For five whole years, right in this imperial capital, yet Ning Weiwei, as Ning Wuya’s only daughter, had never once offered a stick of incense for her deceased father.
With such indifferent behavior, how could you face entering these gates?
The two Martial Kings, Xiao Chuanqi and Leng Wuming, imdiately released their auras, forcing several people who were just about to step through the doorway to retreat.
"To kill or not?"
Rather than rushing to the gate, Ye Feng had first gone to the Second Sect Leader and spoken just two words.
"Spare a life."
"Ye Feng, Wuya indeed did not treat Weiwei right in this life, don’t bla her."
The Second Sect Leader sighed heavily with great weight.
Family and country!
When a man truly has to make a choice between these two, how difficult it is, yet Ning Wuya ultimately chose the latter, resulting in Ning Weiwei witnessing her own mother’s death.
"There’s no bla, just so hate."
The anger in Ye Feng’s heart suddenly dissipated quite a bit; he believed what the Second Sect Leader said.
Feng Zhen once said the Old Northern King had endured the most difficult tis, Ye Feng didn’t understand what had happened during that period, but that man, truly rarely had a smile.
He might not be a qualified father, but he was certainly a true king.
The Northern Border King!
"I have tried over these years, but Weiwei has never been willing to forgive Wuya; she’s not truly heartless, she just can’t forget her mother’s death."
"Go ahead!"
No one is to bla; you can only bla the tis back then for being too harsh!
The Second Sect Leader waved his hand, truly feeling weary; despite his efforts as her master, five years had gone to waste, and Ning Weiwei was still the sa.
"I will bring her back around."
Ye Feng turned and left.
Every year during Qingming, when Ye Feng offered incense and swept the Old Northern King’s tomb, he would stay very late, his heart actually always hoping that Ning Weiwei would appear, even if just to simply look at her father.
This was the only wish the Old Northern King had not told Ye Feng.
The man on his deathbed had his mind full of concern for her, his only daughter.
"Get out of the way!"
"Do you know who I am?"
Unable to strike anyone, Ning Weiwei could just consider she had a montary lapse, yet the remaining indignation in her heart was not so easily quelled.
"Ning Weiwei."
Xiao Chuanqi stated her na outright.
These Northern Border Soldiers had respect for the Old Northern King, but as for Ning Weiwei, had she not been the daughter of the Old Northern King, Xiao Chuanqi’s sword would have been bloodied by now.
"Forget it, Regint Leader Xiao, after all, she is... let them in."
Hong Qingyan looked at Ning Weiwei with complex emotions on her face.
In this woman, who was not even a few years younger than her, she could see a bit of Hong Yuting’s image—stubborn and unreasonable.
"Shut up, this is my house, and I don’t need you to play pitiful."
"I’ll say it again, get out of the way. Two re Primary Martial Kings, do you really think you can stop us?"
A fine sword had already appeared in Ning Weiwei’s palm.
She too was a Martial King. The entire team of thirteen, weren’t they all genius talents from the Utility Pavilion?
Among them, including her, there were three at the Martial King level, one of whom had a higher Cultivation Level than the two "Gate Guardians." Who would be afraid in a fight?
It was nothing more than not wanting to destroy the things here!
"She does resemble the Old Northern King in temperant a bit."
Xiao Chuanqi thought to himself, and then he asserted firmly:
"By the king’s order, all who step into the Northern Cloud Residence without permission..."
"Shall be killed without rcy!"
Hong Qingyan had tried to speak up and Xiao Chuanqi was prepared to let them pass, but seeing Ning Weiwei’s aggressive tone...
Fight then, who’s afraid?
"Junior Sister, leave the fighting and killing to your Senior Brother."
"I’ve seen arrogant people, but never have I seen soone so audacious that they dare to evict others from their own ho, do you know who I am?"
My mont of glory has finally arrived.
Yu Cheng rubbed his fists, his gaze towards Xiao Chuanqi filled with disdain; in terms of Cultivation Level, he wasn’t going to be a coward.
"Take one more step forward, and die!"
Xiao Chuanqi instantly drew his sword from its sheath, pointing it straight at Yu Cheng.
Does it matter who you are?
When it cos to fighting and handling affairs, Xiao Chuanqi was always brief in words, the preeminent God of Slaughter of the Northern Border was known for his cold disposition.
Such strong killing intent!
Yu Cheng suddenly felt a tightness in his chest; although he was a Mid Stage Martial King, he had only killed a few people; he was afraid to encounter such ruthless opponents.
However, with his junior brother and sister watching, Yu Cheng did not want to show weakness, saying:
"My master, Li Erlong!"
Ning Weiwei frowned secretly; this senior brother was just as annoying as ever. Such tricks might work on the common people of the imperial capital, but against these two, who doesn’t know that the people of the Northern Border aren’t afraid of trouble?
Moreover, the people standing behind them wouldn’t care if your master ca either.
There was no reaction!
The expressions of Xiao Chuanqi and Leng Wuming were strikingly consistent. Are they fools?
"My master, Li Erlong!"
Lest the two hadn’t heard clearly, Yu Cheng bellowed again.
In the imperial capital, not giving Yu Cheng face might not matter, but how many would dare not to give face to Li Erlong?
"Say it one more ti?"
Leng Wuming, who had not spoken up until now, mocked with a jesting tone.
"My master, Li Erlong!"
Yu Cheng obviously cooperated with the prompt, his tone unchanged.
"Want to say it one more ti?"
