The blond young man was taken aback, seeming accustomed to the worship of mortals.
He listened to Yang Fei's words, and instead felt a bit unresponsive.
Yang Fei put his hands on his hips, looking at the guy with a stupid expression.
"I've only ever kneeled to heaven, earth, and my elders; I've never kneeled to some pretty boy who's still growing his hair."
The blond youth raised his eyebrows, his sharp fangs showing at the corners of his mouth, and said coldly.
"If you don't kneel, I'm afraid you'll never have the chance to again."
"Oh, really? Do you believe I can charge you with intimidation?"
Yang Fei sneered, the corners of his mouth drooping.
Based on his experience, this so-called Duke Augustus was probably just a second generation rich kid who hadn't seen much of the world.
Sure enough, Augustus shouted furiously and suddenly rushed towards Yang Fei.
Among the Ancient Six Clans, the Immortal Race was known for their speed.
