Martial Sovereign of Myriad Realms

Ye Feng looked at the Soul Capturing Ambassador and said with a faint smile.    

Although Ye Feng had a good impression of the Soul Capturing Ambassador, it did not mean that the Soul Capturing Ambassador could be so rude to him.    

Even if Ye Feng was not afraid of this shackle, he would not wear it. He was a Half-Saint, and no one in this world could make him do so.    

"Please don't make things difficult for me..."    

The Soul Capturing Ambassador revealed an awkward expression, but he stood in front of Ye Feng and did not want to retreat.    

"Very good."    

Ye Feng nodded slightly. This Soul Capturing Ambassador had already angered him. It seemed that these undead of the Dead Realm did not know what was good for them.    

"Get lost!"    

Ye Feng suddenly attacked and slapped out. The Soul Capturing Ambassador's eyes turned cold, and he immediately threw out the Soul Capturing Chain on his waist. The chain let out a whistling sound and tore through the space. Ye Feng felt a strange power attracting his soul, wanting to make his soul break out of his body and be hooked away by the chain.    

This power was not only the Soul Capturing Ambassador's, but also this world, which was also the Dead Realm.    

Ye Feng raised his eyebrows slightly. He did not expect the Soul Capturing Ambassador to be able to borrow the power of this world. This made him a little surprised, but it was not enough.    

"Pah!"    

In the next moment, the Soul Capturing Chain was sent flying by Ye Feng's slap. Then, his palm slapped the Soul Capturing Ambassador's face and sent him flying, smashing onto the ground.    

"Is this how the master of the Dead Realm welcomes guests?"    

Ye Feng did not look at the Soul Catcher Ambassador for long. He took a step forward and arrived at the door of the Soul Catcher Palace. He asked with a cold expression.    

"As expected..."    

The master of the Dead Realm sat on the throne of the Soul Catcher Palace. Seeing Ye Feng's actions, his eyes narrowed slightly. Ye Feng had sent the Soul Catcher Ambassador, who had the authority of the Dead Realm, flying with a single slap. His strength must have reached the Half-Sage level. His senses were right.    

"Haha, my friend, you misunderstood. It was my subordinate who was insensible. Don't mind him."    

The master of the Dead Realm laughed heartily and stood up from the throne warmly. He personally came in front of Ye Feng and led him into the palace.    

Seeing the master of the Dead Realm's actions, Ye Feng sneered in his heart. What subordinate insensible? Without the master of the Dead Realm's words, would the Dead Realm's dead spirits dare to be so rude to him?    

However, Ye Feng did not flare up. He calmly followed the master of the Dead Realm to a high place in the palace and sat on a chair placed next to the throne of the master of the Dead Realm.    

After Ye Feng sat down, his gaze swept across the palace indifferently. He saw that the dead spirits that had entered the palace through the azure light path all leaped into the large, blue, vortex-like well. After entering the vortex, these dead spirits disappeared without a trace.    

"This is reincarnation?"    

Ye Feng was a little surprised, but he did not look at them too much. Instead, he observed the other dead spirits in the palace.    

There was also a group of middle-ranked Martial Spirits in the hall. They were dressed in black and looked like the guards of the Master of the Dead Land.    

Other than that, there were also the Left and Right Guardians of the Dead Land and the Ten Great Magistrates. These people were also the managers of the Dead Land, and they should be responsible for the different affairs of the Dead Land.    

"I wonder what this friend is here for?"    

The Master of the Dead Land saw Ye Feng looking around and did not speak. He could not help but ask. He was not probing, but he was really curious about why Ye Feng had come.    

The existence of the Dead Land in the Martial Extreme Continent was not a secret. Martial Cultivators who had reached the high level of Martial Spirit basically knew about it. However, the Dead Land was barren, and in recent years, even the souls were rare. Naturally, no experts were willing to come here.    

"I accidentally barged in."    

The corner of Ye Feng's mouth curled up. He turned his head to look at the Master of the Dead Land. The other party was middle-aged and had a dignified aura from his movements. He was very attractive.    

At the same time, Ye Feng also noticed that the Master of the Dead Land was at the Half Saint Stage. However, this realm seemed to be mixed with some water. It did not give Ye Feng much pressure, unlike the Saint Dragon and the Blood Tiger.    

"Accidentally barged in?"    

The Master of the Dead Land was not satisfied with this answer. He chuckled, but he did not dare to easily make trouble for Ye Feng. After all, he did not know Ye Feng's background, so he could not make a move casually.    

After that, the Master of the Dead Land secretly gave the leader of the Ten Great Magistrates, the Good Magistrate, a look. The Good Magistrate nodded without batting an eyelid.    

Ye Feng saw their little tricks, but he didn't care. No matter what these people were thinking, he was not afraid.    

At this moment, a voice filled with death energy rushed into the hall. It was the Soul Capturing Ambassador who had been sent flying by Ye Feng with a slap. At this moment, there was still a conspicuous red palm print on his cold and dark face.    

"Master, I couldn't stop him."    

The Soul Capturing Ambassador didn't look at Ye Feng, but bowed to the Master of the Dead Territory in shame.    

"Oh? Master of the Dead Territory, you were the one who made him put shackles on me?"    

Ye Feng immediately raised his eyebrows and said to the Master of the Dead Territory with an unfriendly tone.    

The Master of the Dead Territory couldn't help but glare at the Soul Capturing Ambassador. He knew that he had schemed against the Soul Capturing Ambassador. The other party had said these words in front of Ye Feng to retaliate, but it was not important to him.    

"Friend, you misunderstood. I only asked him to invite you to enter the hall. This guy is too stupid, and he insisted on doing things according to the rules."    

After saying that, the Master of the Dead Territory revealed a smile and said gratefully, "This time, my friend slapped him, which taught him a lesson. It's a good thing for him."    

"Hahaha, you still know how to talk."    

Ye Feng raised his head and laughed, but his eyes were filled with coldness.    

"Sir, I think you look a bit familiar. Maybe we have met in the main plane before. I wonder what your name is?"    

At this time, the good judge who had received the Master of the Dead Territory's instructions stood up and asked Ye Feng directly.    

This question was obviously to find out Ye Feng's background.    

"I am Ye Feng, and I will not change my name."    

Ye Feng replied straightforwardly. Then, his eyes sized up Magistrate Liang Shan without concealing anything. He said in a disdainful tone, "Who are you? I, Ye Feng, rarely get to know people who are weak."    

When he said this, Magistrate Liang Shan's expression froze. He was an expert with an eighth level Martial Spirit. He could be considered a top expert in the world. No one had ever said that he was weak.    

However, Ye Feng's strength was comparable to a Half-Saint. He was indeed qualified to say this. Magistrate Liang Shan did not want to flare up.    

"Haha, I might have remembered wrongly. I also don't remember that there is a powerful being called Ye Feng in the main world."    

Magistrate Liang Shan laughed dryly and said. He was hinting at Ye Feng's disguised name. After all, who didn't have a famous reputation when they were Half-Saints? How could he not have heard of it?    

Ye Feng did not care about this at all. He could tell that the group of dead spirits in the Soul-giving Hall were not good people. Regardless of whether it was the Master of the Dead Realm or these Magistrates, the Left and Right Protectors, or the Soul-giving Ambassador, they were not bad people. However, they were definitely not smart.    

"I can easily sense the hostility and killing intent of these guys."    

Chapter 12 – The Soul-giving Hall