Free Web NovelChapter 2379: Chapter 2378: No Improvement At All
Guests are guests; no matter how great the past conflicts were, we are now facing the same enemy.
Long Fei asked to have the emissary from the Kunlun Mountains brought in, and soon two elderly men in Taoist robes entered, accompanied by a young man.
The two elders had crane-white hair and beards, exuding extraordinary demeanor.
The attendees were not unfamiliar with them; they were precisely Elder Feng Qinghong and Lei Zongcheng, protectors of the Flame Emperor Palace.
The young man wore an arrogant expression and silently followed behind them, but his eyes were busy surveying the surroundings.
The two elderly men had interacted with Long Fei many times in the past.
Upon entering the main hall, their eyes scanned the crowd and immediately fixed on Long Fei.
They examined Long Fei’s cultivation level, which had reached the Mahayana Realm, without much surprise in their hearts.
For the Hidden King of their Flame Emperor Palace had long been at the Celestial Venerate Realm.
Long Fei greeted them with a smile and personally rose to welcome them, saying, "So it’s Elder Feng and Elder Lei, it has been a long time!"
Feng Qinghong wasn’t one for many words, while Lei Zongcheng replied contentedly, "You’re too kind, Sect Leader Long; it’s been a millennium since we last met."
Long Fei nodded and asked, "How come the two elders have the leisure to visit my Southern Capital City?"
He didn’t think they came to congratulate Ji Wanrong, as she had just given birth, and Kunlun Mountains couldn’t respond that quickly.
As expected, Lei Zongcheng said, "I originally came for the joint anti-Demon race undertaking of our two houses, but I happened upon the good news of the Empress. Here is a gift, just right for offering our Flame Emperor Palace’s regards."
He raised his hand and produced a box made of Spirit Stone.
The box was transparent, enveloped in Spiritual Energy, storing a large Peach within.
Long Fei had someone accept it, inviting the three to take their seats: "Please, take your seats."
Lei Zongcheng shook his head and said, "No need, the military situation is urgent, and I can’t delay here. I wonder, is it you in charge now, or the Empress?"
Everyone exchanged glances and said lightly to Feng Qinghong, "Brother Long is the Empress’s husband, naturally capable of taking charge here."
Lei Zongcheng stroked his beard with a laugh, "Very well, then let me speak directly. The Demon race is rampant, just as our Flame Emperor Palace predicted. You are retreating step by step, beaten by the Demon race to the point of losing armor and helmets, unable to see a future. Everyone here has more or less ties to the guests our Flame Emperor Palace invited. My intention here is very clear, to repeat our hope for you all to come to Kunlun Mountains and work with our Flame Emperor Palace to plan a great undertaking. Persisting like this is pointless."
He wore the expression and tone of a victor, looking at Long Fei and said, "Sect Leader Long, do you now believe our previous choice was correct? After all the effort you put into contending with us, didn’t you end up defeated?"
Ji Xiaolian’s foremost warrior, Niu Ang, had just received the True Immortal-level Thunder Drum Golden Hammer from Long Fei.
He was greatly grateful for Long Fei’s generosity and would hear no word of belittling Long Fei.
He was the first to stand, shouting at Lei Zongcheng in his booming voice, "Hey, old man, mind your words. Don’t you know we just repelled an attack of millions of Demon Soldiers? As if it’s something your ilk could achieve? And you still dare look down on us here. I tell you, soon we’ll reclaim all lost ground and eradicate the Demon race."
Feng Qinghong remained expressionless, while Lei Zongcheng’s face turned red in evident anger.
The young man behind him flashed a hint of a murderous intent in his eyes but quickly let it vanish, showing no emotional fluctuation.
Lei Zongcheng reprimanded Niu Ang, "Young one, do you understand what is a greater perspective, what is the heavenly secret? The Demon race is rampant now, and we must avoid their sharp edge and conserve energy in an absolutely safe place, preserving the last fire and inheritance of the Human Race. Our Flame Emperor Palace has long calculated the future; an Immortal will descend to lead the Human Race against the Demon race. Our aim is to hold on until the Immortal descends, not to engage in futile battles with the Demon race now."
Military Advisor Fang Qian, waving his feather fan, asked, "May I ask when the Immortal is supposed to descend? One year, two years, or a hundred years, a thousand years?"
Lei Zongcheng replied, "This is a heavenly secret, indescribable; suffice it to say it will take a long time."
Long Fei stared at Feng Qinghong and asked, "Elder Feng, is this the purpose of your Flame Emperor Palace’s visit?"
"Yes!"
Feng Qinghong nodded, speaking little.
Long Fei smiled lightly, "I didn’t expect, after so many years, you still haven’t gained any insight. No matter, the future is long; we’ll have plenty of chances to witness whose path was right."
He extended his hand, directly seeing them out, "If you three wish to partake in the wedding feast, please sit. If not, you can leave now."
Lei Zongcheng’s face twitched, angered, "Sect Leader Long, after so many years, you’re still so arrogant and conceited. How can you, with your Mahayana Realm cultivation, contend with the Demon Lord? What gives you the right to decide the fate of all talents in the Southern Capital City?"
Long Fei countered, "Then what gives Elder Lei the right to make decisions for us?"
Lei Zongcheng replied proudly, "By our strength, by our fists. Look around, is there a force stronger than our Flame Emperor Palace now?"
Long Fei laughed lightly, "That’s why I say you haven’t progressed all these years, your vision forever stuck on the small territory of Great Xia Country. The Human Realm is vast, far beyond Great Xia Country alone. Your Flame Emperor Palace seems like a gathering of talents now, but in the Human Realm, it’s just an insignificant small sect, not worth mentioning!"
Lei Zongcheng glared angrily, "Small sect? Sect Leader Long indeed is someone who has seen the world. I’ve heard Sect Leader Long ventured into Exotic Lands; I wonder how much you’ve experienced to dare speak such big words? I, Lei, am not convinced; will Sect Leader Long dare to enlighten me with a few moves?"
Feng Qinghong stood by silently, showing interest in Long Fei’s current strength.
All the generals chuckled within, wondering if Lei Zongcheng had gone mad?
The old man likely was unaware that Long Fei just slew a Demon Lord.
Lei Zongcheng saw Long Fei silent, smugly shouted, "What, Sect Leader Long, afraid?"
Long Fei raised his wine cup, feeling rather bored, "Very well, since Elder Lei is so interested, I shall humor with one move. I have this cup of wine; if Elder Lei can receive it, I consider myself the loser!"
Lei Zongcheng shouted in anger, "Young one, you are too arrogant!"
Long Fei raised his hand, and the wine cup already flew towards him.
Lei Zongcheng’s robe suddenly billowed as he waved his hand, declaring, "Your Mahayana Realm early-stage cultivation, dare to challenge me!" ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm
In the palm of his hand, a series of spatial ripples appeared, accompanied by a thundering sound.
It was Thunder Soundwave, which could block a thousand troops; an unparalleled defensive technique.
The young man behind him smirked disdainfully at Long Fei and leisurely opened his folding fan.
Who would have known, before he could boast any further?
The wine cup, apparently phantom-like, easily penetrated Lei Zongcheng’s Thunder Technique, still appearing lazily rushing at Lei Zongcheng.
"Boom!"
A loud explosion suddenly erupted in the main hall, sending Lei Zongcheng flying outward.
Immense force swept through his body, shattering his bones and muscles, flesh bursting apart, leaving him lying on the ground as a bloodied figure.
