Immemorial War God

"Your Holiness, please sit." The High General stood up and cupped his fists, inviting the big fatty to take a seat. There were a few middle-aged men with an evil aura sitting on the seats, with one look, one could tell that they were generals who had been on the battlefield for a long time, not generals.    

    

These people all looked at the big fatty and nodded towards him, but their eyes were filled with disdain. Although they were happy to make Yan De Empire look bad, they did not like the people of Yan De Empire.    

    

"Hmm?"    

    

The fat guy nodded his head slightly and then went to his seat, but when he sat down, he realized that there were no seats on either side of him, and his expression changed. He raised his head and looked at his surroundings, there was clearly an empty space but he did not move the chair, which showed that he looked down upon Mo Feng and the miser, and did not even prepare a seat.    

    

Turning his head to look at High General, his expression swiftly darkened. Standing up, he said coldly:    

    

"What do you mean?"    

    

"Oh? Lord Buddha, is there a problem? " High General stood up and asked with an indifferent expression, as if he had not noticed the problem at all.    

    

"Sir, my two friends don't have seats, do you want them to eat while standing?" The fatty's gaze became even colder. He was still pretending to be ignorant. If it wasn't for the fact that he had to keep a low profile in the imperial city, he would have exploded out of anger a long time ago.    

    

"Lord Buddha, you misunderstood." The High General quickly explained:    

    

"I didn't want your friend to eat while standing. Today, I've only invited you."    

    

"Hmph."    

    

When these words were spoken, the few generals sitting there sneered in unison. You really think yourself to be someone important, to be able to make you eat with them is already a great honor, with just your friend, a stellar state, and a Star Condensation Realm, you think you have the qualifications to eat? Who was worthy enough to eat with them?    

    

"How preposterous!"    

    

The fat man swept his gaze across the few generals and landed on High General. His anger was burning, he looked down on Mo Feng and the miser, and it was smacking him in the face. Mo Feng was his life mentor, he could not eat, and he could even stand, but Mo Feng had to sit here.    

    

"Forget it." At this time, Mo Feng patted his shoulder.    

    

The fatty turned to look at Mo Feng, who only shook his head. The fatty opened his mouth wide, but had no choice but to give up. He turned to look at High General and saw that his face was unchanging, his chest heaving up and down.    

    

"In that case, thank you for your good intentions. Goodbye." With that, he cupped his fists and left. Even Mo Feng was standing there, what else could he eat?    

    

Seeing the fatty leave without hesitation, Mo Feng shook his head helplessly, turned and followed him. If it was him, he would not dare to do it, because these people were simply too much.    

    

"Halt!"    

    

High General immediately roared, and the other generals stood up, looking at the fat man's ice-cold eyes, they dared to show them their faces, thinking that they were some kind of character!    

    

"Sir, you're leaving now? Aren't you looking down on us a little too much?" He was already in the capital, and yet he still dared to be so arrogant in his territory. Did he really come to the Xuxu Empire to enjoy himself?    

    

"Hmph." The fat man turned around and looked at the people of High General, sneering.    

    

"I don't think much of my friends, so why should I put you in my eyes? I've lived for dozens of years and I'm talking about camaraderie. Sir, don't forget your words!"    

    

High General's expression froze. He had already guaranteed that he would do so before, and with the empire's clear instructions, since the fatty had chosen to rely on them, he could not move. At most, he could only imprison him.    

    

The fat guy knew that, at most he would just be locked up, but he wouldn't be able to take this lying down. After being locked up for 10 days, once Mo Feng recovered his strength, they would all die!    

    

The High General spoke with a dark face, but before he could say the word "misunderstanding", he suddenly looked at the fatty with a glare. The few generals who were about to get angry were also stunned, as if they had realized the same problem.    

    

"How many years have you cultivated for?" A general suddenly asked after a while. The fat guy frowned. This seemed to be a little off topic, right? Why are you asking this? It's none of your business how many years I've trained.    

    

"So what if I've trained for seventy years?" The fat man replied in a daze. The people of High General were stunned once again, they looked at each other, then the general asked again:    

    

"Then aren't you under eighty this year?"    

    

"Seventy is five. Is there a problem?" If it was anyone else, it would be extremely difficult for him to reach the Astral Soul Realm in seventy years. Generally, powerful geniuses would find it difficult to break through the Astral Soul Realm at the age of ninety, and achieve this achievement in seventy years, which could be said to sweep away more than ninety percent of the geniuses!    

    

However, he was not even one hundred years old. In the Astral Soul Realm realm, this kind of age was similar to that of a mortal who was around ten years old, and he was very, very young on the road of cultivation. Amongst the few generals present, who had not lived for hundreds of years, and had cultivated for a hundred years before reaching Astral Soul Realm.    

    

Even so, when the fatty met Mo Feng, he still felt that he had already cultivated to the level of a dog in the past dozens of years. If he had met Mo Feng earlier, perhaps he wouldn't even need twenty years to break through to the current realm.    

    

"Seventy-five!"    

    

"Only seventy-five!"    

    

"Hiss!"    

    

Everyone in High General was completely shocked by the fat guy's words. They stared at him with wide eyes and sucked in a breath of cold air. Let alone Astral Soul Realm, they couldn't even tell the difference in age from the way he looked, and he was so fat, so they couldn't even tell the difference in age.    

    

But they never imagined that the fatty would actually be over a hundred years old, only 75 years old. This sort of talent was simply terrifying.    

    

"How did he cultivate!"    

    

The more they thought about it, the more shocked they became. Their gazes simultaneously swept across the High General and then continued to fall on the big fatty's body. They had heard the story of the big fatty from the High General.    

    

If not for this, they wouldn't have come to drink.    

    

However, they never would have thought that the fat guy would be so young. This was too unexpected! Even more so, it was an unexpected gain!    

    

"Hmph, a bunch of inexperienced people." Seeing the High General and the rest's faces filled with shock, the fat man sneered in disdain and turned to look at Mo Feng. If they knew that Mo Feng had comprehended at least three types of powers, and was around twenty years old, how shocked would they be, terrified to death!