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Perhaps noticing Ye Feng’s irritation, the keeper of the Punishment Heaven Department, Boss Cao Yi, stood up and berated with anger, "What a disgrace with all this racket, get the hell out of my way, you’re blocking my view of the beauty, got it?"
The disciples of the Underworld Sect had the most volatile temperaments, and one immediately retorted coldly, "You old fool, are you seeking death? Don’t you know who we are, to speak to us like this..."
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Before he could finish his sentence, Cao Yi subtly signaled to someone on his left, and then the grey-robed elder seated behind him made his move. However, the moment the grey-robed elder stood up, Sima Zhantian had already pounced forward.
With a loud thud, the Underworld Sect disciple who had just spoken was sent flying by a punch from Sima Zhantian.
"Damn it, you dogs, if you dare to make a scene in front of my master again, I’ll chop you up with a knife," Sima Zhantian glowered, his eyes as big as a bull’s, his aura incredibly domineering.
The cultivation level of the Underworld Sect disciple who had just spoken wasn’t weak at all. After all, it was the Great Martial Dao Convention where representatives from each sect were chosen to come to the imperial capital, so naturally, they wouldn’t be mediocre.
A Divine Path Realm strongman, although only at the first stage of the Divine Path Realm, was sent flying with a single punch, which was enough to show that the puncher’s strength was nothing to scoff at.
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For a moment, the young elites from the various great sects were all stunned. However, they were all martial artists with vigorous Blood Qi, and someone soon spoke up, "You dare to attack a disciple of my Underworld Sect, you’ve got some nerve. If the information is correct, you must be Sima Zhantian, the legion commander under the Northern King, right?"
"That’s right, it’s me. So, what, you want to have a go with me?" Sima Zhantian immediately roared back. When it came to fighting, he had never backed down from anyone, even knowing he might not win, he wouldn’t frown.
You should know that back then, when he was beaten black and blue by Sausage Sister, to the point of flesh wounds and searching for his teeth on the ground, he still refused to submit. In Sima Zhantian’s own words, a man can be knocked down, but never defeated!
Ye Feng had intended to intercede because he realized that the cultivation realm of this Underworld Sect disciple wasn’t low. He had already reached the third stage of the Divine Path Realm, the Spirit Division Realm, which already counted as a strong opponent. And Sima Zhantian was currently only at the Peak Martial King level.
Even with his unique constitution, he wouldn’t be able to compete with a cultivator of the Spirit Division Realm.
The Underworld Sect disciple shouted, "Alright, you’ve got guts. It’s not quite appropriate to settle things here and now, so after sunset, when the Martial Dao Convention ends, I’ll be waiting for you on the dueling platform. I hope you’ll have the balls to show up!"
After speaking, the Underworld Sect disciple swept away in a flourish of his sleeve, followed by disciples from the Dao Sect and Mount Shu leaving as well because they had seen Northern King Ye Feng stand up, clearly indicating he was about to take action.
As the young disciples of the several great sects left to return to their respective areas, the leading elders from the Nine Great Sects of Ancient Martial Arts had already arrived at the highest floor of the Vermilion Bird Platform.
The top floor featured a huge round table conference room capable of accommodating about thirty people, but at this moment, there weren’t many people in the conference room, just twelve. This included the two elders from the Utility Pavilion, Tang Bai and Zhuge Wuming, along with the highest representatives from the Nine Great Sects of Ancient Martial Arts.
These twelve individuals could be said to represent some of the peak forces in the Xuanyuan Nation. The two elders from the Utility Pavilion held the highest secular control over the nation, while the other nine were the supreme elders of their respective Sects of Ancient Martial Arts, each with a cultivation level no less than the fifth stage of the Divine Path, the Divine Ability Realm.
These twelve individuals, no doubt, had all comprehended Divine Skills and were Great Powers. Some might have even stepped into the legendary Saint Realm. Of course, if someone managed to simultaneously annihilate all twelve, it would undoubtedly result in the collapse of a significant part of the Xuanyuan Nation’s foundation.
But then again, it would be practically impossible for any country in the world to accomplish such a feat.
As the twelve sat around the round table, Tang Bai suddenly said, "If there are no objections, then let us begin the Great Martial Dao Convention!"
No one objected. After all, the procedures had been set long before, and the morning’s meeting was just a formality, completing the nominal process. Then the twelve individuals left the highest floor of the Vermilion Bird Platform, and after passing through a dark corridor, they appeared on the high platform of the Martial Dao Convention venue.
The previously bustling venue went silent the moment these twelve elders appeared, with almost everyone turning their heads to look at them, and countless cameras shifting towards these twelve figures.
The Great Martial Dao Convention of this day was undoubtedly the center of attention worldwide, not only broadcasted entirely by the Xuanyuan Nation but also closely followed by foreign countries.
Furthermore, all the great powers of the world were gathered, waiting to see the young talents of the Xuanyuan Nation battle it out while trying to discern some insights into the Ancient Martial Skills through the recorded footage.
The host wasn’t anyone else but the Grand Sect Leader Zhao Gongming, who, at that moment, was dressed in a Tang suit and stood at the edge of the highest platform’s balcony. He didn’t need a microphone, but his words could be heard clearly by everyone present.
