Martial Sovereign of Myriad Realms

"Genius Ye, you … You finally finished your training? "    

A timid female voice came from the other side. The dozen or so people who had been waiting for a long time walked up hesitantly, looking at Ye Feng as if they were looking at a monster.    

"Everyone … Sorry. "I accidentally sucked a little more, which affected everyone's training …"    

In fact, Ye Feng had already sensed the appearance of the surrounding Martial Cultivator, it was just that no one revealed any hostility, he was completely immersed in his cultivation and did not pay any heed to them.    

Now that his training had ended and these people had not left, he could only apologize.    

The ten odd Martial Cultivator s were exasperated. Brother, did you suck a bit more? You've obviously drained all the Essence in the vicinity of the mountain, okay?    

However, the situation before was simply too shocking, and no one was so foolish as to truly blame Ye Feng for affecting their cultivation. The reason why they stayed behind was naturally because they had never seen such a method before, and wanted to personally witness it …    

"..."    

Under the depressing atmosphere, a few days passed quickly. On this particular day, the sun was rising. Nearly a hundred forces of various sizes were dispatched towards the Phoenix Perching Mountain Range.    

The Phoenix Perching Mountain Range was the highest peak within the boundaries of the Starlight City. It was rumored that there was a phoenix that soared into the sky once, hence the name, for the past hundred years, had basically been held within this mountain range for every session of the City Competition.    

City Competition was an important competition for the selection of talents for the Divine Martial Thirteen Prefectures. Every disciple who participated in the selection represented the face of each sect. As a result, many core disciples who did not reveal themselves but were secretly hiding in the snow would suddenly reveal themselves and use all sorts of methods to boost the glory of their sects.    

If one was able to rank among the top, it was also possible that they would be selected by the Special Envoy of Upper City and join an organization with Upper City.    

From a third-rate city like the Starlight City, entering a second-rate city was extremely difficult. Merely relying on one's cultivation and strength did not necessarily mean that it would succeed, and it would also require a strong interpersonal relationship.    

However, if one were to display their abilities within the City Competition and become an outstanding individual, directly being selected by the Upper City's envoy, all shackles would be removed.    

This was also the reason why the City Competition s of over a hundred forces had always been treated with such dignity and fought over them.    

Today's City Lord's Mansion was also packed with people. The younger generation's Martial Cultivator s were all dressed up in bright clothes, and when the sun had just risen, they had already rushed to the Phoenix Perching Mountain Range under the lead of Ding Mo, the manager.    

Of course, Ye Feng didn't go together with him, but rather wandered with him.    

Not long after walking out of the City Lord's Mansion, Ye Feng frowned, the path of the enemy was narrow, and actually met Mo Gaokun once again, where both parties were heading in the same direction.    

Beside him was a young man of about thirty years of age. He was carrying a blood-red long saber on his back. His eyes were like stars and his face was cold like jade.    

"Ye, you still dare to use your City Lord's Mansion … Could it be? You participated in the City Competition this time as well? "    

When enemies meet, Mo Gaokun's heart would be filled with rage. Thinking about how he was almost killed by Ye Feng, he became even more furious, and arrogantly went forward to block the road.    

"So it's Young Master Mo …" How to... Do you feel itchy or do you want to make yourself feel bad? " Ye Feng raised his cold skin slightly, and said indifferently as he looked at Mo Gaokun.    

As the Young Master of the Blood Dragon Flag, it was inevitable for him to participate in City Competition.    

"You are Ye Feng?"    

Without waiting for the flustered and exasperated Mo Gaokun to speak, the young man carrying the blood red long blade stepped forward, with a haughty and aloof attitude.    

"That's right!" "What, you have something to talk to me about?"    

With regards to this man, Ye Feng grew a bit cautious, this young man had an extremely dense Evil Qi on him, his gaze sweeping across the area, and the place where he crossed his arms was filled with calluses. Ye Feng knew, that only Martial Cultivator who walked out from a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood would have such a strong Evil Qi.    

