As expected of a Yao King. A simple wave of his hand is enough to block the attack of a level 9 Sky Human stage cultivator. Seeing the nonchalant display by Mu Sheng, Chen Feng could not stop the thought from rising up to his mind.

The two cultivators had tall and mighty statures and they radiated a grand atmosphere of majesty. Their actions were overbearing and without parallel. One glance was sufficient for them to tell that these two cultivators were experts from one of the great sects.

“A Yao King! So, you are actually a Yao King. Humph! Does Azuremist Mountain want to make an enemy of the entire Northern Plains?!” one of them, garbed in purple robes, shouted. 

“You fellows do not have what it takes to represent the entire Northern Plains!” A voice came from afar. At the same time, a dragon – made from fire – charged through the sky, roaring as it rushed forward to smash the two cultivators in the sky.

My master has come! Chen Feng thought. He recognized the voice.

“Who is it? You want to die?” In the face of the incoming fire dragon, the purple-robed cultivator stretched out a hand and made a grasping move. Next, a huge palm silhouette swung out to grab the fire dragon. However, the power...