Martial Sovereign of Myriad Realms

What was this all about?    

Elder Fang had instructed him to take care of the Fang family's people, but he hadn't expected that after only a short while, the Fang family's Second Young Master would be beaten up like a pig's head and then trampled on by the other party. The third young master was even more miserable, to actually, actually cripple his cultivation?    

This... If Elder Fang were to be angered, wouldn't he be unable to let go of his responsibility even if he died?    

The Deacon Niu was trembling in fear, his hands anxiously twitching, his eyes landing on Ye Feng who was standing in the courtyard.    

He absolutely could not let this kid escape. He had to capture this murderer and hand him over to the Fang Clan. That was the only way, perhaps, to appease Elder Fang's shocking rage.    

"Kid, you have committed an unforgivable and heinous crime by provoking others and causing them to become crippled in this place. Now, obediently kneel down and admit your mistake and if you have the guts to retaliate, even if you run to the ends of the world, the Myriad Peerless Sect will take you back to you and torture you! Then, I will annihilate your entire clan! "    

The Deacon Niu's cold voice carried a thick killing intent.    

The meaning in his words was that if Ye Feng ran, not only would he die, he would also implicate his family.    

"Ha, haha …" Hearing the Deacon say that, Ye Feng kicked Faang Zhen away, and laughed towards the sky, "You are just a small courtyard Deacon, and an outer disciple, who gave you the qualifications to annihilate a whole family? If it wasn't for Myriad Peerless Sect, and for the fact that you were disrespectful to me while flattering and fawning on the Fang family's people, I, Ye Feng … I'm going to take your life. "    

"You don't know what's good for you. I think you've gone crazy from flattering me. You can't tell north, south, east and west." Ye Feng pointed at Deacon Niu, shouting a bunch of berating words at him, causing Deacon Niu to be at a loss for words, his face turning red from anger.    

"You … "You, you, you …"    

As a disciple of the Myriad Peerless Sect, Deacon Niu was, after all, a Martial Cultivator of the Innate Ninth Level.    

Ye Feng's strict words were so infuriated that he was about to make a move. In an instant, his aura soared and his figure became eager to give it a try. He could no longer suppress his urge and was about to go up and make his move.    

This time, personally taking action was not as simple as taking Ye Feng down. Deacon Niu had already made up his mind, regardless of whether this Ye surnamed brat would surrender or not, he would definitely kill Ye Feng.    

He simply had the guts to actually dare to scold a Deacon of a Myriad Peerless Sect sect and even dare to mock him. Fuck, you are going against the heavens …    

However, just as he was about to erupt, a voice suddenly came from the door. It was filled with indifference and coldness, "Wait!"    

A young man around the age of 22 slowly walked in.    

This young man was neither tall nor short, and he was thin and dried up. He looked quite ordinary, but as he stepped through the gate, everyone felt as if he was as tall and steep as a mountain.    

He stood there like a mountain. Everyone had to admire and admire him in order to see the peak of the mountain. It was an imposing sight that made people not dare to look down on him.    

When they saw his face, Deacon Niu and the Fang family's people all revealed expressions of joy. However, the surrounding people could not help but quiet down.    

Among them, there were many who looked at this skinny youth with a gaze that seemed to contain something called "dread". Some of them even had faces of unconcealable fear.    

"There is no need for Deacon to worry about my Fang family … The Fang family will handle this. "    

This person was naturally the Eldest Young Master of the Fang family, Faang Hao. At this moment, he was like an unparalleled god, with no expression on his face, he said coldly.    

"Yes …" Yes Yes... Young Master Fang is strong enough to intimidate the young... It's this Deacon... "Not well thought out." Deacon Niu's entire body was suddenly like a deflated ball, he nodded his head and bowed, reverting back to his original fawning expression.    

Faang Zhen who was charred black laid on the ruins and cried: "Big brother! You must avenge me. "    

As he said that, he looked at Ye Feng with hatred.    

A few other Fang Family Martial Cultivator s also shouted out loud, "Young Master, you have to stand up for us! Also, Third Young Master … This Ye surnamed Ye crippled the cultivation of the third young master. "    

Faang Hao's eyes became colder.    

His expression was indifferent as his ice-cold gaze fell on Ye Feng's body. After a long while, he shouted in a deep voice, "You're the one that injured my second and third brother?"    

"Kneel …"    

"Cut to pieces!"    

Faang Hao's expression was indifferent, his tone was full of righteousness, as if what he said was the law of the world, and he mustn't go against it.    

What?    

Ye Feng's mouth was opened so wide that even the surrounding people had strange expressions on their faces.    

To think that there was such an arrogant person in the world.    

The moment he opened his mouth, he wanted people to take their lives. Fuck, is this a joke sent by the ancient emperors?    

Ye Feng had always thought that he was more arrogant, he never thought that compared to the skinny Faang Hao in front of him, the difference was like heaven and earth. It was unknown whether this fellow had been like this since he was young, but it was clear that he had been kicked in the head by a donkey. His posturing had reached his limits.    

Especially that kind of serious expression, it made Ye Feng unable to resist anymore.    

"Ha, haha …"    

He laughed.    

A trace of anger and shame flashed across Faang Hao's face, and his expression became extremely dark and stern, "It looks like, you think I, Faang Hao, am a big joke, since that's the case, then … "Let's crush him to pieces …"    

Faang Hao slowly stepped forward and every step he took caused all the Martial Cultivator present to simultaneously retreat a step. Their expressions were all grave and their eyes revealed dense fear.    

This was a Half-Step Void Entering Stage expert who was famous for his ability, he would never make a move, but once he makes a move, it would definitely shake the world.    

At the same time, the surrounding crowd started whispering to each other.    

"I never thought that Ye Feng was really not afraid of death. Even when facing the genius disciple of the Fang family, Faang Hao, he was still not afraid at all, acting unrestrainedly …"    

"What do you want him to do? He is already caught between a rock and a hard place, could it be that what Faang Hao said was true, that he was going to commit suicide by kneeling down? "    

"Ye Feng's strength might not be any weaker than Faang Hao's. It's time to watch a good fight between two tigers."    

"Haha, I hope both of them are injured. This way, we'll have a better chance of winning the Inner Sect competition …"    

"You want to fight for the Inner Sect placing? "Everyone here is dead, so there won't be a single chance for you. Save your time …"    

"You … "Your mother …"    

"..."    

Looking at Faang Hao who was approaching step by step, Ye Feng's body was straight, his legs did not move at all, he did not give in at all, and at the corner of Ye Feng's mouth was a curve, he slowly laughed: "Since you are so arrogant, let me see, how much power do you have to be arrogant?"    

"Whatever. Since you insist on my helping out, I'll grant your wish!"    

Even before his voice fell, a spirit weapon had already appeared in Faang Hao's hands, and as soon as he unsheathed it, it released a long dragon roar, flowing with light and overflowing with color, emitting an ice-cold light.    

One could tell with a single glance that this saber was a rare and excellent spirit artifact.    

Then, the corner of his mouth revealed a hint of haughtiness, and he said with a sneer: "If you can block one slash of mine, I, Faang Hao, will spare your pathetic life."    

Before he finished his sentence, he slowly raised the long blade scripture in his hand. A strong power spiralled around the blade, condensing it but not releasing it. It revealed a pure method to control the Yuan Qi.