"Mo Lengchang. Your head belongs to me. I'll wait for you at the top of Phoenix Mountain! "    

With that said, the young man with the blade on his back did not speak anymore. He walked forward with large strides, as if he did not pay attention to Mo Gaokun who was behind him.    

"Haha …" Ye, wash your neck! Sigh … Senior Brother Leng Chang … Don't go so fast, wait for me! "    

Mo Gaokun immediately chased after him. He really did not dare to face Ye Feng alone, as the scars on his body earlier caused him to feel a faint pain.    

"Brother Ye, looks like this trip won't be peaceful again."    

Looking at the two people's backs as they left, Zhong Lee, who had a bitter face, could not help but shake his head and laugh bitterly.    

"As you wish …"    

"Brother Zhong Lee, if you don't get jealous, you are a mediocre man. Geniuses are not called out, but rather, they are called out step by step from a pile of people." As if it didn't matter to him at all, Ye Feng spread out his hands, completely ignoring the threat of Mo Gaokun and the expert from Blood Dragon Flag …    

Since ancient times, there had only been one path leading up to the Phoenix Perching Mountain Range. Two hours later, the two of them arrived at the summit of the mountain.    

Looking down, one could see layers upon layers of forests and small mountains. Only the dense crowd on top of the mountain range, other than Human Clan, were there Martial Cultivator from other races that came here to watch the battle and join in on the excitement.    

At the top of the mountain, there was a natural stone platform that was as flat as a mirror. Along the sides of the stone platform, there were many huge spectating platforms that were as tall as a Roman colosseum.    

It was not even noon yet, and all the large and small forces had already arrived. The best spots in the four sides of the stands were separately occupied by Three Sects of Extreme Fire Fort, and there was even one place with City Lord's Mansion.    

Ye Feng, who was bringing Zhong Lee around the crowd, walked over to the seating area for City Lord's Mansion and found a place to sit.    

He did not want to sound arrogant, but the moment he appeared, many Martial Cultivator s, whether they knew him or not, immediately went forward to greet him.    

"Genius Ye …"    

"Genius Ye has arrived. You are the main force of our City Lord's Mansion. You must bring honor to us."    

Amongst these young Martial Cultivator, there were some who watched the battle where Ye Feng killed Hee Bayi and deeply understood his strength.    

Also, the news that Ye Feng was cultivating at the mountain peak behind City Lord's Mansion was spread out. It was said that his cultivation was like a primordial giant beast swallowing and spitting out heaven and earth, sucking in all the spirit energy on a mountain. Although most people scoffed at this: A Void Stage Martial Cultivator... How is this possible!? However, those dozen or so Martial Cultivator s who he had personally seen all had their mouths wide open, and did indeed gain an extremely large amount of popularity for Ye Feng.    

When Ye Feng finished smiling and responding to all the greetings, his gaze turned towards the other three sects.    

Amongst them were some familiar faces. On the opposite side of the Giant Spirit Sword Sect area, Sword Master Sha Xin was dressed in gray robes and was sitting in the middle of the stage with his eyes lowered. He did not have any expression on his face.    

More than ten disciples stood on either side. Zhou Ruoyun was ranked third, and was using an indecisive gaze to search for something …    

Ye Feng turned his head to the left.    

On the viewing platform to the left stood a gigantic blood red flag. Blood Dragon Flag Master Mo Wuqing's face was full of dignity as his eyes shone like knives, so much so that anyone who saw him would be unable to help from trembling.    

Mo Gaokun was also proudly sitting on the side of the stage, with a group of disciples gathering around him. With a fawning expression on their faces, they continuously flattered Young Master Mo.    

Seeing Ye Feng's gaze sweep towards him, Young Master Mo laughed sinisterly in the distance, extended his right hand, and drew a line on his neck. His provocation was obvious.    

There were about a dozen or so disciples on the Blood Dragon Flag High Stage. Only the young man called "Mo Lengchang" did not say a single word, as if he was a statue …