Next came Zhao Gongming’s eloquent speech, but Ye Feng didn’t care to listen. He noticed that Zhang Wenyuan had finally arrived, and judging by his Essence, Qi, and Spirit, it seemed like he had succeeded in reaching the Fifth Turn.
"Interesting, he actually managed to reach the Fifth Turn. Now, I’m curious how high you’ll climb," Ye Feng thought to himself. He had to admit Zhang Wenyuan was strong. If he hadn’t obtained the Divine Path Heavenly Edict martial study, he probably wouldn’t be able to defeat Zhang Wenyuan after his ascension to the Fifth Turn.
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Although Zhang Wenyuan had arrived, another person who Ye Feng was particularly concerned about, the most mysterious of the four delegates sent by the Utility Pavilion and personally selected by the two elders, had not yet appeared. It seemed that the Utility Pavilion was not willing to reveal this trump card until the very last moment.
"With such mystery, it seems the Utility Pavilion is truly confident in this person!" Ye Feng exclaimed. Just then, Grand Sect Leader Zhao Gongming finally finished speaking, only to be followed by the twelve elders on the highest platform taking their turns to speak.
Fortunately, although these twelve elders were quite old, they were not long-winded. Each of them spoke only a few brief words before officially announcing the start of the Martial Dao Tournament.
There were a total of twenty-two participants in this Martial Dao Tournament. The Utility Pavilion had four representatives, and each of the Nine Great Sects of Ancient Martial Arts had sent two, making up the remainder. Although the number of participants was not large, everyone was aware that those selected to represent their respective sects were undoubtedly the best among their peers.
Media reports even suggested that the twenty-two participants were among the strongest of the younger generation in Xuanyuan Nation, some of whom might potentially become key power holders in Xuanyuan Nation in the future. Naturally, this Martial Dao Tournament attracted a lot of attention from domestic and international media.
Ye Feng had already stood up and was about to step away when he saw Zhang Wenyuan approaching briskly. From a distance, Zhang Wenyuan called out, "Guess what the outcome is?"
Knowing what he was asking, Ye Feng couldn’t help but smile and said, "Judging by your essence, qi, and spirit, you’ve clearly succeeded. Congratulations on reaching the Fifth Turn!"
Zhang Wenyuan waved his hand and replied, "You probably don’t know that my joy isn’t from successfully reaching the Fifth Turn, but from another discovery."
"Oh? What discovery has the King of the Southern Territory in such high spirits?" Ye Feng teased.
Zhang Wenyuan whispered, "This matter, I’ve only told you and have yet to even inform my master. The Great Art of Fivefold Reincarnation doesn’t just have five turns—there are actually nine turns in total!"
"Nine Turns Reincarnation?" Ye Feng was slightly taken aback upon hearing this. At his level of cultivation, he naturally knew what Nine Turns Reincarnation implied. The saying goes, ’Nine Return to One,’ and once the nine turns are completed, Zhang Wenyuan would surely surpass the Divine Ability Realm and step into the legendary Saint Realm.
Zhang Wenyuan nodded, "Yes, nine turns in total. I discovered it after breaking through to the Fifth Turn. Nine is the ultimate number. After reaching the ultimate, one will surely enter another level. To be honest, I’m very much looking forward to it!"
At this point, Zhang Wenyuan suddenly clenched his fist and said, "Ye Feng, with this Technique of the Nine Turns, once I complete the nine turns, I will surely become invincible below the Divine Path Realm. So you need to push harder, don’t let me leave you too far behind."
Ye Feng just smiled faintly in response. If it were before he obtained the Divine Path Heavenly Edict, an ancient cultivation technique, he might not have been completely sure he could surpass Zhang Wenyuan. But with the Emperor’s Dao Technique, Zhang Wenyuan was doomed to be left behind, and as time passed, he would leave him so far behind that not even the dust could be seen.
In fact, it’s not just him—Zhang Wenyuan might be strong now, but he probably couldn’t even beat Hong Qingyan, an ancient cultivator. After all, they were not on the same level.
However, Ye Feng suddenly thought of a key point and asked, "By the way, Brother Wen Yuan, although there’s no change in your aura after the Fifth Turn and you’re still at the Peak Martial King, has your qi strength changed at all?"
Zhang Wenyuan was immediately surprised by the question and blurted out, "How did you know my qi strength changed after the Fifth Turn?"
Ye Feng smiled and did not say much more. He finally knew that the core of Zhang Wenyuan’s Nine Turns Reincarnation Technique, particularly after the Fifth Turn, was also to enhance the quality of qi strength, which coincided with the path he was currently on.
Zhang Wenyuan also finally noticed something unusual about Ye Feng and exclaimed in surprise, "I understand now, I finally understand why your combat power has been increasing all this time, but your aura is still at the Martial King Peak. I’ve been wondering about this, and now I get it. You’ve been quietly improving the quality of your qi strength, right?"
Saying this, Zhang Wenyuan began to express his annoyance, "It looks like I’m one step behind you again. You always seem to be one step ahead in everything, but I refuse to give up. Now that I have the Nine Turns Reincarnation technique, I believe I will soon surpass you!"
Ye Feng just shook his head gently and said with a light laugh, "I can’t say too much about other things, but there’s one thing I can tell you: the path you’ve chosen to enhance the quality of your qi strength is the right one!"
Zhang Wenyuan nodded in agreement, and just then, both of their gazes suddenly shifted to a young man in white. Their expressions instantly grew serious.