock, and awe. Naturally, there was also naked jealousy, along with the adoring, worshipful glances of some female knights. With a sweep of his eyes, Zhang Tie caught nearly every expression on their faces.
Take Feng Yexiao and the others from the Taiyi Mystical Sect, for instance. Their expressions were like a pack of petty Iron Roosters seeing someone beside them win a five-million-gold-coin jackpot. Feng Yexiao's face in particular was so irritating it made one want to howl. As for those Taiyi Mystical Sect disciples who had once dared sneer sarcastically at Zhang Tie, they now hardly dared meet his gaze.
Though Zhang Tie had not advanced to Phantom Knight, his valiant bearing on the battlefield just now—slaying Devil Race knights alone with a single sword—was enough to fill those in the Taiyi Mystical Sect who had disliked him with dread. If the sword in Zhang Tie's hand could cut down Devil Race Black Iron Knights as easily as killing chickens and butchering dogs, then killing them presumably would not be much harder.
As for Feng Yexiao, his lips were pressed tightly together. He tried to put on a lofty, disdainful look, but the jealousy in his eyes when he looked at Zhang Tie—and that trace of fear—could no longer be concealed.
Zhang Tie felt utterly delighted...
The first person to rush toward Zhang Tie was Bai Suxian.
Before countless watching eyes, the red-eyed young lady of Prince of Guangnan's Mansion flew heedlessly into Zhang Tie's arms and threw her arms around his neck. "Do you know? You nearly scared me to death just now..."
"It's all right. Haven't I already come back?" Zhang Tie patted Bai