Yang Jiyan led a group of people to kneel on the cold ground and bowed to the ground.
As the leader of a top sect, how could Yang Jiyan not know the reputation of the Qinglong clan and the Son of Light?
Hall of Heroes, Eight Great Sons of God.
There are two from each of the four major clans.
The Qinglong clan, the son of Heguang God, and the son of Tongchen God.
Tongchen Son of God is recognized as the weakest among the eight great Sons of God.
However, wind and light are recognized as number one.
As Yang Jiyan, he was not qualified to know that Feng Heguang had actually passed away.
He didn't even dare to say anything other than kneeling on the ground and sticking out his butt.
Not long after, a voice sounded from the underground palace:
"Brother Heguang, why bother? Why are you trying to scare them? You are always so domineering."
A handsome young man with a suave appearance, only slightly shorter than Feng Heguang, walked over wearing a long sleeved robe with a smile on his face.
Behind the young man, there are four maids on each side who are slim and can be described as stunning.
Their age seems to be no more than seventeen or eighteen, but surprisingly they all have cultivation levels that are not above the Five Innate Realms.
Eastern warriors have only two realms.
Nature, day after tomorrow.
The day after tomorrow is called not entering the flow.
But Xiantian is divided into nine realms.
Above the Nine Innate Realms is the Great Perfection of the Innate Peak.
Next up, there is Wu Po Void, the so-called divine realm.
A mere seventeen or eighteen years old, he is already a strong man in the five innate realms. This makes many warriors from sects who have only broken through to the innate realm in their thirties or fifties simply feel ashamed.
"Yang Jiyan."
Feng Wuchen scolded lightly.
"Son of God."
Yang Jiyan, the majestic leader of the Huayang Sect, whom the world's top wealthy families could only treat as their vassal, was like a dog, just on the ground on all fours, and quickly climbed up to Feng Wuchen, as if
The look of begging for mercy.
Feng Wuchen raised a leg with a smile and stepped on Yang Jiyan's head.
"Why did you offend the Son of God?"
Yang Jiyan's eyes widened in horror and he shook his head:
"Son of God, how dare I."
Feng Wuchen smiled gently at Feng Heguang and said:
"Look, Brother Heguang, they are just dogs. You don't have to show off in front of them, right? If you feel uncomfortable, can I kill them for you?"
Feng Heguang looked at Feng Wuchen quietly and sighed:
"Stop it. Now that you've opened a fight, don't play off the market. If you're afraid of losing, you shouldn't have made a bet in the first place."
Feng Wuchen smiled gracefully and asked:
"Stop what? Stop what? What did I do? Haha, Brother Heguang, if I do something wrong, you must tell me. You are the most powerful among the eight of us. You
Whatever you say, I will listen to."
Feng Heguang didn't say anything, he just shook his head gently.
Feng Wuchen smiled extremely gracefully, and then he suddenly sighed heavily:
"You should actually go to Dongyang. You know, Feng Zinan is a lunatic. If he does something outrageous in Dongyang, irritates Su Mu, and makes you, the Qinglong clan, lose this bet, what will happen to the Qinglong clan?
How do you turn over?"
Feng Heguang still didn't speak.
Feng Wuchen smiled and tapped Yang Jiyan's head a few times with his foot:
"You said, if the Qinglong clan loses again, wouldn't there be only three clans left in the Hall of Heroes?"
Feng Heguang lowered his head, his eyes seemed to flicker.
He seemed to be thinking about something.
Then he raised his head and looked at Feng Wuchen, like a serious father looking at his naughty son.
"You kid, you are always so naughty. When your mother was pregnant with you, I told you that you couldn't keep it. If you keep it, I'm afraid it would be a disaster."
"What did you call me? Big brother?"
"You kid, do you know that I am already forty years old this year, and I slept with your mother back then."
Feng Heguang pointed at Feng Wuchen, whose face was extremely gloomy, and laughed:
"Look at you, you are always so restless. It's nothing like when I was young, when your mother insisted on marrying your father when she was pregnant with you. Hey, speaking of it, although your father and I are different in generations,
, but as brothers, I shouldn’t let him cheat.”
"But then again, your mother was very carefree back then, and she ruined many talented people from the four major clans. I guess you can't be my seed."
Yang Jiyan and others were so frightened that they collapsed on the ground, wishing they could burrow their heads into the hard bluestone.
Feng Wuchen's whole body stiffened, and a flash of blood flashed across his face.
But soon, he actually regained his composure.
He looked at Feng Heguang with a smile, lowered his voice and said softly:
"Then let me call you father, okay?"
Feng Heguang shook his head:
"Forget it, you are the only father. Although I don't know whose bastard you are, winning people's love is not my style. Oh, I remember that your mother was still dating your grandfather... well, you know
, there are rumors that your father married your mother to cover up your grandfather, but you are actually right to call me eldest brother."
The faces of the eight maids behind Feng Wuchen became extremely ugly at the same time.
They are all maids trained by Feng Wuchen's mother herself and given to her son.
Feng Wuchen looked at Feng Heguang deeply and said coldly:
"You want to fall out with me?"
Feng Heguang smiled.
Smiling extremely brightly.
He said easily:
"Are you...qualified?"
Feng Wuchen took a deep, deep breath.
A layer of strange blood slowly appeared on his face.
He took a deep breath again, and then slowly nodded to the wind and light:
"I... really don't have the qualifications."
Feng Heguang smiled slightly, walked slowly in front of Feng Wuchen, and seemed to reach out to pat Feng Wuchen on the shoulder.
Feng Wuchen felt as if he had seen a ghost, his feet swayed and he was thrown back ten meters.
"You kid, what are you afraid of? Don't be afraid, big brother won't bully you. Be good, do you know what to do next?"
There was a sense of calmness in Feng Heguang's words and deeds, as if he was like this anywhere and in front of anyone.
Feng Wuchen lowered his head deeply.
No matter how crazy his heart roared and his internal organs were bleeding, he didn't dare to show it.
Because this man is the most powerful among the eight sons of gods.
but……!
What a shame today!!!
"Yang Jiyan, call Pei Mingqiu. Don't take the Yu sisters with you tonight."
Yang Jiyan jumped up from the ground in a rolling motion, arched his waist at a 90-degree angle, and ran towards the exit of the underground palace.
Get out first, otherwise, who knows what will happen later.
If I die here because of what I heard...!
How did Yang Jiyan know that his call had no effect at all?
Just when he was calling Pei Mingqiu, Su Mu also received a text message.
The text message was sent by Mr. Ye.
"Honey, the master is so handsome."
Su Mu was stunned on the spot.
What does it mean?
Brother Zhuo, why are you looking for your apprentice's wife when he's not at home?
He made a phone call on the pretext of going to the bathroom, and then he understood what was going on.
He couldn't help but sweat broke out on his back.
So suspenseful.
If there was no fat man...!
I can't imagine what the result will be.
But then a terrifying rage ignited the violent factor in his heart that had been suppressed for a long time.
So……!
very good.
Excite me?
very good!
Come on then.
No one expected that things would get out of control.
Many years later, the ancient martial arts community regarded today as the origin of the catastrophe.