Reborn Sword Emperor in the City

0Following closely behind the Ghost Valley Faction were the other families and factions like the Mo family, the Military family, the Law family, etc.    

    

Looking at those people, Ling Feng couldn't call them cultivators at a glance: they were indistinguishable from ordinary people. Also, the Mo family was a bit peculiar as every member was carrying a huge box on their back.    

    

Looking at them, Ling Feng couldn't help but think of Saint Seiya.    

    

When Yan Yuluo arrived with her father, she saw Ling Feng by sheer coincidence, I promise. Yan Yuluo's expression changed as she did not expect that he would also participate. 'Didn't the Ling family expel him? Who is he representing then?'    

    

Right now, the happiest person on the scene was Wang Wenqing. Not only did he find his long-lost daughter, but he also got an overpowered son-in-law in that surprise bundle.    

    

"Everyone be quiet!"    

    

Cang Qiong, the host, walked up, and everyone below fell silent. No one knew exactly how strong he was, but secretly—everyone called him Monster. He had been the sole host of the Martial Arts Competition for the last 10 years.    

    

Many of those who had participated in the Martial Arts Conference had become old men now. However, he still didn't look a day over 20. No one had ever seen Cang Qiong make a move; he was one of the most mysterious individuals in the martial arts sphere.    

    

"With the Martial Arts Competition being held once every five years, I am delighted to see the faces of many old friends. I also want to thank the Fiery Golden Dragon Squadron contestants and the various young talents from the various families!"    

    

From the podium, he looked down and said,    

    

"Today, I want to especially invite an old friend onto the stage. The last time I saw him was more than 20 years ago when he took the Martial Arts Competition championship for the third time. With a round of applause, let's invite Ling Tian!"    

    

The people below were stunned. They did not expect Cang Qiong to invite Ling Tian onto the stage. By now, which idiot didn't know that the Ling family had expelled Ling Tian?    

    

"He no longer belongs to the martial world! What right does he have to stand there?!"    

    

Just as Ling Tian was about to step up, a voice rang out. Everyone looked at the Ling Family first; unexpectedly, Diaolong from the Yan Huang Dragon Squad was the one who spoke out.    

    

"Oh? And, who do you think you are?"    

    

Ling Feng chuckled as he looked at Diaolong. Something unexpected happened again. Before the competition even began, two of the strongest candidates were already spitting fire at each other.    

    

Ling Feng glanced at Diaolong. The Fiery Golden Dragon Squadron consisted of adopted children, and then they were trained in a controlled environment. That training gave them power, but it gave them no real experience; in simple words—they were trash. In fact, in an actual life-or-death battle, any experienced martial arts King could kill their trained Emperor.    

    

"Impudent! This noble one is the next captain of the Fiery Golden Dragon Squadron. How dare you be so rude!"    

    

Diaolong frowned and yelled.    

    

He looked up and said, "Sixteen years ago, Ling Tian destroyed the Lee family. When the Fiery Golden Dragon Squadron went forth to capture him, they reached an agreement with the Ling Family: Ling Tian will be expelled from the Ling family and will not return to the martial world for the rest of his life. Ling Tian, you have completely disregarded the rules set by the Fiery Golden Dragon. Now, this noble one will take you back!"    

    

"Fiery Golden Piece of Crap, what bullshit is this? You dare proclaim yourself a noble with just your tiny Foundation Establishment realm cultivation? You're courting death!" In the Immortal World, other than Sword Emperor Ling Feng, no one else dared to call themselves the "noble one."    

    

Unexpectedly, some spoiled rotten trash decided to call himself the "noble one," and that too right in front of Ling Tian. The sword in Ling Feng's hand was already overflowing with killing intent as he charged towards the disrespectful little runt.    

    

"You're courting death!"    

    

Seeing Ling Feng's sheer disregard of the venue and occasion, Diaolong was enraged. The Overlord's Saber in his hand launched its offense.    

    

Their cultivation techniques were tyrannical. When they fought, neither of them used any skills. This was a one-on-one battle between two tyrants!