Situ Bei was kicked down by Fenghao. He was in mid-air with a face full of confusion. He had no idea what was going on.
He only felt a sense of weightlessness and the sting of the cold wind on his face. He also felt a sense of humiliation he had never felt before.
He … was a dignified elder of the Ancient clan, a mid stage Core Formation cultivator, but a young man destroyed his spiritual sword with one palm and kicked him off Mount Everest.
"Who the hell is he …" Situ Bei's body was trembling and fear appeared in his eyes.
"Someone fell off. Elder Situ is really amazing. He subdued that person in just one exchange. No wonder he is from the Ancient clan."
At the bottom of the mountain, the middle aged man was secretly shocked. Situ Bei had just arrived at the top of the mountain and had already subdued the wild cultivator who defeated Elder Liu.
This kind of strength was not something the cultivators of the Cultivation Alliance could compare with.
After Elder Liu heard the middle aged man's words, his expression became very ugly. He had just been slapped down by Feng Hao, but Situ Bei seemed to have defeated Feng Hao the moment he arrived.
"Ah!"
A scream came out without any warning. It scared the middle aged man and Elder Liu. They realized that it was an elder from the Ancient clan.
This person was an elder of the Ancient clan who specialized in mental strength. His spiritual sense was very powerful. According to the records of the Alliance, the limit of his spiritual sense was that he could sense everything within 10 kilometers.
Ten miles was five kilometers. If converted to meters, it was five kilometers. That was enough to sense everything on the mountainside of Mount Everest.
The elder seemed to have sensed something. His eyes popped out like walnuts. His face was filled with fear as he said, "It's … Situ fell off. His spiritual sword was destroyed."
"What? Situ just went up. According to his speed and time, doesn't that mean he was defeated in one exchange? "
"Impossible. How could such a strong cultivator appear in the end of the world? To defeat Situ in one move, one would need to be at least at the Golden Core stage. This kind of strength is equivalent to an elder of the Ancient clan. The moment he appeared, he would shock the world."
The other Ancient clan elders didn't believe it at all because it was too shocking.
Originally, they were gathered here for the Black Dragon. This was the first dragon to appear since the founding of Huaxia.
It was of great significance.
Only the ancient race had the right to come into contact with them.
Bang!
A loud sound rang out as a figure smashed into the ground. A shoe also flew out of the pit without any warning.
It flew directly to the face of the old man with the astonishing Spiritual Sense. Time seemed to freeze at this moment.
Hiss!
These … they really were Situ Bei's shoes! Everyone couldn't help but take a deep breath. Their throats moved as their eyes were filled with shock.
There really was someone. In the blink of an eye, Situ Bei was knocked down from the peak.
"Haha, I knew it. How could this Situ Bei be so strong? Even I was defeated. If he were to fight, he would end up the same way."
Elder Liu's face was rosy, and he appeared to be very happy. It was as if he had won the lottery, his face glowing.
The humiliation he felt earlier instantly dissipated like smoke.
Even the famous Situ Bei of the Gu Clan was no match for that brat. It was reasonable for him to lose. There was nothing shameful about it.
"Look …"
Suddenly, there was a commotion among the troops stationed at the bottom of the mountain. Everyone raised their heads in shock.
The seven ancient race elites, including the young man Jin Xin, who had a proud smile on his face, couldn't help but frown. They followed the gaze of the soldiers and raised their heads to look at the sky.
Hiss!
With just a single glance, everyone's pupils abruptly shrunk at this moment. Their faces were lifeless as they stared at Feng Hao, who had descended from the sky with fiery red wings unfurling behind him. He was like a god that had descended to the mortal world.
Everyone felt that it was difficult to breathe. They held their breath and stared blankly at this scene …
An angel descending to the mortal world?
But the wings of an angel should be white. His was … fiery red.
It was like the wings of the Vermilion Bird in the legends.
"Dragon, it's that black dragon!"
