Martial Sovereign of Myriad Realms

"Just now, you fought one against three?" Tang Chuxue blurted out.    

"I was just lucky." Ye Feng smiled faintly.    

The Martial Cultivator of the Eastern Zhou Empire is known as a sword cultivator. Tang Chuxue's mouth was opened so wide that it was wide open.    

One had to know that those who entered this space were all geniuses from their own countries. Their strength completely surpassed those of the same cultivation level, and they were even able to challenge those of several levels above them.    

Facing the three people who were much stronger than him in the Eastern Zhou Sword Art, Ye Feng actually killed two of them and ran away with one?    

Although Ye Feng had also become a blood man, it was still a bit inconceivable.    

"What can we do? If I don't risk my life, you will be turned into rice by them. It was a pity that he couldn't keep the most powerful one with him. "If the news were to leak out, would it bring trouble to the West Tang?" Ye Feng answered as he picked up his own Disillusionment Blade.    

Tang Chuxue didn't know what this round of rice meant, but she was still in the stage of being shocked by Ye Feng's amazing feat.    

Even if he had the help of a Raging Flame Lion King, at the same time, he still had to protect himself. Fighting one against three, two dead and one running, who could accomplish Half-Step Innate Stage?    

This performance completely exceeded her expectations.    

Those were three Eastweek Swordsmen whose attacks were incomparably sharp …    

After a short period of silence, Tang Chuxue finally opened her mouth and said: "Eastern Zhou and Western Tang, might not necessarily be fighting a great battle for the young disciples, but without a doubt, these few people all possess the status of geniuses and ought to be from some large families. At the very least, I know that the respect and glory of the East Zhou Fu family is not inferior to our Heavenly Sound Mountain. Ye Feng, you killed their people, you must be extra careful in the future. "    

"If you want to come, then come."    

Ye Feng nodded indifferently.    

His path of martial arts was not destined to be smooth sailing for Yi Fann. He had killed his way out of the Zhao Family Manor and killed all those who were not geniuses, so how could Ye Feng possibly care about those things?    

After the duration of the Blood God Armor technique, the side effects of the blood loss made Ye Feng feel weak. He gave a few simple instructions to Tang Chuxue, swallowed a few Pill, and then sat down cross-legged and meditated.    

After several consecutive battles, Ye Feng had already touched upon the bottleneck of the Great Circle of the Half-Step Innate Stage. Since he still had a few days to spare, he might as well try to break through it.    

It's time to break through …    

"..."    

Ten days passed by in a flash, and today was the day agreed upon by the four guild masters. The Void Fissure of this world would once again be pulled apart.    

Not far from the entrance, there were three dignified, talented youths quietly lurking around.    

These three people, were naturally the only three remaining from the South Qin Empire.    

Two of them had Innate Fifth Level, and one had Innate Fourth Level; their strength was outstanding.    

The most powerful one of them was tall and thin, looking like a tall and straight green bamboo. Although he was only standing there casually, he had a sharp aura about him, as if he was a treasured sword that had been unsheathed.    

He was the most outstanding prince of the entire South Qin Empire, Inscription Grandmaster, and in other words, the proud disciple of South Qin, the green-robed President Zhao, Ying Sheng.    

Amongst the two people standing beside Ying Sheng, the one on the left also possessed the same Innate Fifth Level, hence he had a well-proportioned body and a faint smile on his face. This person's surname was Meng, and he was the son of the great general of South Qin, Meng Chong.    

The one on the right side of the Innate Fourth Level was called Chao Yuanba.    

As the time for the opening of the crevice got closer and closer, however, there were no signs of any geniuses from the other three countries. Ying Sheng, who was originally unsmiling, had a frown plastered on his face.    

"Strange, why haven't the people of Eastern Zhou, Western Tang, and Northern Han shown themselves yet at this time?" Could it be an accident? " Meng Chong looked ahead, but did not see anyone. He could not help but ask.    

"What are we worried about if something happens to them? I actually hope that all of them die, because that way, next year, my Martial Competition of Four Countries will have a smaller number of troublesome opponents. "Stupid here, waiting for a ball …" Mu Yuanba muttered softly.    

The younger generation of the four great nations competed against each other, and their Martial Competition of Four Countries was even held once every ten years. They competed for the fortunes of the four great nations, and it was bloody and cruel.    

That was why Chao Yuanba said that.    

"Country barbarian, what do you know?" Meng Chong shook his head, a trace of disdain could be seen at the corner of his mouth.    

Both he and the second prince came from the upper echelons of the empire, and their families were prominent. On the other hand, Chao Yuanba was only born with grassroots roots, yet he had also been chosen to enter this place.    

"Meng Chong, what do you mean?" Being scolded by him, Xiang Yuanba's face turned red, and he could not help but let out a low roar.    

"Hmph …" Reckless person, what do you think? " Meng Chong refused to budge an inch.    

Just as Chao Yuanba was about to lose his temper, the middle-aged Ying Sheng said lightly: "Both of you, calm down a little for this prince."    

Although his voice was soft, it carried the authority of a superior. This made the two of them immediately not dare to argue.    

"We didn't find the Void Beast. This beast might have been taken away by the people from the other three countries. That's why we are staying here to see who has the luck and ability to do so." Heh heh, there's a saying: The mantis stalks the cicada and the oriole is behind. Being able to obtain the Void Beast before us does not mean that we have truly acquired the Void Beast. "    

Seeing that Chao Yuanba still seemed to not fully understand the situation, Ying Sheng smiled and said: "The strength of the three of us are second to none among the Martial Cultivator of the four nations. If there are people from other nations gathering here, this prince would definitely not mind bullying them and have a good look. If there really is a Void Beast, then wouldn't it be us who get it? "    

Ying Sheng turned his head back to look at Meng Chong and sent a sound transmission to him, "Xiao Chong, unbridled heroes emerge from the ancient times. My South Qin has a current status in the territory, and it is all thanks to my father's hard work in developing it. Don't forget, our ancestors back then were just insignificant reckless heroes. "    

Meng Chong nodded slightly.    

Chao Yuanba looked as if he was inspired, his spirit uplifted.    

Just a few short sentences had already convinced the two of them of this. This Ying Sheng truly knew how to admire the hearts of others and had a deep understanding of the techniques of an Emperor.    

"Second Prince, the Western Tang and Northern Han are not enough to be afraid of. But what if we meet people from the East Zhou Empire? " After a brief moment of silence, Meng Chong asked.    

"The Martial Cultivator of the Eastern Zhou Empire has been training in the way of the sword, and their mental strength is not the best. According to this prince's conjecture, even if they managed to find the Void Beast, they should not be able to tame it. Ying Sheng pondered for a moment before replying.    

The sword arts Martial Cultivator was very strong, even if it was Ying Sheng, he was not willing to take the initiative to provoke his.