A flash of red light, suddenly coming to his senses, Yu Cheng realized there was a blood-red small sword at his throat, pointing directly at his Adam’s apple.
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Divine Path Expert?
Damnit, posing as a Martial King when you’re a towering Divine Path Expert—Yu Cheng broke out in cold sweat, his reaction was non-existent as the speed was too fast; he imdiately said,
"Spare , hero."
His legs, hidden in his sleeves, were trembling non-stop. It was the Sword Spirit at his throat, the will to live made Yu Cheng endure and not collapse.
That’s more like it!
"Anyone else want to make a move?"
Xiao Chuanqi glanced coldly at the group of people in front of him, full of disdain. He had thought they would be capable fighters, but they were just a bunch of inexperienced weaklings.
No one dared to make a sound.
Ning Weiwei quietly exchanged a glance with a woman beside her, both eyes filled with denial; this man was not a Divine Path, but his combat power was indeed terrifying.
"Big brother, can you put away the sword? I will retreat right now."
Yu Cheng asked with a hardened scalp.
Truthfully, with such a deadly sword pointed at his throat, he couldn’t do anything. Any rash move would be tantamount to suicide, and he didn’t doubt in the slightest that the man holding the sword would dare to kill him.
"Put it away."
A robust and llow voice rang out from behind Xiao Chuanqi, who imdiately sheathed his sword.
"Ye Feng!" Experience tales at .Côm
Seeing who had co, Ning Weiwei imdiately beca so angry that she ground her teeth. She then said with resentnt,
"Fellow disciples, my enemy—it’s him!"
It was this man who had, in front of everyone, slapped her across the face.
Ning Weiwei had not forgotten the scene at Lie Yingling to this day. She had appeared once at Ning Wuya’s funeral, but Ye Feng had slapped her in front of everyone.
Just because she didn’t offer incense and bow to Ning Wuya?
If this had happened before Yu Cheng had been subdued, these people would have roundly condemned the act and then sward together in a flurry to knock down Ye Feng in retaliation for Ning Weiwei. But now—
Who couldn’t see that the two mighty guardians obeyed this man?
Ning Weiwei looked back and felt helpless; the thirteen elite descendants of the Utility Pavilion were simply intimidated by three people.
And they were of the sa age!
Judging by the age of Ye Feng and his companions, they were actually not much different from themselves.
"Co on, fight. So you all can learn that there’s always soone better out there and that there are heavens beyond this heaven," said the Second Sect Leader within the Northern Cloud Residence, her voice filled with indescribable wistfulness.
Those thirteen talents carefully cultivated by the Utility Pavilion had been truly cowed by Ye Feng and his two companions, defeated before the fight, outclassed in skill indeed.
Embarrassed right at their own doorstep!
"Enemy?"
"Say it again, what did you call ?"
Holding Hong Qingyan’s hand, Ye Feng walked slowly towards Ning Weiwei, his brows knotted in cold displeasure.
"Friend, my master Li Erlong."
Here we go again, Hong Qingyan couldn’t help but roll her eyes.
Is the na Li Erlong that significant?
Ye Feng didn’t even look at him, saying only one word:
"Leave!"
"I’ll count to three, anyone who hasn’t left, I’ll throw you out one by one."
Fine, you’re tough!
They say a wise man does not eat the losses before his eyes; Yu Cheng imdiately turned around, not expecting to encounter a group of stubborn fools who didn’t know better. Unable to beat them and failing to impress with his signature moves, he thought, let them be arrogant for a while.
"Friend, do you know who we are?"
Not everyone had the awareness of Yu Cheng; descendants of the Utility Pavilion just swept aside by a rebuke?
Wouldn’t that be a complete joke?
"I’m giving you a chance, draw your weapons."
Seven people, including Ning Weiwei, remained.
"Attack all together!"
Seeing the two won take the lead, the five behind them imdiately charged as well.
"Foolish."
Ye Feng advanced with his head held high, casually neutralizing the attacks of Ning Weiwei and another woman, before pushing forward with a palm.
Just one palm, and the five Grandmasters behind were instantly knocked over, tumbling down the stairs.
"So strong!"
Yan Hongqian had found out whether she was a match with just one move.
"Throw them out."
Ye Feng instantly moved behind Yan Hongqian and pushed her toward Xiao Chuanqi.
And then!
Hong Qingyan saw a scene that troubled her; Xiao Chuanqi had no intention of showing rcy, grabbing Yan Hongqian by the neck and dragging her outside.
In just a few brief monts, seven had been thoroughly defeated, leaving only Ning Weiwei standing dazed in place.
"When did you advance to a Martial King?"
Five years ago, Ning Weiwei’s cultivation level was still above Ye Feng’s, and if it weren’t for the presence of many significant figures around, she wouldn’t have been hit.
But five years later, Ye Feng completely overwheld her in cultivation level.
"Before asking a question, what should you call ?"
Ye Feng flicked away the Soft Sword in Ning Weiwei’s hand with a snap of his fingers, his words authoritative.
Enemy?
A gaze filled with gentleness and sorrow fixed on Ning Weiwei; unexpectedly, after five years, she ca seeking him, this so-called enemy.
To settle a score!
"Ye Feng, why do you get to control , why do you get to hit ?"
Ning Weiwei suddenly shouted out loud, her eyes shimring with tears, standing strong without letting them fall.
"Because I’m your brother."
Ye Feng shouted back in response; the bond he shared with the Old Northern King was incomprehensible to the rest of the world.
Though they bore no na of father and son, their bond was stronger than that of blood.
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