Zongwang: Unspeakable fear!

Chapter 835 Easily Crushed (Part 2)

"Resisting stubbornly?"

Gao Yang lowered his eyelids and, under the watchful eyes of the six men, slowly shook his head and said:

"If you truly possess the ability to annihilate me instantly, then our current actions would be considered a desperate act of resistance. But the question is, do you have that capability?"

"We, seven legendary warriors, are besieging the two of you. Do you think we don't have the strength to kill you here?" The previously irritable dwarf stepped forward, his blood-stained warhammer slamming into the air, creating a milky-white shockwave.

"King Yu, even if you don't think about yourself, you should at least think about the Immortal Bishop. After all, the Immortal Bishop has only recently advanced to Legendary status. You don't want her to perish, do you?"

Gao Yang turned his head and glanced at him, then grinned and sneered, "What seven legends? Are there even seven legends?"

Everyone was taken aback, and their senses instinctively spread out, enveloping their other teammates.

Then they discovered that, for some reason, the barbarian Mantu had not followed, and had not moved an inch from the beginning.

"Mantu, what are you doing?!"

The dwarf turned to look at the barbarian Mantu and roared angrily.

The legendary dwarf roar exploded in Mantu's ears like a cannonball, the terrifying sound waves instantly snapping him back to his senses.

Mantu's strong body trembled. He ignored the dwarf legend who was roaring at him and looked at Gao Yang in fear.

Faced with Gao Yang's indifferent gaze, Man Tu broke out in a cold sweat. The previous eye contact had made him realize that the Immortal Feather King in front of him was definitely not someone he or they could fool.

But faced with the other party's emotionless gaze, Mantu didn't dare to say a word.

Seeing that Mantu remained silent, the dwarf legend turned around and urged again, "Mantu, let's join forces. Don't you, the Yuska tribe, want to prosper again?"

Mantu was startled, and the scene of the tribe saving every penny and cutting back on food and clothing to increase his strength flashed through his mind.

When Lord Raiser found him, Mantu had high hopes, because once his goal was achieved, his tribe would be able to prosper rapidly in a short period of time by plundering the rich resources of the Immortal Wasteland.

However, after exchanging a glance with Gao Yang, Man Tu realized that as long as this legend was still alive, Yuska would continue to survive on this land.

But if this legend dies, the Yuska tribe will also perish in a very short time, and his people and his relatives will all die without a burial place.

Upon realizing this, Man Tu dared not hesitate any longer. His strong body slowly hunched over, and then, amidst the shocked gazes of the Immortal City residents and the puzzled gazes of the other six legends, he slowly knelt down before Gao Yang.

Mantu's trembling voice slowly echoed above the Immortal Temple:

"Great Lord of the Immortal Wasteland, Your Majesty the Feather King, please forgive the disrespect of the lowly Mantu, who is as insignificant as a reptile. The Yuska tribe is willing to offer up the taxes for the next thirty years, begging for your forgiveness."

"Mantu, what are you doing?!"

Compared to his previous dissatisfaction, the dwarf legend was now filled with fear.

He was well aware of Man Tu's strength; if he really went berserk, even he wouldn't be a match for him.

However, even someone as powerful as Mantu disregarded the dignity of the strong and the dignity of the Yuska tribe, kneeling before the Immortal Feather King under the watchful eyes of countless people, and uttering such humble words.

How could such a change not fill the dwarf legend with fear?

He didn't understand why Mantu did this, but he knew that the Immortal Wasteland in front of him was definitely not as easy to bully as Lord Leiser had said.

Faced with the dwarf legend's questioning, Mantu ignored it completely, simply lowering his head and maintaining a humble kneeling posture. His strong body was curled up, and a slight tremor could even be seen.

To save the Yuska tribe and his own life, Mantu no longer cared about anything else.

As for why he did something so unusual, the fact that he was previously intimidated by the aura of the natural disaster is enough to explain the reason.

Mantu knew perfectly well that in his previous state, he had no power to resist whatsoever.

In other words, if Gao Yang wanted to kill him, he would have died a thousand times over.

He was indeed a barbarian, and it's true that barbarians have muscles in their brains, but that doesn't mean barbarians aren't afraid of death.

Especially Mantu, he is not alone, behind him are thousands upon thousands of members of the Yuska tribe.

When faced with the survival of the tribe, individual dignity becomes insignificant.

