Supreme Martial God of the City

Chapter 1502: Chapter 1371: Such Arrangements

Zhao Fan led Ye Tian and the other three toward a table in the corner of the palace. There was a table there with relatively few people, only three or four, more than enough to seat Ye Tian’s group of four.

However, before Zhao Fan could seat Ye Tian and the other three, the three or four people at that table raised their heads...

One of them, a burly man with a tall frame and seven fingers on each hand, suddenly widened his bell-like eyes.

"Pa!"

He slammed the wine cup in his hand down hard on the table.

Very loud.

"What’s the meaning of this? These ant-like Qing Yan Clan scum are worthy of sitting at the same table as us? And there’s even a Human? Are you trying to insult us?"

The burly man shouted at Zhao Fan.

Honestly, for him to be sitting at a corner table, clearly his background wasn’t that big. To dare blow up like this was simply presumptuous, but his guts weren’t small either. Of course, this big guy had something to rely on: his own race wasn’t that strong, but the race they served was not much weaker than the Demon Spring Clan. So he dared to pick a fight.

Besides, the other party was only a servant, a lackey of the Demon Spring Clan, not even counted as a true clansman. Him starting something was no big deal.

But if he really sat at the same table as the Qing Yan Clan, and even a Human, and that got out, would he still have any pride left???????

That would simply be a disgrace.

With this burly man kicking up a fuss, the originally boisterous palace immediately drew quite a few gazes in this direction.

Some were amused.

Some were clearly here just to watch the show.

Even more were displeased.

Many people even started commenting bluntly:

"What’s going on? Even those little ants from the Qing Yan Clan can enter the wedding hall?"

"Is the Qing Yan Clan even qualified to come offer congratulations?"

"Looks like there’s even a Human who snuck in."

"Fuck, if it were me, I’d be pissed too. Isn’t this an insult?"

"That’s the Qing Yan Clan’s Holy Daughter, Spirit Butterfly, right? She really is pretty, tsk tsk..."

......

Zhao Fan was a bit embarrassed, a bit anxious, and a bit angry, but he still couldn’t explode, didn’t dare to.

He could only turn his head and bark at Ling Heng, Ye Tian, Spirit Butterfly, and Ling Zhi: "Trash!!!"

He could only vent his anger on Ling Heng and the other three.

"Young master, I’m really sorry, these four pieces of trash are indeed not worthy of sitting at the same table as you."

Then Zhao Fan put on a fawning smile toward the burly man.

After speaking.

Zhao Fan shouted at Ye Tian and the other three, "What are you still standing there for? Come with me!"

With that, Zhao Fan quickly headed toward an even more remote corner of the palace.

When he reached the very corner, where there wasn’t even space to put a large jade table, Zhao Fan snorted, then suddenly moved his mind and took out a small table and a few little stools from his Space Ring.

"Pa!"

He set the small table at the very corner. The small table wasn’t damaged; it was made of Wood, it’s just that...

Compared to all those tall jade tables elsewhere in the palace, this little table looked tiny, giving off a feeling of being one level lower...

"Sit here."

Zhao Fan said in a tone that brooked no refusal: "As for wine and such, isn’t the Qing Yan Clan all about brewing wine? Drink your own."

After that, Zhao Fan directly left.

And in the palace.

"Hahahahaha..."

Thunderous laughter.

Everyone looked at Ye Tian and the others as if watching a bunch of clownish jumpers.

It was just too entertaining.

The mockery was extreme.

Ling Zhi clenched his fists so tightly it hurt!!!

His eyes were bloodshot. This kind of humiliation made him almost explode.

"Father, I...I...can’t we just leave? Let’s not attend this wedding feast." Spirit Butterfly’s tears were streaming down, her voice full of pleading.

"You think you can leave just because you want to?"

Ling Heng said with a bitter smile, taking out Qingyan Wine from his Space Ring and, with trembling hands, pouring a cup each for Ye Tian, himself, and Ling Zhi: "The weak get bullied. That’s a truth that’s never changed since ancient times."

Ling Heng took a big gulp of wine, only to feel it scorching his heart!

An indescribable bitterness.

"Endure it. Even if we have to act like grandchildren, as long as everyone can go back safely today, that’ll be good, very good, more than good."

Ling Heng continued. Right now, he was just praying that his daughter wouldn’t have anything happen to her.

Unfortunately, was that kind of prayer anything more than self-comfort?

Spirit Butterfly’s looks were indeed quite outstanding, especially that pure, frightened expression of hers, which made people really want to...

Ye Tian could already feel at least dozens of scorching, playful, and desirous gazes in the palace sweeping over toward them from time to time.

Sure enough.

The next moment.

"Dong dong dong..."

The floor of the palace suddenly began to tremble.

It was the sound of footsteps.

A young man stood up from one of the banquet tables in the very center of the palace, holding a wine cup, and with a playful yet lust-filled look, walked toward Ye Tian’s little table of four.

"Damn it!!!"

Ling Heng’s face changed dramatically, turning deathly pale.

In the palace, many of the others started laughing as well, their smiles turning ambiguous.

The real show was about to start.

"Yangshan Clan’s Young Clan Leader Fu Yan."

Ling Heng’s voice was even trembling slightly...

The Yangshan Clan, a terrifying race. Overall strength not much weaker than the Demon Spring Clan, probably at about seventy percent of the Demon Spring Clan’s strength.

Especially this Yangshan Clan’s Young Clan Leader, Fu Yan, whose strength was fierce and brutal. Rumor had it that not long ago, Fu Yan had fought a Void Emperor Beast with his bare hands and came out undefeated!

Even as a Great Emperor himself, Ling Heng wasn’t sure he could beat this Half-step Emperor, Fu Yan.

Not to mention the overwhelmingly powerful, despair-inducing Yangshan Clan standing behind Fu Yan.

Just look at the table where Fu Yan had been sitting: right in the center of the palace, at the main table.

That status, that power, were on full display.

"Father, I...I’m scared."

Spirit Butterfly was shaking, her delicate body looking even more frail.

Ye Tian furrowed his brows slightly.

Plans can’t keep up with changes.

It seemed that even if he didn’t want to make a move, he no longer had a choice.

But...Ye Tian was a bit conflicted.