Summoners: One Golden Term per Level

After Shen Fei and the others exited the aircraft, a wave of cold swept forth.

Even Shen Fei felt a bit of biting cold.

Shen Fei raised an eyebrow slightly, noting that given his advancement alongside the Empress and others, whether in terms of mana or physical strength,

he was already beyond comparison with even Venerables of similar professions.

After the Second Transformation, he was immune to cold and heat.

Unexpectedly, he could still feel the chill here.

Yan Motong noticed Shen Fei’s expression and said, ”That’s because of the Ice Abyss; the terrain here has been completely transformed.

Even Venerables feel the chill.”

”What about those Low Tier Professionals?”

”They’re all relocated closer to Europe; in fact, this is already considered a secondary battlefield.”

”That’s serious.”

Red Square, the capital of the Fur Bear, is considered a secondary battlefield, meaning the north of Wu Xia has been overtaken by the Ice Abyss.

No wonder Mentor felt that the Fur Bear was ruined whenever it was mentioned.

Additionally, if most of the people are close to Europe, geographically, Fur Bear and Europe are indeed closer.

It’s normal to be affected.

Just then, a stout man appeared, with a robust build and broad shoulders.

His facial features were defined, eyes as deep as icy stars, a high nose, and thin lips, his expression stern and unyielding.

His skin was wheat-colored, his short hair neat. His military uniform pressed, boots gleaming, radiating authority and decisiveness.

”Honored guests from Wu Xia, I am Grevsky, the deputy military commissioner of KGB at Red Square.”

Speaking fluent Wuxia Language, then looking at the five Tier Nine Emperors, ”Please follow me; accommodations for students and subordinates have been arranged.

Leaders from America, Europe, and the Church are waiting at the Imperial Palace.”

”General Grev, we’re not the Commander-in-Chief this time; it’s Shen Fei.”

Gao Ya glanced at Shen Fei and spoke softly, while Wu Zhao nodded.

Grevsky, upon hearing this, showed slight surprise as he looked at Shen Fei, quickly recalling a figure in his mind.

Though never met, the name echoed like thunder, especially since the recent God War was instigated by this individual.

”Shen Fei?”

”Hello.”

Shen Fei nodded with a smile; the Eighth Tier King was sent to greet Wu Xia’s people, indicating an internal preference for aligning closer with Europe.

Elsewhere, an Eighth Tier King would indeed be of high prestige.

But Wu Xia and Fur Bear have been allies for a long time, and considering Wu Xia’s five Tier Nine Emperors, sending only an Eighth Tier King means there’s more to the story.

Grevsky also smiled, ”Hello, truly a hero among youth.”

”Then, shall all six of you proceed together?”

Shen Fei nodded, for collective action was essential, not to mention the Ancient Secret Realm, which needed advancing into the Abyss from different directions to avoid conflict and wasting strength.

Mutual support was necessary; of course, whether anyone truly supported each other was uncertain.

But discussions were inevitable.

Led by Grevsky, appearing before Shen Fei was a vast building, carrying a religious solemnity yet a slight modern elegance.

After undergoing many verifications, they finally reached a conference room doors under Grevsky’s guidance.

”Here we are; please enter.”

...

Inside the conference room.

Figures of diverse appearances, not only blond and blue-eyed but also Eastern Asian faces with broad noses and mouths, representative of Ganges Federation.

All Tier Nine individuals, without exception.

”The representatives from Wu Xia haven’t arrived yet?” One person remarked coldly.

Wearing a Cardinal’s robe, leaning back in a chair with a somewhat impatient expression.

”Smith, I heard the Pope was gravely wounded by Luo Ran. Thought you wouldn’t come this time.”

From the direction of Europe, a middle-aged man dressed in a refined suit spoke with a smile.

Though his tone lacked elegance.

Smith spoke coldly, ”Gravely wounded? The Pope is God’s representative on earth, shepherd of lambs.

It’s Satan’s follower who was forced back by the Pope’s divine power.”

”Haha.”

Jason Windsor merely chuckled, knowing those words only fooled others.

Among them were individuals closest to Tier Ten, with channels of information revealing what truly happened; had it not for concealed power at the Church’s Holy Mountain delaying the action of Wuxia War God,

the current Pope might have met a bloody end on the Holy Mountain already.

”I’ve heard that this time, Shen Fei, the disciple of the Wuxia War God, will also come.”

The Tier Nine representative from America said with a smile.

Smith squinted his eyes, snorted, ”I know—if there’s a chance,

that satanic blasphemer against God, I will definitely kill him.”

”Last time, even the Hand of God couldn’t kill him, still looking for a chance to send him to Hell?” Jason Windsor said softly.

Although Europe and the Church were allies, internally, many factions existed.

He was a staunch secularist.

He shared no common ground with the Church, even expressing extreme disdain for its growing reputation in Europe.

Moreover, as a supporter of Europe’s royal authority, he was even more opposed to divine influence infringing upon Europe.

”This Ice Abyss will be Shen Fei’s place to descend into Hell.”

Suddenly.

The door was pushed open vigorously, revealing six individuals entering, accompanied by a nonchalant voice, ”Which brain-dead uttered me going to Hell?”

Immediately all eyes present gathered there, seeing a young man in white leading the way, walking leisurely with an indifferent expression.

Behind him were several figures naturally emanating auras, enveloping the young man all around.

”Shen Fei?”

Everyone present was familiar with Shen Fei’s appearance; this past year, on Blue Star, there was only one name on everyone’s lips.

Shen Fei.

Wu Xia, as the largest nation on Blue Star, attracted attention to any occurrences within.

Especially now, Shen Fei was renowned in Wu Xia.

Smith’s face stiffened, eyes narrowed—but Shen Fei directly looked at him, smiling, ”What, dissatisfied with not killing enough Heavenly Pride of yours during my mentor’s visit?

Planning to let your Church members all die here?”

”You...”

”You what? Your nonsense about my mentor being forced back by your damn Pope.”

Beside Shen Fei appeared the figure of Celestial Dao Demon Venerable, speaking calmly, ”Look at this.”

”Jesus’ Palm.”

Celestial Dao Demon Venerable shook what was in his hands, and where his hands held, there was a hole.

”Is it possible that my mentor was forced back, and your Pope sent a Divine Artifact to him?”

At these words.

All Tier Nine faces present were frozen; such close engagement, unveiling a powerful attack?

This ’Jesus’ Palm’ was one of the renowned Divine Artifacts of the Church, akin to Meng Zhengguo’s Dragon Gate Tower.

Ended up in Shen Fei’s hand?