"Russian army?"

Ye Qingfeng heard this, yet he had not the slightest fear.

He grinned, confident and fearless.

"If I, Ye Jiujie, want someone dead, even if they escape to the ends of the earth, they cannot survive!"

"If the Russian army truly seeks their own death by coming to me, then let them come!"

As his words fell, Ye Qingfeng's figure had already vanished, leaving only the sound of thunder echoing between heaven and earth, leaving Ye Miao and the other two in a daze.

A bolt of lightning shot across the sky, instantly disappearing beyond the horizon, and the three of them could only stare blankly at everything.

It was only after a long while that Ye Miao regained his senses, a look of overwhelming worry appearing on his face.

"Xiao Feng was reckless this time, openly crossing borders—it's Russia, not a tiny country like Japan. Russia's border defenses will never let him go!"

He grabbed his hair but couldn't think of any solution; this involved a major nation, not some martial arts duel, and even a national leader might not be able to influence this situation.

The members of the Zhang Family and Qiu Ying could only pray silently, without any means to change anything.

Deep underground, two figures were quickly moving, with Slaga having transformed from his werewolf form into a human shape, while the Dark Race Wolfman who had rescued him turned into a middle-aged big man. The two used the Dark Race Werewolf clan's unique earth-escape secret technique, moving freely through the underground in their flight.

"Uncle, how come you're here!"

Escaping from the deadly strike of the Soul Devouring Flame Spear, Slaga finally calmed down and asked the middle-aged man.

"Hmph, do you still have the audacity to ask me!" The middle-aged man's name was Hadi, holding an extremely high status within the Dark Race Werewolf clan, being an exceedingly rare purebred Dark Race Werewolf, powerful and terrifying.

He snorted coldly and replied, "You run wild in Russia, devouring human martial artists is fine, it's our territory, I can cover up everything for you. But you dared, on a whim, to cross to the Huaxia border, making trouble, that's simply seeking death!"

Slaga had no temper at all under the scolding; this was his real uncle. In that great battle years ago, both of his parents had fallen at the hands of human martial artists, and now his only family left was Hadi.

Hadi took great care of him within the Dark Race Wolfman clan, being his greatest backing for his brazen behavior. Everything he had was given by Hadi.

This time, violating Hadi's words, he secretly crossed the underground borders of two countries to hunt civilians in Huaxia, thinking it would be unnoticed. Even if discovered, he thought he had enough ability to handle the situation.

In his view, few human martial artists in the world could deal with him, and that's why he acted so recklessly.

But he didn't expect to encounter an impenetrable wall this time, thinking of that mysterious fire spear which appeared from nowhere filled him with dread.

If Hadi hadn't appeared in time, he would have already been pierced by the Soul Devouring Flame Spear, reduced to a specter under the spear.

"I've told you many times, don't underestimate the creatures of the world too much, human martial artists especially cannot be measured by common sense!"

Hadi said solemnly: "Our Dark Race Werewolf clan is indeed uniquely gifted, a very powerful race. If it comes to innate abilities, no race can compare with ours."

"But humans are creatures full of infinite possibilities; their potential for development and creativity far surpasses ours."

"Even though they are born weaker than us, with no power, their development thereafter is unpredictable!"

He continued: "Back then, when our Dark Race Werewolf clan was besieged by numerous alliances, the most difficult to deal with were the human martial artists. Even your formidable parents fell at the hands of human martial artists. Do you not understand yet the terrifying nature of human martial artists?"

Slaga remained silent, a sense of regret rising in his heart.

Indeed, he had belittled humans too much.

In Russia, the human martial artists he hunted couldn't withstand even three or two moves from him. But this time in Huaxia, he encountered a truly terrifying monster.

"The earlier strike, bizarre beyond compare, I barely blocked it for you; had it been me taking that blow, I might not have been able to hold it off either!"

Terror flashed in Hadi's eyes as he said heavily, "If I'm not mistaken, the young man who tried to kill you was a legendary figure in the Huaxia martial arts world, Ye Jiujie!"

"Ye Jiujie?"

Slaga was slightly stunned, showing a look of surprise.

This name was one he had heard many times; during every hunt of Russian human martial artists, he would always hear them talk about Ye Jiujie's exploits.

Though he didn't pay much attention nor had much interest, he still remembered the name.

"Uncle, how strong is Ye Jiujie among human martial artists?"

He couldn't help but ask.

"How strong?" Hadi snorted coldly, "You fool, don't arrogantly underestimate others in the future. Go study the profiles of pinnacle human martial artists more."

"The power of Ye Jiujie, I don't know how to describe it to you, but you just need to know, he is a presence able to contend against an entire nation's martial arts world. In our Russian territory, there are likely very few human martial artists who are his match!"

Hearing this, Slaga opened his eyes wide, unable to believe it: "How is that possible, do you mean even those ancient monsters in Saint Peter City are no match for him?"

To Slaga's eyes, those old guys in Saint Peter City were truly terrifying entities. The first time he faced failure was there in Saint Peter City; if his uncle Hadi hadn't appeared in time, he would have been killed by one of them on the spot.

"Those ancient monsters?"

Hadi's gaze paused, carrying an extremely serious expression.

The old guys in Saint Peter City are definitely the most terrifying existences within Russian borders, and even within their Dark Race Werewolf clan, those who can match those old geezers are no more than four.

These individuals have each lived hundreds of years, witnessing several eras' rises and falls, genuine living fossils. Though usually never leaving their chambers, their power grows ceaselessly; even on a global scale, they're undoubtedly top-notch experts.

"Compared to those ancient monsters, Ye Jiujie might be slightly inferior, but not by far!"

After a long silence, Hadi finally replied.

"What?"

Slaga was horrified. He thought Hadi would say Ye Jiujie was nowhere near a match for those old guys, but to his astonishment, Hadi said Ye Jiujie was only slightly inferior to them?

He clearly experienced the terror of those old guys, any one of them could easily crush him.

Yet recalling the scenario when battling Ye Jiujie earlier, where he had no power to retaliate, his heart also understood.

In terms of power, Ye Jiujie indeed stands proudly over the world.

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