The Night Clansmen under the altar were all dumbfounded.
They never expected that Yang Fei would actually strike a Divine Envoy.
In the minds of many, the Divine Envoy was someone absolutely untouchable because she stood behind the gods.
It's akin to the stone lions in front of the temple, even though they are made of stone, without knowledge or spirit.
Yet no one dares to climb and play on them, as it signifies the danger of defying the Deity.
From afar, Ye Shengge watched the Divine Envoy stagger back, a cold smile crept onto her lips, and her previously uneasy expression calmed.
Perhaps Yang Fei was right; there really were no so-called gods in this world.
The Divine Envoy was both shocked and enraged by Yang Fei's strike.
He hadn't expected Yang Fei to already be a True Martial Master, and the Divine Envoy could sense that Yang Fei's surging Qi-Blood surpassed his own.
