On either side of the fountain statue plaza, two groups of people were locked in a tense standoff, seemingly waiting for the outcome of the confrontation between the two main characters.
One group consisted of about seven or eight people, who were likely part of the same group as the two foreign experts who were blocking Sun Fei outside. They dressed in very similar styles and surrounded a shallow and arrogant boy of about sixteen or seventeen years old. All of them had extremely fierce expressions, as if they were ready to draw their swords and splatter blood at the slightest provocation.
The other group consisted of only two people. One of them was dressed as a guard, with a strong and muscular build. His close-fitting leather armor gleamed and pulsated with faint magical energy. Clearly, this light leather armor was not as flashy and impractical as it appeared. This burly man's muscles were so Zongheng that they seemed about to burst the armor. He exuded the iron-blooded and ruthless aura unique to battle-hardened soldiers, demonstrating his extraordinary strength.
This guard completely disregarded the opponents surrounding him, focusing all his attention and gaze on the person next to him, as if this person was the only thing in his life.
The person he was looking at was a middle-aged man.
This middle-aged man was tall and imposing, around forty years old, with thick eyebrows and large eyes. He wasn't particularly handsome, but he was certainly not ugly. However, his long, sky-blue hair swayed like a flowing ocean, exceptionally striking. There was no trace of Dou Qi or magical energy emanating from him. On the fingertips of his right hand, he twirled a pale blue bead about the size of an egg, radiating a brilliant light that was exceptionally beautiful. Yet, he exuded a mysterious aura, as immovable as a mountain, as profound as an abyss, as vast as the sea, and as wise as the heavens.
Sun Fei grasped the situation in the arena almost instantly. Both groups were quite strong, but he showed no intention of stopping. He moved with lightning speed, advancing rapidly.
He didn't want to have any dealings with these people, but according to the mysterious map in his mind, he knew that he would have to fight to move forward. So he steeled himself, a bright silver power shield appeared around his body, and his momentum suddenly accelerated, like a barely perceptible flash of lightning, rushing towards the center of the battle where the two powerful figures were locked in a fierce and evenly matched fight.
Moreover, given the example of those two burly men outside, and since words had lost their persuasive power, Sun Fei didn't want to waste too much time; his only option was to force his way through with sheer strength.
Boom! Boom!
The moment Sun Fei entered the battle, the two powerful warriors, driven by their martial arts instincts, reacted with extreme sensitivity to the 'outsider' who had suddenly intervened. They simultaneously unleashed their most powerful combat techniques at Sun Fei. Sun Fei was prepared, throwing a punch to the left and a punch to the right, effortlessly deflecting their attacks with a mere flick of his wrist, and then weaving through the middle like a meteor.
The two powerful warriors in the midst of the battle exclaimed in surprise, each feeling immense pressure. Forced back by Sun Fei's terrifying fist force, which was like a torrent of water, they felt their blood churning and their Dou Qi fluctuating violently, making it difficult to continue. They had no choice but to stop, and the fierce battle suddenly came to a strange halt.
In that instant, Sun Fei calmly flashed past and disappeared into the distant street.
But in that instant, Sun Fei suddenly felt an unprecedentedly terrifying gaze sweep over him from afar.
It was only a fleeting moment, but for Sun Fei, it seemed to last an eternity. That gaze seemed to contain the most irresistible power in the world, giving Sun Fei the feeling that it could see through all the essence and secrets, as if it had seen through all the secrets of him in an instant.
"What a terrifyingly skilled expert! I was completely misjudging them; I never imagined that such a master was hidden among those two groups."
A glance from that gaze sent a chill down Sun Fei's spine, his heart pounding wildly. He quickened his pace, running madly along the safe route indicated by the mysterious map in his mind, without any intention of stopping or looking back.
Sun Fei's fleeting appearance brought the battle at the fountain statue square to a close.
The two powerful figures in the midst of battle exchanged a glance and then retreated to their respective camps.
"Fight! Why aren't you fighting? Kill all three of them! I want the bead in that guy's hand! Snatch it from him now!" The young man, surrounded by foreign warriors in the middle, shouted impatiently.
This young man was dressed in luxurious and extravagant attire, his arrogance and haughtiness undisguised in his expression. Upon closer inspection, one could see a faint magical tide surging around him, enveloping his entire body and protecting him within it, giving the impression that its depth was unfathomable. However, his frivolous demeanor made him seem less like a master and more like a dissolute playboy. It was a mystery how such a person could appear in this extremely dangerous cluster of the God and Demon Palace.
The young man's rude shouts lacked any semblance of decorum, causing the foreign warriors around him to show embarrassed expressions.
On the other side, the powerful guard bowed to the middle-aged man with long blue hair and said with shame, "Your Majesty, please punish me. I have tarnished your Glory. He is very strong, and I was unable to defeat him for the time being."
