The crowd only saw the spear, nearly piercing through the sky of defense, firmly held by a large hand.

The spear trembled constantly in the large hand, like a struggling wild dragon, its frequency even causing a sound explosion.

"Shen Fei, stop for me!"

Pierre appeared, his expression filled with shock and anger, his gaze directed at the Celestial Dao Demon Venerable emitting all its aura, full of apprehension.

Even though this was a casual strike, it was blocked by Shen Fei’s Summoned Beast?

Even the King of Invincibility could not withstand it so easily, could it be that Shen Fei already possesses the power of an Emperor.

"Do you stop just because you say so?"

Shen Fei looked up, smiling.

"Since when can the weak provoke the strong and walk away unscathed?"

Shen Fei didn’t flinch in the slightest as he stared directly at Pierre, while the Empress and others appeared, spectators around swallowed hard.

What kind of monster is this Shen Fei, who could withstand Pierre’s strike?

Pierre’s expression turned uncertain as he spoke: "The Dao Guardian of Reid has already paid the price with his life..."

"He intended to attack me, I only counterattacked by force.

Who knew he couldn’t even take a single punch.

Such a Dao Guardian deserved to die."

Shen Fei’s words left the crowd, who had been momentarily drawn away by the explosive snowstorm, speechless.

Tier Eight.

Considered a powerhouse on the front line, yet couldn’t take even one punch from Shen Fei’s Summoned Beast.

Pierre’s expression turned indifferent, understanding why the Breaking Abyss Army appointed Shen Fei as ’Walking with a Sword’.

This was not King of Invincibility; even without actual Tier Nine strength,

he was already at Half-step Tier Nine, and any King would meet their doom against him.

Eighteen years old.

Half-step Emperor.

These two utterly unrelated terms appeared on one person.

Even Pierre, firmly believing that America is the Country of Heavenly Blessing, started to doubt if destiny had shifted from America to Wu Xia.

How could there be such a terrifying Heavenly Pride?

Shen Fei spoke calmly, "If a weak one can provoke a strong one and walk away, Pierre sir would be in trouble in the future.

I would have people pointing and insulting you every day. If you dare to say a few more words, don’t blame me for being furious."

Pierre frowned, having already warned Reid and his men not to provoke Shen Fei rashly.

Regardless of the authenticity of Shen Fei’s intelligence, they should seek an opportunity to eliminate him directly; irrespective of how glorified a Heavenly Pride, facing death would reveal any deception.

However, Reid is arrogant by nature, being the younger son of America’s Grand Commander.

Moreover, he is highly favored by a Tier Ten powerhouse of the Tron Clan.

Lawless.

He simply ignored Pierre’s words, now finding himself in a predicament.

"So what should Shen Walking do?"

"Kneel and apologize."

"Impossible!" Reid instinctively shouted, a direct descendant of the Tron Clan, even backed by Tier Ten.

In such a public setting, kneeling and apologizing, if word got out, could his reputation survive?

Additionally, the political impact would be immense.

The hardliners domestically would completely abandon him thereafter, having no need for any supporter who softens before Wu Xia.

Even the softliners would consider him too weak.

His reputation would utterly collapse, with no chance of recovery.

"Then forget it! Provoking the strong, the consequences are simple." Shen Fei laughed lightly.

Accompanied by Shen Fei’s light laughter.

In the next moment.

The surrounding space seemed to be stripped of color and chaos.

The Empress’ eyes flashed with a cold, dark depth.

Instantly, countless waves surged from the Empress as the center.

All matter seemed suppressed by an invisible giant hand, movements slowed immensely.

The defense line, which initially held some color, now became twisted and dim under the light, completely turning black and white.

The sphere of light within the Empress’ palm swirled black and white, containing all the colors of the world.

Pierre was engulfed by the wave unleashed by the Colorless Realm Divine Power.

He reacted instantly, continuously applying purification skills to cleanse off the Colorless Realm Divine Power on him.

Though the Colorless Realm Divine Power was cleansed away directly.

Pierre was still forcibly halted for a moment.

Just breaking free from the Colorless Realm Divine Power, Pierre saw a fist flying towards his face.

Leaving him no time to tend to Reid’s safety.

All of a sudden, a bone mask appeared on his face.

’Boom!’

A blast rang out in front of Pierre, the bone mask and fist colliding, wild gusts swirling violently.

In an instant.

Pierre’s body retreated a thousand miles, frightening force continuing to push him backward like a beast charging, he growled: "You..."

Seeing Pierre retreating, the Kings and Venerables on the defense line were stunned.

Their eyes filled with shock and confusion, is this really happening before them?

One of Shen Fei’s Summoned Beasts actually pushed a Tier Nine back.

What have you guys brought here, is this still Blue Star?

No, buddy.

We are all Professionals, you’re only eighteen and already so outrageous?

"Sir Pierre, save me!"

Earlier, Reid had already fallen into the hands of a robust man, slammed hard on the ground, head bleeding profusely, mind buzzing.

Reid didn’t understand how even Sir Pierre could not save him.

He seemed to feel the killing intent from the man holding him, following his usual habit, he disclosed his highest background:

"I am the second son of the Grand Commander, my great-grandfather is a Tier Ten Divine Spirit, Lord Ao..."

’Slap!’

The man said nothing, only delivering a slap, then turning his gaze to Shen Fei.

Shen Fei merely nodded slightly.

The Jiuli Army’s robust man pressed Reid down forcefully, his face now covered in blood.

Reid felt a foot upon his head, yet dared not move at all.

He could sense the pressure of that big foot; if it pressed down, his head would burst like a watermelon.

Shen Fei looked down at Reid, "Tier Ten? If you were Tier Ten, I’d turn and run, but what’s the use of claiming your background?"

Who doesn’t have a Tier Ten backing, the last one who brought up background, was the Pope.

Do you know what happened in the end? Nearly died on their holy mountain."

Listening to these astonishing words, Reid’s mind, earlier stupefied from the slam, sobered up.

Kneeling hastily, he pleaded, "I was wrong... really wrong, I shouldn’t have provoked you."

Reid kept begging for mercy intermittently, having long lost the demeanor of a blond noble young man.

Ultimately recognizing the current situation, even his ever-reliable background when facing life-threatening danger, failed miserably before Shen Fei.

"Still uncomfortable?"

Shen Fei crouched down, smiling as he spoke to Reid.

Yet this smile appeared to Reid as a devil’s grin.

"No... not uncomfortable..."

Now, to survive, Reid would acknowledge even if Shen Fei called him a dog.

His miserable appearance stirred feelings of pity among the surrounding crowd, who also saw Shen Fei as too reckless.

Disregarding even Tier Ten.

But suddenly thinking of Shen Fei’s age, eighteen, able to withstand Tier Nine.

If they were his age, they’d be even more audacious than Shen Fei.

"I truly know... I was wrong."

Reid said tearfully.

Shen Fei’s face retained a slight smile, "You don’t realize you were wrong; you realize you’re about to die."

And at this moment, someone quickly shouted: "Shen Walking, please calm down! Please calm down!"

Stevsky emerged from the shadows.

He merely went to arrange the defense line, how did such incidents occur suddenly?