High in the sky, Fengchen, Fengdao, Fenghe... the three generals of the sixth level of Hedao from Fenghong's lineage were all frozen.
A wave of icy blue energy enveloped their bodies, making it difficult for them to move.
Looking at the three figures that were frozen in the air and unable to move, he also saw the other side, where a huge crater had been formed outside the Heavenly Dao Gate.
Many human races in the Tiandao Sect, as well as those former Tiansha Mansion monks who were controlled by Fang Yu with blood contracts, all opened their eyes wide and fell into a daze.
This...this, what is going on?
The eight great masters sent by the Holy Pattern Clan were so easily eliminated by Fang Yu!?
Easily defeat the eight great masters of the menacing Holy Pattern Clan with one's own strength!
Such a record, if word spreads, it will definitely shake the entire Yunyi Continent!
Fei Qi looked at Fang Yu's figure in the sky and was so excited that his whole body was trembling.
This was the first time he saw Fang Yu show off his skills with his own eyes.
too strong……
With one against eight, it’s extremely easy!
From the beginning to the end of the battle, not even a single hair was hurt by the opponent!
You must know that the opponent is the eight great masters sent by the Holy Pattern Clan, and they are extremely powerful!
"Master Fang..." Fei Qi was so excited that his eyes were slightly red.
He knew that there was really hope.
After arriving at Yunyun Continent, he became desperate for the situation he and the human race were in.
Because of the environment of Yunyun Continent, no matter how hard he cultivates, he will be a bastard from the tenth-level ethnic group and can only be a slave!
As your strength increases, you become a higher-level slave, but you are still a slave with no dignity or status at all.
After realizing this, Fei Qi's long-standing desire to improve his strength and become an immortal has dissipated, leaving only the thought of survival, like a walking zombie.
But today, at this moment, after seeing Fang Yu's display of strength, the fire in his heart was rekindled.
As long as you are strong enough, everything is promising!
Fei Qi clenched his fists and stared at Fang Yu in the distance.
Behind him, the human monks also looked at Fang Yu's figure in the sky, with shock and confusion in their expressions, and fell into a brief silence.
…
In the air, after Fang Yu put away the white jade divine sword, he glanced at the three immortals from the Holy Pattern Tribe in the air, his eyes flickering slightly.
To be honest, he originally had high expectations for the opponent sent by the Holy Pattern Clan.
But when it comes to actually fighting, it still feels like the opponent is about to collapse at the first touch, unable to make him feel any pressure.
“Li Huoyu, you said before that the Heavenly Immortal is very strong, but what’s going on now? It feels just so-so, not much different from the Earthly Immortal.” Fang Yu frowned and said.
Li Huoyu snorted coldly and said: "If you hope that a few Hedao immortals can bring pressure to you, then you have basically no hope."
"What you say makes sense, but the problem is that the level of these heavenly immortals... doesn't feel much different from the earthly immortals." Fang Yu said.
"That's for you. If your strength exceeds this level, then the subdivided levels within this level will be meaningless to you. You should understand this, right?" Li Huoyu said, "In addition,
Your opponent's level is improving, and your strength is also constantly improving..."
“To be precise, the restrictions on the owner are gradually being relaxed.”
At this time, the voice of Extreme Cold Tears sounded.
"No matter how you say it, it's the same thing." Li Huoyu said, "In short, it is recommended not to think that your opponent is too weak, you will definitely regret it in the future."
“When you say that, I’m even more interested. Will I be able to meet an opponent who will make me bleed in the future?” Fang Yu blinked and asked.
Speaking of this, Fang Yu stopped arguing with Li Huoyu.
He came to Feng Chen and slightly relieved some of the power of the Cold Tears.
At this time, Fengchen could barely make a sound.
"How do you feel?" Fang Yu asked with his hands behind his back and a smile on his face, "Is it hard?"
Feng Chen’s eyes widened and he stared at Fang Yu in front of him.
At this moment, the immortal power in his body could not be released at all.
He knew in his heart that he had lost the power to resist and was completely defeated!
This result was difficult for him to accept!
He still has so many methods that he has not yet used, and he still has so many powerful spells, and the magic weapon cannot be revealed, so he is defeated!
"Fang Yu... kill me, kill me... you will know that I am nothing in the Holy Mark Clan! There are many who are stronger than me!" Feng Chen let out a roar from his throat.
Even in the face of death, he could not convince himself to bow to a human race!
He still maintains his arrogance, because he comes from the Holy Mark Clan and the Fenghong lineage. He represents the majesty of the God Clan!
Hearing Feng Chen’s words, Fang Yu also narrowed his eyes.
As one of the divine clans, the Holy Pattern Clan must control a large number of third- and fourth-class ethnic groups.
The Tiansha tribe is just one of the ordinary ethnic groups affiliated with the Shengwen tribe.
The Fenghong bloodline is only one of the bloodlines within the Holy Pattern Clan, which is equivalent to a family or a sect within an ordinary ethnic group.
Hence, what Feng Chen said is indeed true.
He is nothing, at most he is the strongest person within a force within the Holy Pattern Clan.
“What you said makes me more interested.” Fang Yu smiled and said, “I also hope that the Holy Pattern Clan is not all weaklings like you, that would be too boring.”
Fang Yu’s words were naked ridicule.
Feng Chen's eyes were red, and anger was burning in his chest, but there was nothing he could do!
"Let's see. I see that you are also very angry. In addition, as you just said, there are many people in your Saint Pattern clan who are stronger than you." Fang Yu grinned with a bright smile and said, "
If that's the case, then you take me back to your Holy Mark Clan, and I'll go to the Holy Mark Clan to meet your boss, and also compete with those masters you say are better than you."
Hearing these words, Feng Chen's heart skipped a beat.
The brain that was originally filled with anger has calmed down a lot.
Fang Yu... actually wants to join the Holy Mark Clan?!
"You don't dare to take me there, do you? If you don't take me there, you will definitely die, and I will kill you later." Fang Yu still smiled, "Take me to the Holy Mark Clan, maybe
Those masters you said saved you? This should be a problem that does not need to be considered."
Looking at Fang Yu's arrogant look, Feng Chen gritted his teeth, anger filling his heart again.
Damn it! Damn it!
How could a mere human race dare to be so arrogant!
A bastard who is worse than an animal should have been lying on the ground, looking up to them, the great masters of the Holy Pattern Tribe!
Fengchen lost his mind again.
He originally didn’t want to do what Fang Yu wanted, but now, he just wanted Fang Yu to die, in the most miserable way!
So...at this moment, he can't worry too much!
"Since you insist on seeking death, I will take you there!" Feng Chen gritted his teeth and said angrily, "Don't regret it..."