Chapter 361: Arriving at the Kremlin

Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, the day of the meeting arrived.

After instructing the Through-Back Demon Ape to guard the Zhenyuan Army, Ye Wentian set off with Chen Fan.

For a Martial Saint, no transportation tool was faster than their own speed.

Ye Wentian grabbed Chen Fan and flew at high speed in the air.

In just a few hours, the two arrived at the Russian capital, Moscow.

It was exceptionally lively, and many experts from various countries had arrived here one after another.

To express respect, Ye Wentian and Chen Fan did not fly directly from the sky to the Kremlin.

Instead, they landed outside the main gate of the Kremlin.

As soon as the two appeared, a middle-aged man walked up quickly.

"Brother Ye, long time no see."

This person's momentum was vigorous, and being able to exchange pleasantries with Ye Wentian, he was clearly a Martial Saint without a doubt.

After the two exchanged pleasantries, an attendant led Chen Fan and Ye Wentian toward a huge venue.

Chen Fan asked Ye Wentian in a low voice: "Master, what is the identity of that person just now?"

"He is Liekeluoning, the biological younger brother of the current Russian Empress, an Initial Martial Saint!"

"The biological younger brother of the Russian Empress? Doesn't that mean this person is Diana's uncle?" Chen Fan couldn't help but mutter in his heart.

Before the two reached the venue, a tall figure came into view, rushing toward this side.

It was exactly Diana, whom he hadn't seen for ten days.

She grabbed Chen Fan's arm, exceptionally happy.

"Chen Fan, why didn't you tell me when you arrived?" She pouted, a bit resentful.

"I just arrived too, and was just about to send you a message." Chen Fan smiled.

Seeing the appearance of the two, Ye Wentian understood, and a thought-provoking expression couldn't help but appear on his face.

"Hello, Senior Ye!" Diana hurriedly bowed to Ye Wentian.

"Hello to you." Ye Wentian revealed a loving smile like an elder.

At the same time, he couldn't help but laugh secretly in his heart.

"If the Russian Emperor knew that his daughter had been taken down by my disciple, I wonder what his expression would be."

Russia and Great Xia, as two top powerful countries and neighbors, had many interest interactions and conflicts in the past.

And Ye Wentian, as the front line facing Russia directly, had fought the Russian Emperor countless times in the past.

Now that the descendants of the two had come together, it made him find it somewhat funny just thinking about it.

As soon as the few entered the venue, a cold gaze fell on Ye Wentian.

This person did not restrain his momentum at all and snorted coldly.

But soon, when he noticed Diana holding Chen Fan's arm to the side, he was stunned.

He coughed lightly and said with a straight face: "Diana, as a girl, you should be self-respecting; in public, you should keep your distance from males."

Ye Wentian couldn't help but mock: "Old Man Lie, what era is it now, still having such old feudal thoughts."

The Russian Emperor snorted coldly, his gaze falling on Chen Fan again, with a look of scrutiny in his eyes.

A Martial Saint's pressure like a tsunami pressed toward Chen Fan.

Chen Fan felt something was wrong.

"This old guy wants to give me a warning."

Chen Fan's mind moved, and the Sea of Consciousness Shield he had just mastered was displayed.

The original pressure was blocked outside; he felt light all over and bowed: "Lord Russian Emperor."

The Russian Emperor stared at him for a long time, surprise flashing in his eyes, then said indifferently: "The talent is not bad, but if you want to marry my daughter, you must at least be able to hold on for three moves in my hands."

"Old Man Lie, this is meaningless. Holding on for three moves requires at least the Martial Saint realm. Why don't I take action on behalf of my disciple; I have just learned a profound martial skill, let's have a spar!"

"Come, come, come, let's try!" The two rolled up their sleeves, looking like they were ready to fight.

This scene left Chen Fan and Diana stunned.

Chen Fan said instinctively: "Two, calm down, holding on for three moves, I think it should be possible within three years, ah no, two years, sigh, if it really doesn't work, one year is fine, hmm... work hard, one year is about enough."

As soon as his words came out, Ye Wentian and the Russian Emperor were both stunned on the spot.

One year? One year and you want to rival a Martial Saint? Are you serious?

The embarrassment on Chen Fan's face flashed by, with powerful confidence in his eyes.

