Immortal of the Nine Realms

Fang Chen did not underestimate this group of sixth-transformation Flame Race members. He sized them up very earnestly and finally arrived at a judgment. Their strength was on par with Fifth Brother. If they were placed in the era of the Nine Realms, they would absolutely belong to the most brilliant tiny handful within the various ultra top-tier factions. Just coming to the Saint Tower Battle proved that they were clearly absolute standouts under the command of Saint Chiyan during the Nether Ruins Era.

Seeing Fang Chen size them up so earnestly, the opposing party assumed he was afraid and could not help but reveal a playful, mocking smile.

At that moment, a voice called out, "Xian Hong."

Xian Hong had been about to throw in a few more words when he heard that voice. He was immediately startled and turned around to look.

A group of guests had just taken their seats at a nearby table. There were four of them, two men and two women. They were slender, and their skin gave off a faint silvery glow, as if their flesh had been coated with silver powder.

Xian Hong's face lit up with exaggerated delight. "Lord Yan!"

He immediately led the group of Flame Race members over to the four individuals to bow and flatter them obsequiously. The way he bent and scraped before them made quite a few foreign races look at him with contempt.

Wang Chongsong's face turned grave. "Those four are from the Vajra Race."

"The Vajra Race? Are they very strong?" asked Fang Chen, looking at the four individuals.

Their auras bore a faint resemblance to the Sword Body. Their divine abilities were likely linked to body refinement techniques.

Wang Chongsong transmitted, "They are strong. Although they cannot compare to the Asura Race, the Vajra Race is considered one of the powerful races in our region. Furthermore, they are not far from our Nether Ruins. Only the Flame Race separates us from them. They have twenty-one Saints presiding over their race, so they have twenty-one Supreme Bones. Moreover, their bloodline is quite unique. The most ordinary racemen possess bronze-colored skin. Even without practicing the Foundation Fist, they possess a massive force of a hundred thousand catties upon reaching adulthood."

A trace of astonishment flashed across Fang Chen's eyes. A massive force of a hundred thousand catties? Wouldn't that be roughly on par with a Martial Marquis from the mortal world?

A Martial Marquis might not even qualify as an ant before a divine-ability cultivator, but even among a powerful race like humanity, ordinary mortals were still merely ordinary mortals. Someone capable of exerting one or two hundred catties of strength would already be considered exceptionally gifted. Compared to the Vajra Race, the difference was a massive gulf. If they practiced even slightly, wouldn't every single mortal of the Vajra Race become a Martial Saint?

Wang Chongsong's expression grew increasingly grave. "Their Foundation Fist is also primarily based on external refinement divinity abilities. If they successfully establish their foundation, their flesh takes on the color of brass. This holds true across all three Foundation Realms. As their cultivation progresses, the brass color deepens. If they advance to the Nine Transformations Realm, their flesh becomes silver-white, exactly like these four before us. This silver-white skin isn't just unusual in appearance. Their defenses are terrifyingly strong. Among the peers of our race, those who can breach their defense are likely few and far between."

If it was not possible to even breach the opponent's defense, how could they fight? This Vajra Race was clearly far too much stronger than the Flame Race.

By then, Xian Hong had already been chatting and laughing with the four divinity users of the Vajra Race for a while. While they conversed, they would look over toward Fang Chen and Wang Chongsong from time to time.

Suddenly, the four divinity users of the Vajra Race stood up together and brought Xian Hong and the others back over to Fang Chen's side. Wang Chongsong did not dare to act arrogant now. With a slightly awkward expression, he stood up to greet them.

Seeing that, Fang Chen immediately stood up as well.

When Xian Hong and his group saw this, a playful, mocking look surfaced in their eyes. "You two are from the human race, right? In the past, your people always hid in the inn and basically never stepped out. You two, however, seem to have quite the leisurely and carefree mood?"

Among the four from the Vajra Race, it was a rather petite and cute-looking woman who spoke first. However, her eyes seemed filled with disdain for the human race, and her tone carried the amusement of a superior toying with those beneath them.

Wang Chongsong smiled self-deprecatingly. "It is a rare occasion for us to come to Longsheng City, so we just came out to wander around."

The woman sneered. "Wander around? Who allowed you to wander around? Do you have the qualifications to wander around? Could it be that not long after becoming a Saint Race, you've started to get ahead of yourselves? You even dare to ridicule the former masters who supported you?"

Wang Chongsong played dumb. "What do you mean?"

"We all heard how you mocked Xian Hong just now. Have you forgotten that in the earliest days, the human race was merely slave soldiers for the Flame Race? Without the Flame Race leading you, how could you have achieved anything today?"

The woman said coldly, "We will offer you a chance. Apologize to Xian Hong and the others, then return to the inn to reflect. Before the Saint Tower Battle begins, do not come out to lose face and make a fool of yourselves again."

Wang Chongsong's face turned stiff. He dared to ridicule the Flame Race because the dispute between the Flame Race and the human race had always existed, and neither side could truly do anything to the other. But the Vajra Race was different. The opponent's foundation was far stronger than the human race's. If they offended the Vajra Race, it would inevitably invite disaster.

However, he also couldn't bring himself to apologize.

After thinking for a moment, Wang Chongsong smiled and cupped his hands. "Then the two of us shall take our leave first."

With that, he tugged at Fang Chen's sleeve robe, intending to leave the restaurant.

Xian Hong, however, took a step forward and blockedWang Chongsong. A smile played on his lips. "Anxious to run before you've even apologized and admitted your fault?"

Wang Chongsong forced a smile. "What apology, what admitting fault? Everyone, please stop joking. We are all here to participate in the Saint Tower Battle. If there is going to be an apology, it should be settled inside the Saint Tower."

Hearing this, the aggressive Vajra Race woman had a cold gleam flash across her eyes. She said in a chilly tone, "If you do not apologize now, your race won't have a chance to in the Saint Tower Battle. Are you willing to endanger the rest of your race just to preserve a bit of face?"

Her slightly sinister gaze slowly swept across Fang Chen.

Wang Chongsong's expression was a storm of shifting emotion.

Right at that moment, a gentle voice suddenly rang out from not far away. "Isn't the Vajra Race being a bit too overbearing? I think this fellow is right. If you want an apology, you should fight for it in the Saint Tower. Whoever has the bigger fist is the boss. What are you arguing about here?"

The Asura Race?

Everyone looked toward the speaker. Upon seeing his exceptionally handsome looks and monstrous elegance, everyone instantly recognized his origins. The expressions of the four from the Vajra Race changed slightly, and a trace of wariness flashed in their eyes.

However, that Vajra Race woman clearly felt that she had lost face because the other party interfered in this matter. Before her other three companions could stop her, she said petulantly, "What does our business have to do with the Asura Race? Why are you trying to meddle in this?"

The face of the Vajra Race youth whom Xian Hong called Lord Yan, who had remained silent all this time, changed slightly. He immediately took a step forward, cupping his hands toward that Asura Race member, and said with a smile, "My little sister is young and speaks without thinking. Please do not take offense, Your Excellency."

"Brother!" called out the woman of the Vajra Race, pouting in dissatisfaction.

That member of the Asura Race smiled. Just as he was about to speak, a sudden clamor rang out from outside.

Everyone was slightly startled and edged toward the window to see what was going on.

Under normal circumstances, Longsheng City would not experience this kind of commotion.

Someone looked out the window and cried out in shock, "The God Race!"