Gao Yang looked down at Man Tu, who was kneeling with his head down, and then at the other six people. He didn't say anything, and the atmosphere fell into silence for a moment.

The six legends, including Leisemon, did not understand Mantu's actions, but this did not prevent them from feeling fear towards Gaoyang. Mantu remained kneeling and dared not make the slightest move.

However, when he failed to sense Gao Yang's attitude, he gritted his teeth, suddenly reached out, hooked his hand into a claw, and directly gouged out his own eyes.

"Pfft~"

Blood trickled down, and Mantu trembled as he lowered his hand and bowed his head again: "Your Majesty the Feather King, Your Excellency the Bishop, please forgive Mantu, who is as lowly as a reptile."

“From now on, give 60% of your income every year for fifty years, and then get out.”

Gao Yang's cold voice rang in Man Tu's ears. This voice, which was cold and harsh to the extreme, sounded like heavenly music to Man Tu at this moment.

Mantu bowed his head deeply, expressing his heartfelt gratitude: "Thank you for your mercy, Your Majesty the Feather King."

After finishing speaking, Man Tu remained kneeling and slowly retreated until he was out of the Immortal City's territory. Only then did he slowly stand up and speed away into the distance, quickly disappearing into the horizon.

As flesh and blood slowly regenerated from the bloody holes in Mantu's eyes, a chill ran through his heart, but a burning passion also rose within him.

He has survived death, but others may still die.

Mantu must return to the Yuska tribe as soon as possible. He must be fully prepared to devour the "legacy" of his good teammate.

Otherwise, simply handing over 60% of their annual income would be enough to crush the Yuska tribe.

Mantu's departure caused even the most confident legends like Raisermon to begin to waver.

But at this moment, it's a case of "the arrow is on the bowstring and must be released."

The Mantu are barbarians; dignity and such things are not that important to them.

But the other legends present were either humans, elves, or dwarves—all intelligent races and legendary powerhouses—and could never be as humble as Mantu.

They spent so much time and suffered so much to advance to the Legendary level, and if they still have to kneel down and act like dogs after advancing to the Legendary level, then their advancement was for nothing.

Moreover, with six against two, the advantage is still in our hands!
Mantu is a barbarian, and he might be tricked by the other side using some tricks, but they are not the same.

Upon realizing this, Leathermond and the others exchanged glances, a murderous intent flashing in their eyes.

Originally, I planned to hold back and only ask them to sign a contract, but now it seems that we must finish this quickly, and the Feather King must die. Leaving the Immortal Bishop alive is enough.

"Are you ready to take action?"

Gao Yang shook his neck, looked at the six people opposite him who were clearly murderous, and smiled slightly.

His face showed no trace of worry or caution about being surrounded. "Hmph, make your move!"

Raythemon snorted coldly, and his staff instantly lit up, with heavy, mountain-like azure seawater materializing around him.

Wow~
The raging seawater transformed into mountains, crashing down towards the location where Gao Yang and Lisa were.

At the same time, two arrows made entirely of wind elements pierced through space and shot toward Gao Yang’s brow and heart. Behind the arrows was a black warhammer stained with blood.

The six legends attacked simultaneously, and the terrifying energy fluctuations spread instantly, engulfing Gao Yang and Lisa in their presence.

Just as Gao Yang and Lisa's figures were swallowed up, a sword's cry resounded through the sky.

Zheng! !

At this moment, countless residents of the Immortal City saw a massive silver sword lying across their field of vision, radiating a majestic divine power, crashing down from the sky.

"Ah!!" "Don't kill me!"

As the giant sword fell, countless residents were horrified and let out uncontrollable screams.

Even worse, some people, amidst this apocalyptic divine might, suddenly felt their legs give way and collapsed to the ground.

On the battlefield, with the slash of this sword, the powerful energy fluctuations instantly collapsed.

The legendary figures, including Lethemon, turned pale, their eyes uncontrollably fixed on the dwarf legend charging at the forefront.

The burly dwarf, who was at least 1.5 meters tall, had lost his previous imposing presence. He stood there stiffly, gripping a short, thick hammer handle with both hands.

The connection between the hammer handle and the hammer head is as smooth as a mirror, clearly indicating that it was formed by being instantly severed by a sharp weapon.