Now his combat power was comparable to an Eighth-Rank Early Stage Grandmaster; he thought the difficulty of rivaling an Initial Martial Saint in one year was not great.

"Hahaha, worthy of being my disciple, well done, this old man believes in you!" Ye Wentian laughed loudly.

The Russian Emperor's mouth twitched, and he said indifferently: "Young people nowadays blow their own horns bigger than the sky; one year, I've remembered it."

After the Russian Emperor left, Chen Fan and Ye Wentian found a seat and sat down.

Diana also followed.

In the venue, there were more and more people, and almost every country had sent a representative.

Even more countries had brought one or two young talents.

Many experts greeted Ye Wentian one after another, but Ye Wentian's expression remained indifferent.

Ye Wentian was ranked tenth on the Top 100 List.

Naturally, he was the object of everyone's fawning.

But his gaze always fell on one person.

This person was exactly the Undying Martial Saint of India.

Chen Fan asked to the side: "Master, can you see anything wrong with this person?"

Ye Wentian shook his head gently and said: "Can't tell, same as usual, hanging his donkey face, no expression at all."

"Why don't I go and probe him?" Chen Fan suggested.

"How do you probe?" Ye Wentian was somewhat puzzled.

"I'll go behind him and call Karl's name; any normal person would subconsciously look back when suddenly hearing their own name. As long as he looks back, I think this person should be Karl's pseudo-human."

"Makes sense." Ye Wentian nodded.

Chen Fan stood up from his seat and walked toward the Undying Martial Saint.

At a position three meters behind him, he called out: "Karl."

At the same time, he stared fixedly at the Undying Martial Saint's reaction.

However, the other party had no reaction at all, still talking to someone next to him.

"It seems he is the real Undying Martial Saint."

Chen Fan understood and retreated to Ye Wentian's side.

Ye Wentian's brows were tightly locked: "Then whose heart is this one in our hands? Never heard of any other Martial Saint having the Diamond Undying Body ability."

"Is it possible that this person has always been low-key? Or this person just advanced to Martial Saint and you don't know?"

"That is possible."

Just as the two were whispering, the original noise in the venue suddenly quieted down.

Chen Fan and Ye Wentian looked back and saw a group of people wearing silver robes walking into the venue.

Everyone instantly became silent, staring at this group of people without blinking.

"This is the Three-Eyed Blue Blood Race, right?" Chen Fan asked Diana to the side in a low voice.

"That's right." Diana nodded.

Chen Fan stared at these people; these Three-Eyed Blue Blood Race people, except for an extra eye in the center of their brows, were no different from the human race in other compositions.

However, these people's skin was covered with delicate small bumps similar to goosebumps, perhaps because they lived underground all year round, and their skin appeared grayish-white.

From the appearance, this group of ten people were all male, among whom seven were older, and three were young people.

After Ye Wentian watched for a moment, he said to Chen Fan in a low voice: "The seven people walking in front are all Martial Saint strength, their aura is very solid, especially the leader, giving me a feeling of palpitation; their strength is above mine!"

"So strong?" Chen Fan exclaimed.

"Hmm! Those three young people are also extraordinary; their cultivation corresponds to our Fifth-Rank, Sixth-Rank, and Seventh-Rank respectively. Their foundations are all very solid."

Just as the two were talking, the meeting officially began.

This meeting was presided over by the Russian Emperor himself.

He stood on the stage and said loudly: "The purpose of inviting you all here is to discuss with the Three-Eyed Blue Blood Race the great plan to resist the Ghost Race!"

"This meeting has 10 people from the Three-Eyed Blue Blood Race, seven of whom are elders in their clan, and the remaining three are their descendants."

"Since the Three-Eyed Blue Blood Race was defeated by the Ghost Race, they hid underground, and it has been ten thousand years now. Their civilization was also almost buried in the hands of the Ghost Race; our human race is now facing the same predicament,"

"We Martial Saint experts almost dare not enter the other-dimensional space, fearing being caught by the Ghost Race every time we enter."

"I don't know what you think, but I feel extremely aggrieved, a dignified Martial Saint, living in fear all day long!"

"But, I think this predicament will soon usher in a turning point, because our human race is also about to be able to advance to Martial God!"

Wow! The venue was in an uproar, and many Martial Saint experts stood up one after another, with expressions of disbelief.

Ye Wentian also couldn't help but tremble all over. ===== CHAPTER 362 =====