"Alright, it's not your fault, Anatoly, you may leave." The middle-aged man said calmly, without any praise or criticism, but his tone carried an undeniable air of authority. This was not intentional; even a casual gesture from him gave people a feeling of unfathomable depth, unapproachability, and unspeakable nobility.
"Yes." The blond guard named Anatoly Tymoshchuk looked ashamed, as if failing to defeat the Mid-Tier New Moon Class Third Stage Realm expert in one fell swoop was a very shameful thing. He respectfully stepped back.
"Hey, you blue-haired devil, yes, I'm talking to you, quickly hand over the bead in your hand! How dare you disobey my orders! You three lowly maggots deserve to be chopped into mincemeat..." The noble young man said imperiously, pointing his finger at the middle-aged man's nose and cursing.
Snap!
A crisp slap rang out.
The boy was sent flying like a sandbag, his face contorted in disarray. A bright red handprint was clearly visible on his fair face, half of his face was swollen like a pig's head, and his teeth were knocked out. As he lay on the ground, his eyes were initially filled with confusion, as if he hadn't yet grasped what had happened...
More than a dozen foreign warriors instantly became alert, reacting swiftly to the young man's side and tightly protecting him. The warriors' eyes were filled with horror. Among them were many powerful experts at the fourth or fifth Mid-Tier New Moon Class, but none of them had clearly seen how the blue-haired middle-aged man had made his move or what method he had used to slap their master.
"Aaaaaah, you hit me? You dare hit me? You're dead, dead... Hahaha, are you pigs? I've been hit, I've been hit! Get him, kill him, kill him! I'm going to use his head to make wine glasses, to make chamber pots! Kill him now!!" Perhaps finally coming to his senses, or perhaps stimulated by the burning pain on his face, after a brief moment of confusion and loss of virginity, the young man finally went into a hysterical frenzy, roaring like a jackal whose mate had been stolen during mating.
However, at this moment, the foreign warriors protecting him did not obey his orders.
As the blue-haired middle-aged man took a step forward, everyone felt their vision change instantly. All the surrounding scenery and buildings rushed backward and disappeared. It was as if only his figure existed between heaven and earth. Without making any move, his majestic aura was like a towering ancient mountain covering the sky and the earth pressing down.
Even a master at the Mid-Tier New Moon Class Seventh Stage was like a drop in the ocean in the face of such an aura, unable to Resist at all. With a few thuds, they all knelt on the ground, their battle Dou Qi flashing wildly. They tried their best to support themselves on the ground with their hands, Resist that they would not fall flat on their faces, their whole bodies trembling.
"A few lowly barbarians from a foreign land dare to act so presumptuously in the God and Demon Palace. They are truly courting death." The blue-haired middle-aged man shook his head indifferently, his bright eyes filled with contempt and disdain. This was a contempt that came from the very marrow of his bones and the depths of his soul. Looking at the foreign warriors kneeling on the ground, he did not make another move and simply turned and left.
"Let's go, our old friends have already gotten ahead of us." The blue-haired middle-aged man turned around, signaling his two guards to follow, and then walked step by step into the depths of the God and Demon Palace complex.
His figure flickered with each step.
Each flash would reappear hundreds of meters away, giving a very strange sense of rhythm. After taking four or five steps, his figure had already disappeared into the distance of the God and Demon Palace, vanishing without a trace. Two tall guards with strong strength and exuding an aura of iron-blooded killing intent followed closely behind, and soon disappeared into the distant palace complex as well.
"Aaaaaah... You damned slaves, idiots! Useless trash! The man's gone, what are you still kneeling on the ground for? Get up, go after him and kill him, cut off that blue-haired pig's head, go and see..." The boy, who had been intimidated by the blue-haired middle-aged man's imposing manner and dared not utter a sound, covered his face, which was swollen from being slapped, and jumped up and down, pointing at the kneeling warriors and cursing angrily.
However, after hurling insults for a long time, not a single person responded.
The young man was furious. This was the second time his guards, who were supposed to grant him any request, had disobeyed his orders. The first time, he was unable to act because of the blue-clad man's imposing manner, but this time, the blue-clad man was already gone, and the guards were still unmoved by his orders.
Suddenly, in the next moment, something terrifying happened—
Bang bang bang bang!!
The dozen or so martial artists kneeling on the ground, whether they were Nine-Star Class Peak or Mid-Tier New Moon Class masters, suddenly shattered like watermelons smashed by an invisible hammer. Red and white liquids flew everywhere as they all exploded, leaving none alive. They all died on the spot without any Resist.
First update.
Thank goodness, the old man's condition has improved, which has put my mind at ease. I've started writing furiously again.
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