Initially, the matter had been settled.
With Luo Xie leading over thirty Divine Lords to follow Ji Tianxing and Lin Xue, it was a safe bet.
The Rakshasa leader, high priest, and others had also planned to prepare for the marriage in three days' time.
However, no one had expected Region Leader Yun Yang to appear out of nowhere.
Even though his arrival was very coincidental, and it was also unexpected by everyone.
However, the Rakshasa leader, high priest, and others let it go after giving it some thought.
After all, they had already contacted Region Leader Yun Yang.
Region Leader Yun Yang had also replied, clearly stating that he would come to the Rakshasa Cave to see the new Saint with his own eyes.
Calculating the time, he should be here today.
However, the current situation was rather awkward. The entire place was silent.
After being stunned for a moment, the Rakshasa leader came back to his senses and hurriedly led the high priest and others to welcome him.
"The people of the Rakshasa Tribe welcome the Region Leader's arrival!"
Everyone bowed respectfully and shouted in unison.
As their voices reverberated in the sky, the two balls of divine light landed on top of everyone's heads and gradually dissipated.
Two tall and muscular silhouettes appeared in front of everyone.
The person in the lead was a young man with a handsome appearance and a thin body.
This person wore a white divine robe with a purple cloak and a luxurious crown on his head.
His long, fiery red hair fell to his shoulders and danced in the wind, looking carefree and unruly.
To most of the God Tribe's ladies, this handsome red-haired youth was irresistibly attractive.
After all, he was a powerful Middle Divine King and also the honorable Region Leader Yun Yang.
Standing behind Territory Lord Yun Yang was a middle-aged man with a muscular physique.
This person's build was like an iron tower, his skin as dark as an old bear's. His face was resolute and dignified, his eyes as large as bronze bells emitting an aura of authority.
Although he was also an honorable Divine King expert, he was a Middle Divine King.
However, he was a lower Deity King, the guard and assistant of Region Lord Yun Yang.
His status was basically on par with Chao Qingyu.
However, the situation was slightly different.
After all, Ji Tianxing, the Region Leader Tiger Che, was a fake!
All the top forces in the Cloud Yang Region knew that this middle-aged Divine King was called Divine King Lingfeng.
Usually, Territory Lord Yun Yang would be cultivating in seclusion to comprehend the Divine Dao.
Cloud Yang Region's various affairs were basically handed over to Soaring Wind Divine King to manage.
This person was Governor Yun Yang's absolute confidant, his presence akin to a right-hand man.
When the Rakshasa people were done with their greetings, Territorial Lord Yun Yang nodded slightly and said calmly, "You may rise."
After receiving permission, the Rakshasa people stood up one after another.
Territory Lord Yun Yang stared at the Rakshasa leader and asked in a playful tone, "Has the ceremony to confer the title of Saintess ended? Why is Luocha Cave still so lively? "
The Rakshasa Clan Leader did not dare to hide anything. He quickly replied, "Reporting to the Territorial Lord, you've come at the right time. The conferring ceremony has just ended."
"Oh?" Region Leader Yun Yang raised an eyebrow and said with a smile, "If so, then bring me into Rakshasa Cave and summon the new Saint here. Let me take a good look at her."
"This …" The Rakshasa leader looked troubled as he glanced at Ji Tianxing and Lin Xue, hesitant.
The High Priest was quick-witted and quickly came to the rescue, saying, "Please be patient, Territorial Lord. You've just arrived at Rakshasa Cave and haven't rested yet.
How about this, we'll bring you into Rakshasa Cave and serve you well.
Once we've done our duty as hosts, we'll summon the Saintess for an audience … "
Before the High Priest could finish, Soaring Wind Divine King who was behind Yun Yang frowned and hollered sternly, "How dare you! How precious is the Territorial Lord's time?
I've asked you to summon the Saintess for an audience, what are you waiting for?
How can you bear the responsibility if you delay the Territorial Lord's official business? "
As he spoke, Soaring Wind Divine King released an invisible divine aura that enveloped the Rakshasa leader and the rest.
The group was suppressed by the invisible divine aura, their bodies trembling as fear filled them.
Of course.
While they were fearful, they were also enraged and humiliated.
They had long known that Territorial Lord Yun Yang was very arrogant and did not take the Rakshasa Tribe seriously.
However, they had not expected Soaring Wind Divine King to be so arrogant and overbearing, humiliating the Rakshasa Tribe without restraint.
In comparison, Territorial Lord Huche seemed to be gentler.
Seeing the Rakshasa leader and the rest remaining silent, Territorial Lord Yun Yang frowned and asked coldly, "What? Are you trying to stall for time with this king?
Don't forget! It was you who came to me, begging me to take the Saintess as my concubine.
Now that I've come personally, you're trying to stall for time in a secretive manner?
Has this king not fought for too long that you've all forgotten what fear is? "
Territorial Lord Yun Yang's attitude was even more aggressive and frightening than Soaring Wind Divine King's.
Everyone knew that the Rakshasa Tribe would be doomed once he attacked in a rage.
The High Priest, Guardian, and the rest were worried and could not help looking at Ji Tianxing and Lin Xue.
The Rakshasa leader finally made his decision after a moment of hesitation.
He bowed to Territorial Lord Yun Yang and laid his cards on the table.
"Lord Territorial Lord, it's not that we want to stall for time, it's just that …
The new Saintess, Lin Xue, is not in the Rakshasa Cave. She's on the Rainbow Auspicious Cloud beside you.
Just now, when the Saintess' coronation ceremony ended.
Lord Huche barged into the Rakshasa Cave and said that he fell in love with the Saintess at first sight and wanted to marry her … "
Before the Rakshasa leader could finish, Territorial Lord Yun Yang and Soaring Wind Divine King's expressions changed.
Both of them turned to look at the Rainbow Auspicious Cloud at the same time, their gazes landing on Ji Tianxing and Lin Xue.
"This is the Rakshasa Tribe's newly crowned Saintess? She's quite pretty indeed. "
Territorial Lord Yun Yang studied Lin Xue from head to toe and nodded in satisfaction.
Then, his gaze landed on Ji Tianxing.
As he did so, he could not help muttering, "Territorial Lord Huche? This title is very unfamiliar!
There are almost a hundred territorial lords on this continent, I know at least eighty percent of them, but I've never heard of Huche Territory … "
Both Territorial Lord Yun Yang and Soaring Wind Divine King released their deific consciousness to check on Ji Tianxing and Chao Qingyu's cultivation base.
Chao Qingyu's cultivation base was clear at a glance. He was a third degree lower Divine King, his ability on par with Soaring Wind Divine King.
However, Ji Tianxing's cultivation base was a blur; it could not be discerned at all.
Of course, he possessed the aura that belonged to a Divine King expert.
Territorial Lord Yun Yang was enraged, but he suppressed his anger and did not flare up for the time being.
After studying Ji Tianxing a few times, he asked in a low voice, "Territorial Lord Huche? Let me introduce myself. I'm Jing Feihong, the current territorial lord of Yun Yang Territory. "
Ji Tianxing looked at him expressionlessly and asked, "What do you want?"
Jing Feihong grinned coldly and said in a playful tone, "Territorial Lord Huche, I don't care whether your identity is real or fake, nor do I care where you come from.
You're in my territory now, but you've snatched away my wife and concubine that I've already reserved.
Aren't you being too arrogant and domineering by doing so? Are you humiliating me? "
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