Martial Sovereign of Myriad Realms

Ye Feng looked at them indifferently, and said: "What's the use of saying all these now? "It's not like he's been hiding among you for a day or two, but you don't know anything at all. From the looks of it, the royal family definitely has quite a few more people like him. If I were you, I'd hurry back …"    

"Why?" Jing Yuxuan scratched his head and asked.    

Ye Feng laughed and shook his head, "When something like this happens, there will definitely be a purge within the royal family. If we go back and report at once, we will be able to clear ourselves of all suspicions and earn some merits. Isn't that much more useful than registering here?"    

Although Jing Yuxuan was a rough and overbearing person, but to say that it was what it was, was slightly to Ye Feng's taste, and Ye Feng could not help but raise it a little.    

Sure enough, after figuring out the meaning behind his words, Jing Yuxuan happily cupped his fists towards Ye Feng and spoke a few words to the others. Then he threw the one million Spiritual Stone bags he had bet to Ye Feng and quickly left.    

As for Ye Feng, the fact that he displayed such strength meant that there was no longer a question of whether he could register …    

"..."    

Within the capital city, in a large and majestic manor.    

This residence was the renowned Prince Han's manor.    

At this moment, in a small side hall in the residence, there was a light shining down from the dark sky.    

If Ye Feng was here, he would have realized that he recognized these three people and that they had all suffered under his hands.    

They were Mo Yixiao, Tia Hualoong and Situ Ba.    

"I just received news that Ye Feng has already registered to participate in Martial Competition of Four Countries selection …"    

Tia Hualoong's face was extremely pale. His Dantian had been crippled by Ye Feng, and he had suffered the most out of the three of them.    

However, the resentment Prince of the Duke Han Palace had towards Ye Feng was definitely not inferior to Tia Hualoong's.    

The last time he was beaten up by Ye Feng in front of the Inscription Association's entrance could be said to be losing all his face. He had been hiding in the Prince's Mansion the entire time and didn't go out.    

"He's courting death." Mo Yixiao said with a gloomy face, "I heard that he has already become an elite warrior of the Martial House. In the Martial House, it is basically impossible to lay a hand on him, but if he goes up to the Challenge Battlestage, it would be a different story."    

Martial Competition of Four Countries, the entire strong nation, including the royal family, the Martial Palace and many powerful nations would send their most outstanding and powerful Martial Cultivator to participate. Even the elite status of Ye Feng's Martial Palace would not be able to protect him once he ascended the selection stage.    

The challenge of fairness must be accepted.    

"As long as we can make Ye Feng lose face, even if it's embarrassing, it would be good to vent our anger." Situ Ba said.    

"It would be best if his Dantian was crippled so that he would never be able to rise above the masses."    

"I have already informed my big brother about this. If I meet Ye Feng, he will definitely avenge me." Tia Hualoong's face was gloomy, although he had lost his cultivation, his gaze was fiercer than ever.    

His big brother Tia Changkong, was one of the strongest third level disciples in the Martial House. His cultivation had already reached the late stage of the Innate Seventh Level.    

The army had always been the royal family's territory, so Mo Yixiao's father, Prince Han, was facing off against the Northern Han Empire at the border.    

In order to hug this leg, Tia Family had always been extremely close to Prince Han's residence.    

"Your elder brother still hasn't left the Martial House, so his status must be suppressed by Ye Feng. If you really meet Ye Feng, you might not necessarily kill him."    

When he thought about the matter of the previous humiliation, Mo Yixiao's handsome face began to tremble. A ball of fury was suppressed in his chest, and he was no longer able to swallow or spit it out.    

"This prince will ask the number one genius of the royal family, Mo Qingfeng, to help tomorrow. With his help, there will be no mistakes."    

Although he was just in Innate Fifth Level, he could easily defeat Martial Cultivator, who was in the seventh or eighth level of the Innate Realm. There were even rumors that this person was highly regarded by the Emperor, and a while ago, he was bestowed with a powerful Profound Ranked Spirit Weapon.    

Furthermore, there was also news that he had successfully condensed the seed of sword intent.    

This was something that no one in the Strong Country West Tang had been able to do for decades.    

"With Mo Qingfeng making his move, of course there won't be a problem, but, with Mo Qingfeng's arrogance, Prince Yixiao, will he agree to cripple Ye Feng for us?"    

Tia Hualoong asked worriedly after pondering for a moment.    

"I have to give it a try no matter what, or else I won't be willing." Mo Yixiao fiercely clenched his teeth, and suddenly gave a sinister laugh, "Actually, in this prince's heart, there is still a good candidate. Hualong, Situ, do you remember what happened in the Willow Garden last year? "    

"Who is it?" Situ Ba curiously raised his head and asked.    

Tia Hualoong's eyes lit up as he made a gesture, then said: "Could it be … "Which one?"    

"That's right, it's him …" Mo Yixiao said excitedly.    

"If he does, that would be for the best." Tia Hualoong nodded with some excitement, "Mn … Prince Yixiao, there is still room for manoeuvre in this matter. When I return, I will immediately go and arrange it … "    

"Just who are you guys talking about?" Situ Ba was puzzled.    

Mo Yixiao whispered three words into his ear, and after an instant, Situ Ba also revealed an expression of enlightenment. Soon after, the three of them all started laughing sinisterly, as if they had seen the scene of Ye Feng kowtowing and begging for mercy on the stage, then being crippled …    

"..."    

Two days later.    

Ye Feng walked out of the residence. Han Chong was already waiting outside, along with more than ten s and others.    

The news of him registering to participate in the Martial Competition of Four Countries selection had already spread like the wind. Some of the Martial Cultivator with little grudges against him in the Heavenly Essence Country selection had all come to support him.    

Among them were many older students from the inner and outer court.    

After all, everyone came from the same county, so the stronger and more stable Ye Feng's position was, the greater the benefits that a group of people could receive.    

Forget about Silver Dragon Country, when Wu Tingrong and the others saw people with Heavenly Essence Country, they were like a mouse that saw a cat, and wanted to take a detour.    

There were even a few counties that were far stronger than the Silver Dragon and Tian Yuan, so much so that when their subordinate Martial Cultivator saw them, they would have to be courteous to them.    

All of this was because Ye Feng was willing to stand up for them.    

On the other hand, Hua Tiancheng, the other elite, had not revealed himself from head to toe, causing his prestige on the side of the Heavenly Essence Country to plummet.    

"Ye Feng, are you ready? The selection will begin in two hours. "    

Third Prince Huo Jian Kang was especially excited.    

If Ye Feng could successfully become a member of Martial Competition of Four Countries, there was no doubt that his reputation would become even louder.    

Furthermore, Third Prince wished that he could tell everyone in the Martial House that Ye Feng was his future brother-in-law.    

Of course, in front of Ye Feng, he did not dare speak carelessly …