Feng Qingge seemed to sense something and turned around quickly. She happened to see his thoughtful eyes. Her heart skipped a beat and she said quickly, "Brother Murong, I, I am just anxious..."
Murong Yixuan smiled elegantly and said in a gentle voice: "It is already extremely rare for an ancient mythical beast to appear in our Yaori Nation, not to mention that we saw the divine light fall to the ground and the mythical beast descend with our own eyes? In fact, you don't have to be too obsessed with whether you can get it or not. It all depends on chance."
"Yes, Brother Murong is right. Qingge is anxious." She regained her usual calmness and gentleness, looking at him with admiration.
"Who got the divine beast?"
Suddenly, a deep shout filled with pressure came from the sky. The voice contained spiritual energy and spread clearly around the forest.
Feeling the fluctuation of spiritual energy that was different from the mysterious power, the people standing by the cave were startled and looked up. They saw a middle-aged man in mid-air standing with his hands behind his back, looking down condescendingly. The majesty of a strong man permeated down at that moment, covering everyone.
Everyone felt a heavy breath like a mountain pressing down on their heads, and they couldn't breathe as if a huge rock was pressing on their chest. Their legs even wanted to kneel down under this powerful pressure.
Indeed, some people with lower strength and cultivation could no longer withstand the pressure from above and fell to their knees with a thud, blood boiling in their chests and flowing from their mouths.
Feng Qingge's forehead was covered with cold sweat because of the powerful pressure. Her face turned pale and her legs became weak. She was about to fall. Murong Yixuan, who was beside her, supported her and used his mysterious energy to protect her heart meridian to prevent the blood from surging.
"Senior, could you please put away your pressure and allow me to explain in detail?"
Murong Yixuan looked at the middle-aged man in the air, and noticed that there were several more people around in the air. Some of them were flying swords, some were riding flying beasts, and some were riding on flying vehicles.
"What? The divine beast is missing?" An old man nearby glanced down and frowned, saying to the middle-aged man who was releasing pressure, "Put away your pressure and listen to what that kid down there has to say. Who got the divine beast? Tell me now!"
Perhaps it was because of the old man's words, or perhaps it was because of Murong Yixuan's calm attitude, the middle-aged man put away his pressure and said in a deep voice: "Tell us what you know!"
As the pressure dissipated, everyone below felt as if a huge rock pressing on their chest had been lifted away. They were finally able to breathe and feel relaxed.
Faced with such a powerful person, no one below dared to be disrespectful.
Murong Yixuan bowed to the people above him and said, "My dear seniors, when I arrived here, the divine beast was gone and I don't know who got it. I am telling the truth. If you don't believe me, you can ask the people over there. They got here before us."
He looked at the people in the other team. Those people had already panicked under the powerful pressure from above, and they dared not hide anything: "Yes, yes, yes, we didn't see the divine beast when we came here, and we don't know where the divine beast went. If we got the divine beast, we would not dare to deceive you, the venerables."
Immortal cultivators! They are real immortal cultivators! Even if he had a hundred guts, he wouldn't dare to deceive the immortal cultivators.