"Uh..."
As soon as he made this statent, many cultivators in Yang City were dumbfounded, feeling sowhat confused.
"If you think it’s polluted, why did you even co here?"
"Arrogant as the Dragon Heir, strong as the Banished Immortal Ning Bufan, noble as the Ancestral Phoenix’s daughter Huang Shuying, none of them make as much fuss as you. Who do you think you are? Others can stay here, but you can’t?"
Soone in the city spoke bluntly and without politeness.
How many heroes and elites have gathered in Yang City now?
No one else has complained, yet you seem to disdain the place, thinking the spiritual power here pollutes your noble body?
One might think you are a divine child descended from the heavens.
The Divine Water Palace might have so fa, but ultimately, its strength is barely on par with an average Sacred Land. The so-called Young Master Murong Feng is not much different from any ordinary Saint Heir.
"You mundane folks, this Young Master will not hold it against you."
He stood mid-air out of thin air, snorted coldly, holding himself in high regard as though looking down on the world, making one wonder if he was a son of an Ancient Emperor who had descended.
"Today, this Young Master has descended, hearing of a gathering of young talents in the city; why have none of those so-called Celestial Martial elites co to receive ?" After a mont’s contemplation, he suddenly spoke.
"Receive you?"
"Who do you think you are? Do you truly believe you are the Great Emperor’s own son?"
"So many Human Race Saint Heirs and Ancient Race Crown Princes have co here, and none of them carry as much airs as you. Do you really think you are sothing special?"
Countless people in the city spoke up, finding it absurd that this Young Master of the Divine Water Palace could be so entitled. Or perhaps, he was spoiled in the Divine Water Palace and believed that wherever he went, everyone must appear to receive him?
"To be able to welco the noble body of the Young Master is your fortune. re Celestial Martial, nothing but a tiny spot of land, yet today, my Divine Water Palace’s Young Master has graciously descended, allowing you to witness his esteed presence, a blessing you couldn’t acquire in eight lifetis."
Beside Murong Feng, the leading maid spoke, her words dripping with arrogance, as if she held everyone beneath her.
"Has your Divine Water Palace been secluded for too long, unable to recognize your own standing?" Not to ntion those self-important young individuals, even so of the senior figures in the city couldn’t hold back from stepping out now.
"Swish!"
In the distant void, there suddenly ca the sound of sothing breaking through the air, attracting considerable attention.
Looking afar, one could see two young n, laughing and chatting as they flew toward Yang City.
"The Dao Inference Saint Heir has arrived!"
"And with the Gu Family’s Dao Body, the two arriving together."
The crowd exclaid, recognizing the identities and backgrounds of the two young n.
In the face of everyone’s attention, the Dao Inference Saint Heir, Li Yiran, and the Dao Body, Gu Hao, seed accustod to it and didn’t pay too much mind.
The two were chatting and laughing, discussing sothing, and in a blink, they arrived in the void, flying right past the golden chariot of the Divine Water Palace without giving it a glance, instead planning to land here and head to the Forest Park gathering.
"You two, stop!"
Just then, the maid from the Divine Water Palace, who had spoken earlier, furrowed her brows, displaying a look of displeasure.
Her voice reaching their ears startled Gu Hao and Li Yiran, making them halt their conversation, only to notice that not far from them in the void was an extraordinary chariot.
"Have you two not noticed my Young Master here? How dare you not co forward to pay respects?" The young maid spoke.
Li Yiran and Gu Hao’s disregard for Murong Feng made her very angry.
"Young Master? Pay respects?"
Hearing her words, Gu Hao and Li Yiran were taken aback, then exchanged looks and turned their gaze towards Murong Feng, only then realizing that there was such a remarkable young man there.
Yet, from the current stance, it seed he was indeed sothing significant.
However, this didn’t seem to concern the two of them.
Regardless of whether he’s a Crown Prince or Saint Heir, why should they step forward to pay respects?
Utterly absurd!
"Gu Family’s Dao Body, Dao Inference Saint Heir?"
At this ti, Murong Feng’s voice was heard, his gaze assessing Li Yiran and Gu Hao as he continued, "I’ve heard you are kings among the younger generation of Celestial Martial, indeed possessing a certain charm. Yet, here I am, the Young Master, descending upon this place..."
"May I know this friend’s na?" Not waiting for him to finish, Gu Hao inquired, puzzled.
"This is the Young Master Murong Feng of my Divine Water Palace!"
The leading maid spoke arrogantly, "You two, hurry forward to pay respects to the Young Master."
"Why should we pay respects?" Li Yiran asked, genuinely perplexed.
They had heard a bit about the Divine Water Palace, said to be a powerful sect from the Outer Realm’s Celestial Balance Star, hidden for thousands of years and only reerging recently.
However, the sect’s strength wasn’t that remarkable; comparing foundations, it was even less significant than Dao Inference Sacred Land or the Gu Family, clans of the Di Race.
"They say Celestial Martial has been shut and isolationist for many years, but it seems your Divine Water Palace is the one that’s cut off from reality. Today, my Young Master has descended upon this place to announce to the world that the Divine Water Palace is back and to challenge your so-called young kings of Celestial Martial, showcasing our Divine Water Palace’s strength."
He stood with his hands behind his back, as arrogant as a Great Emperor, as if gazing down on all existence.
Many were speechless, unsure of where he found such confidence.
In terms of identity and status, neither Gu Hao nor Li Yiran was inferior to Murong Feng; in terms of background, both the Dao Inference Sacred Land and the Gu Family were clearly superior to the Divine Water Palace.
"I understand now."
Li Yiran nodded, seemingly enlightened, stepping forward, "You’re here to get beaten up, aren’t you?"
"Get beaten up?"
This remark, reaching Murong Feng’s ears, instantly incited his fury.
"Smack!"
However, before he could respond, Li Yiran’s slap flew towards him out of nowhere.
The crisp sound echoed between heaven and earth, making one’s cheeks ache just from hearing it.
"How dare you!"
"You dare hurt my Young Master!"
The dozen or so maids were enraged, each with drawn swords, wanting to rush over to battle Li Yiran.
"Bang!"
However, Gu Hao reached out his big hand and pressed them down, as if swatting flies, sending them falling from the high sky.
"Celestial Martial is not hospitable to the wicked; it’s not a place where anyone can co and act as accomplices. I think you’re the ones who have been shut off and isolated, not us," Gu Hao’s calm voice erged, leaving behind these words before they, uninterested in further entanglents with the Divine Water Palace, continued their conversation and descended into the Forest Park, vanishing from sight.
"This is Celestial Martial’s Dao Body and Saint Heir? Indeed, quite capable."
Watching the direction where the two disappeared, a hint of fear erged in Murong Feng’s eyes. Despite him clutching his swollen cheek, he snorted, "But, aside from these two, with my strength, I should sweep across the younger generation of this world."
"Swish!"
Just as his words fell, from the distant void ca another sound of sothing piercing through the air, accompanied by a special ferocity that instantly enveloped the whole scene.
Their eyes turned to see yet another pair of young n, coming with laughter and cheer, none other than the Dragon Heir and the Demon Heir, two young kings of the Ancient Race.
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