Hong Zui 'er was in big trouble. She dared to flirt with Gu Fei while she was drunk.
The entire city was in an uproar when the news spread. Who was Gu Fei? He was the master of the Grandmist Divine Race! Hong Zui 'er was audacious enough to flirt with Gu Fei.
The entire Grandmist Divine Race was terrified. If Hong Zui 'er angered Gu Fei, the entire Grandmist Divine Race would disappear from this world.
With Gu Fei's cultivation, annihilating the entire Grandmist Divine Race was a piece of cake.
While the Primordial Chaos Divine Race was once one of the ten strongest factions in the Flame World, the Primordial Chaos Divine Race was nothing in Gu Fei's eyes.
Hong Zhen was Hong Zui 'er's grandfather. After settling Hong Zui' er down, he went to the main hall and knelt with a plop outside. He had come to beg for forgiveness from Gu Fei.
He had no choice but to come.
If Gu Fei really got angry, the Grandmist Divine Race wouldn't even need to fight the Fire Tribe tomorrow.
Gu Fei was still sitting on the throne in the main hall. His eyes were closed as he meditated, as though nothing had happened.
However, when Hong Zui 'er lay on top of him, a ripple of emotion rose in the depths of his heart.
He wasn't angry, and he had no intention of settling the score with Hong Zui 'er.
However, since Hong Zhen was kneeling outside, Gu Fei wouldn't be able to do anything about it if he wanted to kneel, right?
If Hong Zhen, who was kneeling outside the main hall, knew what Gu Fei was thinking, he would probably have a mental breakdown.
While the entire Grandmist Divine Race was feeling uneasy, the Fire Tribe that had set up camp in the square of the Grandmist Divine City was overjoyed.
"Haha … the Grandmist Divine Race is really courting death!"
"They dared to flirt with our master …"
Everyone in the Yan Clan rejoiced in the Yan Clan's misfortune. They had been hunted by the Grandmist Divine Race for the past several hundred years. If Gu Fei hadn't returned, the Yan Clan wouldn't have left the Nethersea.
Of course, if the Death Chief Sovereign in the Netherworld Sea continued to sleep, the Flame Race would still be able to survive in the Netherworld Sea.
However, it was impossible for the Yan Tribe to continue staying in the Netherworld Sea.
This was because Death Flame Dance had awakened from her slumber.
"The heavens are really helping our race!"
An old ancestor of the Flame Race said excitedly.
"Don't be silly. Everything depends on strength."
Yan Huatian said indifferently. He was very clear that the reason the Grandmist Divine Clan was fine until now was that the Master had no intention of punishing the Grandmist Divine Clan.
Hence, the battle tomorrow was still an incomparably difficult battle. It was also a battle that would decide the fate of the Yan clan.
After hearing Yan Huatian's words, the group of Old Ancestors of the Yan Clan became silent.
News of the battle between the Flame Clan and the Grandmist Divine Race spread like wildfire.
This made the other major forces on the Flame Star very curious. Was the Flame Clan stronger, or was it the Grandmist Divine Race that was stronger than the Flame Clan?
In fact, it was very difficult for the Flame Clan to make a comeback. The other major forces on the Flame Star weren't optimistic about the Flame Clan's chances. After all, the Flame Clan had been hunted down by the Grandmist Divine Race like stray dogs. They had even been forced to flee to the Netherworld Sea.
The Netherworld Sea wasn't a good place. It was filled with the Death Qi of the entire Flame Star and gave birth to many incomparably powerful Undead Creatures.
The battle between Yan Huatian and Hong Sheng in the Netherworld Sea had alarmed all the Undead Creatures in the Netherworld Sea. However, Yan Huatian and Hong Sheng were both experts in the half-step Peerless Power Realm. The aura that erupted from their bodies was enough to intimidate countless Undead Creatures.
The battle between Yan Huatian and Hong Sheng had alarmed the Death Lord, Death Flame Dance, who was in a deep slumber.
"That kid is still in the mood to do this?"
Yan Wu also received the news.
In the Divine City of the Grandmist Demon Race, Yan Wu was the supreme ruler.
Not only had she subdued the Grandmist Demon Race, but she had also subdued the Grandmist Human Race. Her subordinates were much stronger than Gu Fei.
One had to know that the Grandmist Demon Race and the Grandmist Human Race were stronger than the Grandmist Divine Race and the Flame Race.
The Grandmist Demon Emperor of the Grandmist Demon Race was the number one ancestor of the Grandmist Demon Race. He had the highest seniority, cultivation base, and battle prowess in the Grandmist Demon Race.
Now, this expert whose name shook the entire Flame Star was standing cautiously under the throne. He didn't even dare to raise his head, let alone look at Yan Wu.
"Master, should we go and watch the show?"
The Grandmist Demon Emperor asked cautiously.
"Watch the show?"
Yan Wu, who was sitting on the throne, fell into deep thought.
"Yeah, we can also get a feel for the Grandmist Divine Race and the Flame Race!"
The Grandmist Demon Emperor added.
"What do I need to get a feel for?"
Yan Wu was displeased. She used to be the ruler of the Flame World, and now she was one of the rulers of the Flame Star. With her cultivation base and battle prowess, who couldn't she destroy?
Of course, it was impossible for her to destroy Gu Fei. One had to know that she and Gu Fei shared the same fate. If Gu Fei died, she would be buried with him.
However, if she died, Gu Fei wouldn't be able to live either.
"Yes, yes, yes. This lowly one said something wrong. Please punish me, Master."
The Grandmist Demon Emperor was so frightened that he fell to his knees with a thud. His body trembled uncontrollably.
He wasn't pretending. He was really afraid of Yan Wu.
When Yan Wu had subdued the Grandmist Demon Race, she had tortured all the ancestors of the Grandmist Demon Race, especially the Grandmist Demon Emperor. He had been tortured miserably.
"Get out. Let me have some peace and quiet."
Yan Wu said indifferently.
"Yes, yes, yes …"
The Primordial Chaos Demon Emperor actually rolled out of the main hall.
He was the Demon Emperor of the Flame Star, but he was acting like a lowly dog in front of Yan Wu. If others were to find out, wouldn't their eyeballs fall to the ground?
It couldn't be helped. This was the tragedy of the weak.
The strong could control everything about the weak, including their life and death.
Especially on the Flame Star, the strong could obtain everything, while the weak couldn't even control their own lives. This was the cruel reality of the cultivation world.
Yan Wu wouldn't let her subordinates do as they pleased.
In fact, the Grandmist Demon Race and the Flame Race could be considered lucky. They had a good master.
In the Grandmist Demon Race, who would dare to offend Yan Wu?
Yan Wu wasn't a human. She didn't have human emotions and apprehensions. She used to be the ruler of the Flame World. She could annihilate anyone she wanted.
To her, annihilating the Grandmist Demon Race wasn't a big deal. At most, she would subjugate other forces.
However, to the Grandmist Demon Race, it was a disaster.
"That Gu Fei is really bored."
Yan Wu wasn't interested in the battle between the Grandmist Demon Race and the Flame Race. In her eyes, it was just a fight between ants.
Even though she wasn't interested, it didn't mean that others weren't interested.
The various forces on the Flame Star sent more spies to the Grandmist Divine City.
Soon, the Grandmist Divine City became the focus of the various forces on the Flame Star.
Time flew. For the Grandmist Demon Race and the Flame Race, a long night had finally passed.
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