As for him, a slash mark appeared on his strong body, running diagonally from his left shoulder to his right hip, and his life force had completely died out.

Gao Yang held Yongyao in his hand, the tip of the sword pointing diagonally at the ground. He looked at Lei Semen and the others opposite him, but did not speak.

However, the crimson aura slowly emanating from his body, combined with the legendary dwarf who had been cut in two by a single sword, created an impact and awe-inspiring power that was maximized.

The legendary figures, including Leathermond, dared not move a finger. The piercing killing intent emanating from their bodies made them realize that under these circumstances, even the slightest movement would invite a merciless attack.

Quiet, deathly quiet.

Above the Immortal City, only the legendary corpse of the dwarf falls freely.

"Clap!"

As the sound of the dwarf legend's two halves crashing onto a rooftop in the city echoed, an elven noble with dragon markings could no longer suppress his fear and transformed into a streak of green light, shooting towards the horizon.

At the same time, he screamed frantically, "Split up and escape!"

Upon hearing the elf's roar, the other four legends in the area simultaneously rushed off in different directions.

As for Lessermon, his body twitched slightly, but he ultimately suppressed the urge to flee. Instead, he took the opportunity to put down his scepter, lower his hands, and make it appear as if he would no longer resist.

Facts have proved that his decision was correct.

Raytheon felt a flash of light before his eyes, and then he found that Gao Yang had disappeared. At the same time, a giant net of lightning expanded instantly, encompassing the entire world within it.

yah~
A flash of lightning, and Gao Yang appeared before the dragon-patterned nobles who had been the first to flee.

When the elven dragon-patterned nobleman saw Gao Yang appear before him, a look of despair appeared in his eyes. Then, despair turned into cruelty. He roared and gathered all his strength into the gorgeous elven rapier in his hand, and thrust it towards Gao Yang.

snort~
The slender elven rapier pierced through the elf's chest, and a surprised smile suddenly appeared on the elf's face.

But before the smile on his face could even bloom, Yongyao had already slashed his neck in an instant.

puff!

The elf's head shot skyward, while its body, propelled by inertia, hurtled weakly downwards.

Gao Yang reached out and pulled the thin sword that had pierced his chest out. His body disappeared again in an instant, along with the lightning that spread throughout the area.

The lightning flashed four more times, and the other four legends who tried to escape were stopped one by one.

However, Gao Yang did not kill them all; he only killed two of them.

Even so, the remaining two legends were trembling with fear and dared not make the slightest move.

Gao Yang returned to Lisa's side, the Eternal Glory in his hand had disappeared. He pointed in front of him, gesturing to the three survivors.

Raytheon and the other two approached Gao Yang with their heads bowed, looking as if they had lost their parents.

They were as arrogant as they were before, and now they were as humble as they were now.

After all, the three legends who have already died are living examples.

The strength of the person before them was beyond their ability to match.

In front of them, they were as weak as infants who had just learned to walk.

"Are we still going to put up a stubborn resistance?"

Gao Yang looked at the three people in front of him and spoke calmly.

The three men, including Leathermont, turned pale and then red-faced, but dared not utter a word of rebuttal.

After all, their lives are now in the other party's hands, and to refute or provoke them now would be irresponsible towards their own lives.

Gao Yang sat back, his golden-red battle aura forming a huge, almost tangible chair, and slowly began to speak: "So tell me, what were your plans for dealing with the Immortal Wasteland?"

Raytheon's expression grew even more unpleasant, but faced with Gao Yang's emotionless scrutiny, he could only grit his teeth and reply:

"We actually just want to establish a partnership with the Immortal Wasteland. Of course, we will take the lion's share and leave about 10% of the profits to the Immortal Wasteland."

"What wishful thinking!" Lisa's chest heaved violently as she glared angrily at the three people opposite her.

Leaving only 10% of the profits to the Immortal Wasteland is no different from being enslaved. If it weren't for Gao Yang, she might have become one of their profits as well.

Gao Yang leaned forward, looking down at the three of them, and said calmly, "Do you want to live?"

The three men, including Leathermont, hesitated for a moment, but still nodded honestly.

Gao Yang looked at Lisa, and as his woman, Lisa easily understood the meaning in Gao Yang's eyes.

She reached out her left hand and touched the platinum ring on her right ring finger. A flash of light appeared, and three blank contracts appeared before her.

(End of this chapter)