A Great Honor

The message from the Divine Path Sect had only been sent for a few breaths.

With a "whoosh," Yi Feng, riding his snail, was already before them. The crowd was shocked and overjoyed, quickly stepping forward to pay their respects.

"Senior Yi..."

Before they could finish, Yi Feng, having jumped off the snail, urgently asked,

"Where is he? Where is he?"

"Who wants to smash the place?"

That eager, fight-ready aura left the Divine Path Sect members speechless. But considering the other party came from the Fallen God Palace, they dared not point or act presumptuously.

The leading elder gave a meaningful look, casting a fearful gaze skyward.

Seeing their reverent attitude,

Yi Feng was puzzled and followed their gaze, looking up.

Only then did he notice a young master standing calmly in the air, flanked front and back by several old men. They all looked incredibly arrogant, hands clasped behind their backs, looking down with lowered eyes, showing no intention of landing, as if standing on the same ground as others would be a desecration of their status.

This guy definitely has something about him!

Yi Feng felt a surge of excitement in his heart.

He had rushed over upon receiving the message to save the day, and it seemed he had come to the right place this time.

As he looked up intently,

the people behind him grew even more nervous. The elder quietly leaned in, revealing shocking inside information.

"Senior!"

"This young master is a disciple of the legendary Fallen God Palace. Moreover, his father holds a position as an elder, a figure of exalted status and overwhelming power. Senior, please proceed with utmost caution..."

Yi Feng was taken aback upon hearing this.

"Fallen God Palace?"

"They're truly that formidable?"

The elder hurriedly bowed and advised, the awe in his tone growing even stronger!

"Senior..."

"The Fallen God Palace is the supreme power on our Lan Star. Its palace master is the very Star Lord of our world! We are eternally grateful that you have righteously stepped forward to help us. However, you must not act rashly and offend these great ones later."

"We had no choice but to send the message and disturb you, Senior. We dare not harbor any undue hopes. We only beg you to mediate a few words. If we can keep the Crystal Sand Ore Vein, it would already be a tremendous show of face. If this puts you in a difficult position, Senior, we would absolutely not dare hold the slightest resentment."

As soon as these words were spoken, many around nodded in agreement.

Even with grief and indignation burning in their eyes, facing the terrifying experts of the Fallen God Palace, they could only bow their heads, not daring any act of provocation. Even the blood feud from moments ago was gritted down and endured.

Yi Feng surveyed the crowd and felt their profound helplessness.

No wonder they urgently called for help; the opponent was indeed terrifyingly powerful!

Just hearing the name brought an unprecedented sense of pressure washing over him. He hadn't felt this tense since witnessing the terrifying Martial Spirit experts years ago.

This is an organization under the Star Lord's command.

Such a terrifying existence could absolutely stride unhindered across the Land of Fallen Gods. Their arrogance in killing and seizing treasures was indeed backed by capital. They really do have something.

Whether out of righteous duty to keep his promise or to fulfill his grand plan of seeking death,

this opponent must be fought!

After quietly observing for several breaths,

seeing the aloof young man in the air, his face etched with invincibility, completely incomparable to the previous nobodies, Yi Feng's fighting spirit gradually rose. He took a steady step forward.

Just one step.

The entire scene held its breath, the tension suddenly multiplying severalfold!

In the air.

Witnessing the appearance of the "so-called backer," the several old men initially showed disdain in their eyes. But after a few casual glances, they successively flashed looks of doubt.

Upon seeing Yi Feng step forward, they couldn't help but start transmitting messages.

"This person does have some strength. It seems he possesses an extraordinary treasure concealing his cultivation. Knowing the Young Master's identity, yet daring to step forward shows considerable confidence."

"Hmm, Brother Chang speaks reason. I never expected these ants could actually find a backer."

"Heh, both fellow Daoists are truly giving this person too much face. Even if he has some strength, he's merely a slightly larger ant."

"That is also true. Before our Fallen God Palace and the Young Master, any so-called expert is insignificant!"

The old men chatted and laughed via transmission, all respectfully turning their attention to the richly dressed young master.

Basking in the myriad gazes of reverence,

Liu Haotian's lips curved into a faint smile, his starry eyes shimmering with a steady light, as if containing galaxies within.

He spoke steadily, confidence overflowing in his tone.

"Even if he is an ant, daring to step forward shows some mettle, surpassing many of the common rabble."

"Later, you are not to act without permission."

"This young master will personally take action. Let's see if he can use all his abilities to amuse me. If his aptitude is passable, I might reluctantly take him in as a servant."

As soon as the words fell, the several old men bowed in unison.

"As the Young Master commands."

Then, with admiring smiles, they sighed with endless praise.

"For this person to encounter Young Master Liu is truly a stroke of destiny."

"He does have some fortune. A tiny ant actually has a chance to soar to the heavens, to serve by the Young Master's side in the future—what immense luck."

"Whether he earns the honor of serving the Young Master depends on his skill. It's still too early to conclude now."

Hearing the commentary from the air, everyone wore expressions of extreme tension, as if facing doomsday.

No one expected the Fallen God Palace experts to be so overbearing!

Without even a chance to speak, they seemed ready to bully the weak again. Their relaxed, casual tone showed they didn't take Senior Yi Feng seriously at all, their strength unimaginably terrifying!

The despair of all being lost surged in their eyes. The Divine Path Sect elder was frightened, his face filled with regret.

The entire scene fell utterly silent.

Only Yi Feng remained calm, looking up at the sky.

The tone and demeanor of those few people exuded absolute confidence, giving him a feeling they were genuinely strong. While it stirred his fighting spirit, it also felt somewhat grating.

Opening their mouths and demanding others become servants, speaking as if it were a magnanimous gift.

As if the whole world is beneath them?

This absurd sense of superiority is truly nauseating.

Judging by their skilled pretentious posturing, this Liu fellow probably isn't strong by just a little; he must have the capital to be so arrogantly aggressive.

But can he really kill me?

Doubt rose in Yi Feng's heart, leaving him somewhat skeptical.

Countless seemingly powerful existences turned out to be not much in a fight, mere paper tigers. This Liu fellow is also hard to fully trust!

What if...

Just what if, he's not my match? Wouldn't all this anticipation be for nothing?

Thinking this, Yi Feng suddenly felt a bit flustered.

Every time he made a move, the opponent would immediately kick the bucket. There were too many such failures. Finally encountering a decent opponent, it was time to adjust the strategy...

As he was pondering, the young master in the air looked down with a light laugh.

"You are not bad."

"If you can so much as stir the hem of my robe within ten breaths, I will make an exception and take you as my servant. This is an opportunity millions dream of. You should feel honored."

Good grief.

This guy really knows how to put on airs.

Mocking aside, a light suddenly shone in Yi Feng's eyes.

Right...

Taking a step back, even if the opponent can't defeat me, as long as I let him strike first, isn't there still a possibility he could kill me?

No matter how weak, if I stand there and let you kill me, surely that would work?

Even if one fails, if I let every opponent have the first move from now on, surely someone will eventually kill me? Could everyone possibly be a weakling?

Aha!

Why didn't I think of this earlier!

Suddenly discovering this blind spot, Yi Feng was enlightened as if waking from a dream. He stepped forward,

retorting boldly to the sky!

"Stop bragging!"

"I'll let you have the first move. If you can so much as ruffle my hair, I will take you as my servant as well!"

As these words rang out, the world fell into an eerily profound silence.

Everyone—whether the figures hovering in mid-air or the many more standing on the ground below—was struck speechless, their eyes only growing wider and wider.