At the same time, they also saw the giant black dragon following behind Feng Hao. Everyone felt as if they were in a fantasy world. Their brains short-circuited and they crashed …
The tanks were lined up and ready to fight. However, the commander in charge did not have the courage to give the order to open fire. He was extremely frightened.
"What a young person …"
"Even the black dragon is following him. Who the hell is he?"
"Could it be that he is really a god descending to the mortal world?"
All of the soldiers were dumbfounded. They were all ordinary people who had served their country. They had driven tanks and fighter jets, and they had flown in the sky. However, what was happening before them had completely overturned their understanding.
Their worldview had been shattered.
The elders of the ancient clan, including Jin Xin, whose talent was close to that of a demon, all looked at this scene with serious expressions.
Feng Hao didn't release a powerful aura. He was like the older brother next door, but no one dared to underestimate him.
"Cultivation Alliance and Ancient clan, come here for a moment."
Feng Hao descended from the sky and landed on the ground. The Vermilion Bird wings on his back disappeared and he waved at the Ancient clan elders.
Of course, the middle-aged man and Elder Liu had their heads lowered, but this did not escape Fenghao's eyes. The two of them had fawning expressions on their faces.
"Hello, hello!"
Elder Liu nodded and bowed. He had been slapped down by Fenghao, and in that brief moment, he had seen Fenghao's true appearance.
"That's him … the ruthless person that slapped down Elder Liu and Situ Bei? That wild cultivator? "The shock in the middle-aged man's heart could not be any greater.
Such a young cultivator was so powerful. When did such a person appear in China?
He was just like the main character in the movie "Battle of the Ancient Gods," Emperor Xuanyuan. He was young and powerful, and he killed Chi You.
Wait...
The middle-aged man's eyes bulged and his body trembled uncontrollably. His face was filled with fear.
He recognized Feng Hao...
Isn't that … the Best Actor Feng Hao?
At the press conference, the young man with a warm smile was named the youngest Best Actor in China.
"He is the Best Actor Feng Hao, the Emperor Xuanyuan of the Ancient Gods. That black dragon is his mount …" The middle-aged man exclaimed and cold sweat appeared on his forehead.
It wasn't special effects. Movies really weren't special effects.
The male lead, Feng Hao, was really a cultivator. He was acting in his true colors.
Heavens, he had guts to display the power of a cultivator in front of ordinary people. Was he not afraid of being punished?
The film crew of the Ancient Gods War must be investigated and their memories must be erased. Otherwise, the order of the world will fall into chaos.
"What? Feng Hao? "
Within the ancient race, the monstrous genius named Jin Xin had a fiery gaze as he stared at Fenghao, who had an indifferent look on his face. A surge of battle intent erupted from him.
However, Feng Hao turned a blind eye. His expression was very displeased as he said, "My patience is limited. This emperor wants to relax. Do you really think this emperor is merciful?"
The moment he finished speaking, a powerful aura erupted from Feng Hao's body...
At this moment, the people of the Ancient clan, the Cultivation Alliance, and even the soldiers stationed there no longer saw Mount Everest.
Instead, they saw Feng Hao standing in the sky like a god emperor. The roar of a dragon came from behind him and the black dragon moved.
As Feng Hao raised his hand, his eyes were indifferent, and the pressure of an emperor filled the entire purgatory.
Plop!
Everyone couldn't withstand this pressure and prostrated themselves on the ground. It was like the end of the world had arrived. Their mouths were dry and they were scared to the extreme.
At the same time, the originally clear image of Mount Everest appeared on the big screen in the imperial command center. However, it became distorted as if it was affected by a large amount of interference.
"Report, the satellite has been destroyed for no reason."
"Report, the fighter jet has lost its flight path and has entered autopilot mode."
"Report, the head has ordered us to withdraw the troops. This matter will be handed over to the Cultivation Alliance and the Ancient clan …"
The series of reports made the head in the command center feel very heavy.
That Feng Hao was simply too powerful. With a wave of his hand, he could turn the clouds and rain. Even the legendary dragon listened to his orders.
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