Martial Sovereign of Myriad Realms

This was Ye Feng's current advantage.    

In the past, due to lack of high level techniques, Ye Feng could challenge experts with higher cultivation level than him, but not in the Divine Martial Realm.    

There were quite a few high-grade Divine Martial Continent cultivation techniques, especially for the geniuses of the large sects, who had even more profound cultivation techniques and skills.    

In this regard, Ye Feng's small advantage was gone. Right now, the only thing he could do was to condense the Yuan Li in his body.    

"Before long, I should be able to successfully advance to the fourth level of the King's Realm."    

Ye Feng stopped cultivating and left the courtyard. When he wanted to walk outside, he casually asked what geniuses would come to participate in the Sword Truth Assembly.    

The Full Moon Restaurant was famous for its luxurious restaurant. The Sword Truth Assembly was about to begin and many experts from various places had gathered here for the gathering.    

It was already late into the night when Ye Feng arrived. The building was still brightly lit, and strong young warriors in all kinds of clothes could be seen everywhere.    

Most of these people came from the various courtyards under Xuanyi.    

"I heard that our Main Academy's Sikong Zhangsheng is going to participate in this year's Sword Truth Assembly? The first place will definitely belong to him. "    

"Oh? Didn't Sikong Sheng say that he would wait until the next round? Why … Anaïs can't take it anymore? "    

"..."    

On a table not far away, a few men and women with luxurious clothes were discussing with each other.    

"Rumor has it that Sikong Changsheng is the strongest in the main courtyard and has recently broken through to the ninth level of the King's Realm. He originally planned to wait until the next session, when he becomes a semi-sage expert, he would be able to take first place and enter the Inner Sect in one go. Could it be that the reason why he made his move earlier was because he felt that he could get first place without any opponents? "    

"To dare to do so, he must be extremely confident."    

"It's not only about confidence. Sikong Changsheng is originally a rare genius that has been recruited in recent years. I heard that when he was accepted into the main academy, it was only under some great conditions that he was accepted into the main school."    

"Also, the Sikong Family is a big family in Wang Fengxiong City with deep roots. If it wasn't because they valued my Xuanyi Sect, they wouldn't have joined their current master, right?"    

"That's right, the Human Clan three sects are pillars of the Human Clan. No matter how powerful the other clans are or how deep their heritage, they are still far from being able to match up to the three sects."    

"If Sikong Zhangsheng is going to participate in this Sword Dao Conference, then first place … It must be him. "    

Several men and women with luxurious clothes were obviously the main courtyard's disciples.    

All of them had extraordinary statuses and positions. They were all descendants from influential clans in Wang Feng city, and even they admired their leader Sikong so much. It was evident that this man was indeed powerful.    

"If the first place belongs to him, then what about the second and third place?"    

"I think that the second place will most likely land on Xie Cheng."    

"Although Xie Cheng is slightly weaker than Sikong Sheng, he is not that far behind either. Furthermore, the Xie Clan is also a powerful clan of Wang Fengxiong, their foundations are not bad. "    

A man smiled.    

This person was from the Xie Clan, and Xie Cheng was his big brother as well. When he heard this, he lightly smiled and said: "Senior Brother, you're too kind. Our Xie Clan can be compared to the Sikong Clan, but my big brother does have the strength to fight for the second place."    

"As for the third place, it should fall to the Mi family in Central State. The fourth, fifth, and even the next six, seven, and eight places will all fall to the other families in Central State."    

"Oh? From what you have said, other than the Central Region, no one from the other 12 counties has the qualification to fight for the top 10 places? "    

At this time, at another table upstairs, a young man shouted in displeasure.    

He slapped the table, stood up and sneered: "My Human Clan, isn't just limited to the Central Region?"    

The people at the table in front were discussing the location of the ten spots. They were trying their best to push out the talents of Central State County, but they never mentioned the other countries. It was as if there were no other geniuses in the world other than the Central Region.    

Hearing the words of this youth, a group of richly dressed men and women looked at each other and couldn't help but laugh out loud, as if they had heard a very funny joke.    

"What are you laughing about?" A trace of anger flashed across the young man's face.    

"Kid, did you come from that prefecture?" The young man that called himself Xie Cheng's little brother sneered.    

"Hmph." Tiannan County, Mo Chengkong. "    

"So you are a country bumpkin from South Sky County. No wonder …" The Xie Clan cultivator laughed contemptuously when he heard this.    

"You …"    

The young man named Mo Chengkong had an angry look on his face. He slapped the table and was about to attack, but was stopped by a woman beside him, "This is the Full Moon Tower. We cannot act wantonly here."    

"Moreover, what they said does make sense."    

Mo Chengkong seemed to hold this woman in high regard. Although he was angry, he had no choice but to sit down. After snorting coldly, he no longer paid any attention to the men and women at the table opposite him.    

"It seems that although Tiannan County is lacking in talent, there are still a few people who are experienced and not weak."    

The Xie Family disciple smiled complacently, and spoke loudly with a haughty expression: "The genius Martial Cultivator of the Central Region has occupied ninety percent of the Thirteen Prefectures of the world, and the remaining ten percent are split between Mo Bei and You Yue. This has been the rule for the past hundred years."    

When he said these words, he purposely raised his voice. In the whole Full Moon Tower, many people came from other counties, but not one of them refuted him on the spot.    

Because almost everyone knew that what he said … It was a fact.    

Since ancient times, there had always been powerful people. And in the last hundred years, Xuanyi had been the champion of the sword arts gathering and was also won by the geniuses of Central State.    

Other than the Central Region, Mo Bei and You Prefecture were located at the border of the Barbarian Clan and lived right next to the Barbarian Clan's tribe. Martial Cultivator fought with the Barbarian Clan year round in and year out, and under such circumstances, he was able to give birth to the valiant culture of Mo Bei and You Prefecture.    

There were occasionally geniuses.    

As for the other counties, they were far inferior compared to these three places.    

This was a fact that everyone in the Divine Martial Continent had accepted for many years.    

Xuanyi Zong was not the only one. The other two sects were also the same.    

"Other than my Central Region and the two prefectures of Mo You, the other ten counties are desolate. It would not be an exaggeration to call them backwater."    

"I'm afraid that with just Martial Cultivator in Central State, he can easily challenge those so-called geniuses."    

This group of well-dressed men and women laughed unrestrainedly as they spoke.    

"Everyone, I've heard recently that another county has produced an outstanding disciple." After laughing for a while, one of the men and women seemed to have remembered something and suddenly spoke up.    

"Oh, who are you talking about?"    

Everyone inside the building became quiet. They all wanted to know who exactly was it that could enter the eyes of these elite disciples of the aristocratic families.    

"This person's cultivation level isn't strong, but his strength isn't weak. Unfortunately, I heard that he's already dead. Otherwise, I might have a chance to fight for ninth or tenth place."    

A young lord shook his head and sighed.    

The woman beside Mo Chengkong suddenly cupped her fists and asked, "The one you two are talking about, is he the one who killed the Golden Roc Prince of the Demonic Clan in Wukang City a month ago … "Ye Feng?"    

Almost everyone showed an expression of realisation, many of them Martial Cultivator nodded slightly.    

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