The young children could not sense it, but the sages of the Emperor Race could clearly feel the powerful sacred sense emanating from Fang Yun.
There was absolutely no way this could happen to a member of the Emperor Race who had lived for only a little over a thousand nights.
Even the mighty Saint Ancestors of the Emperor Race had not been this powerful at his age.
A young Half-Sage, his hair floating gently behind him and pale blue breezes rippling around his body, was about to step forward when an older young Half-Sage held him back.
When the older youth's arm touched the breeze, it actually warped slightly. He withdrew his arm as swiftly as if he had touched a poisonous thorn, then shook it gently, apparently injured.
The youth surrounded by pale blue breezes nodded. His expression darkened, and he did not continue forward.
The Four-Legged Black Snake widened his eyes and looked up at Fang Yun. "You're that young? Then I shouldn't call you big brother. I should call you little brother!"
With a casual wave, Fang Yun sent the Four-Legged Black Snake flying.
The Four-Legged Black Snake obediently walked back with a miserable expression, not saying a word.
The six Emperor Race children continued mocking Fang Yun and the Four-Legged Black Snake as they walked.
The child at their head lifted his chin proudly. "Little black bug, what did I tell you before? Every time you come here, I'll beat you up, so you know how formidable the Emperor Race is! Come on, come on, be my sparring partner. I haven't fought in two days."
The Four-Legged Black Snake was furious at being called a "little black bug," but after glancing at the Emperor Race child, who was even taller than Fang Yun, he could