Chapter 924: Those who betray their ruler will be killed without mercy (Part 2)
Flame Lord's pupils widened as he stared for a long time at the girl's red hair, golden eyes, and the familiar dragon mark between her brows...
Your Majesty, is this the successor you have chosen?
Yan Jun's tense body finally began to relax.
After a long pause, he lowered his head to Ye Fei, a gesture of submission: "Lord Yan greets Your Highness Fei!"
The old man's rough voice no longer held any contempt.
Yes, but only with deep respect.
Ye Fei narrowed her eyes in satisfaction, then turned her gaze to the three elders, Wu Yi, Liu Mo, and Ye Li, and said with a slight parting of her lips, "What about you three? Do you also want to have a match with me before you will willingly submit to me?"
The cold words carried a chilling intent and a sense of ruthlessness.
The three elders stared intently at the girl holding the spear; she bore no resemblance whatsoever to His Highness the Holy Emperor.
But her aura and words at this moment gave them the illusion of seeing His Highness the Holy Emperor again!
The air still carried the acrid smell of the flames, and the entire bamboo forest was in ruins from the battle. She seemed to be on the battlefield, her powerful aura, like that of a Valkyrie, sweeping everything away.
Hua Ling gazed at Ye Fei's cold profile, her eyes softening.
This is the first time I've seen Xiao Fei so domineering.
At that moment, he was overcome by greed.
I really want to go back and see her in person again, to see more of her different sides.
The three elders exchanged glances, and finally, they knelt down on one knee facing Ye Fei, saying in unison, "Wu Yi/Liu Mo/Ye Li greet Your Highness Fei!"
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One battle determined the fate of the world.
Ye Fei put away the Holy Dragon Weeping Blood Spear, slowly gathering the Holy Dragon power within her body. The dragon pattern between her brows disappeared, and her hair and pupils returned to their original black.
She strode toward her four attendants.
The four attendants were moved to tears: "Your Highness Fei..."
The coldness on Ye Fei's face vanished, and she smiled at her attendants: "I told you, I'll be fine."
"Your Highness, when you use the power of the Holy Dragon now, will you still experience the loss of all five senses?" Ling asked worriedly.
Ye Fei truthfully replied, "My current cultivation level is at the fifth level of Spirit Saint, which allows me to use the power of the Holy Dragon for a relatively long time, but I cannot use it more than twice a day."
Level 5 Spirit Saint!
The attendants were surprised. They remembered that when Princess Fei left the Demon Realm five years ago, her cultivation level was only at the seventh level of the Spirit Sect...
In just five years, Your Highness has advanced from a seventh-level Spirit Master to a fifth-level Spirit Saint... Isn't that an incredibly fast advancement?!
Ye Fei noticed the shock on her followers' faces and helplessly rubbed her nose: "My master is very strict with me. Under his relentless and brutal training, my advancement speed is much faster than that of ordinary cultivators..."
Although it was just a lighthearted remark, everyone could feel the hardship and pain involved, which could not be explained in just a few words.
"Your Highness Fei, you've suffered so much..." Azi held the girl's hand with heartache.
Ye Fei simply smiled and remained silent.
These past five years have been very difficult for her, but when she thought about everything she had lost, she gritted her teeth and persevered.
Looking back, every step she took was paved with thick blood and sweat.
Ye Fei let out a soft breath, her gaze unconsciously turning to a certain spot in the distance—
That is the direction where the human world is located.
Five years have passed. I wonder what her former comrades-in-arms look like now?
A surge of emotion welled up within her; she suddenly longed to reunite with them...
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