Martial Sovereign of Myriad Realms

Behind him, Liu Yuanhua's face was so dark and gloomy that it seemed as though water could drip out of it. Looking at the desolate look of the Gray Eagle, Wei Guo'ann who was going to capture Ye Feng was probably not doing well either.

"Kill, kill, kill!" He roared in his heart.

But in the eyes of the Mayor Chen Tianjiao, Wang Lin Long and the rest, there was a deep sense of alarm.

Wei Guo'ann's Half-Step Innate Stage Martial Cultivator was fine, but this giant eagle Demonic Beast was flying in the sky, its speed was extremely fast. Even if he could not beat it, he could still run away.

If it really came from Ye Feng, then no one would be able to see through it.

How did he manage to pull out one of the flying Demonic Beast's feathers and break off its wing to turn it into such a miserable state?

No matter how many times they imagined it, they couldn't figure out the reason …

"..."

Just like a vigilant cheetah, Ye Feng hid within the dense forest and slowly advanced towards the Zhao Family Manor.

Two days later, he was close to the Manor's entrance.

As he got closer, Ye Feng suddenly felt a sense of unease in his heart, and the closer he got to the Manor, the more this feeling flourished.

There was a faint smell of burnt flesh in his nose, mixed with a strong scent of blood.

With a stern look in his eyes, his figure disappeared into the manor.

The entire Zhao Family Manor was deathly still, and not a single sound could be heard. There were traces of flames burning through many houses, and there were even traces of blood in certain areas.

Ye Feng was horrified. He did not know what kind of huge change happened to his Zhao Family Manor in the short span of a few days that he had left.

Along the way, they saw several bloody corpses. The biggest grain drying field was littered with corpses. There were many old people and young children among them. Blood dyed the entire ground red.

They were all killed with a single slash.

He used the usual thick-backed arc knife.

This kind of blade was thick and sharp. With a single slash, one could easily decapitate an entire head. Therefore, most of the corpses on the ground had their necks cut off.

His methods were cruel and terrifying.

Concerned about Hua Ling's safety, Ye Feng's footsteps quickened as she walked towards the shabby house.

However, the small hut was already in ruins and there was no sign of Hua Ling.

His entire Zhao Family Manor had become ruins.

Including the Zhao Family courtyard and the market street in the Manor, many people like Shopkeeper Zhang and Zhao Daniu had met with mishaps. Their heads were separated from their bodies, and the Manor was burned down without a single survivor.

Ye Feng turned over the corpses one after another, but still could not find any trace of Hua Ling.

This helped him calm down a bit.

How could this be?

In the end, who was so cruel as to take action against a bunch of weak manor guards?

The first thing Ye Feng suspected was Liu Family.

But, looking at the ground full of charred wounds and corpses, he shakes his head once again.

The fire had been extinguished, and the blood had dried up. Judging from the time of the massacre, it should have happened a few days ago.

It was impossible for the Liu Family to make a move against these manor guests who were not too closely related.

In addition, on the streets of the marketplace, many of the businesses owned by the Liu Family were still burnt to the ground.

As Ye Feng speculated about what could possibly happen, a strange face suddenly flashed across his mind.

Zhao Dapeng...

Thinking of this face, his heart trembled.

Before Zhao Dapeng died, he had said that someone would be willing to die for him and his father.

Ye Feng originally thought that the person he was referring to would be his father Ye Tian, but as he recalled the scene in front of him, his answer seemed to have changed.

He took out the yellow rune that had lost its luster. There was only a broken "Emperor" character on it, showing how extraordinary it used to be.

This should be a communication rune, maybe when Zhao Dapeng saw his son Zhao Lun being devoured by the Demonic Beast, he decided to incite the transmission rune so that the powers behind him could do such a tragic thing.

But why would he do so?

What kind of secrets were hidden within?

And this secret was so huge that it could annihilate the entire village, including the people with surname Zhao?

Is it related to Ye Family?

Ye Feng had no way of guessing, maybe the power behind Zhao Dapeng was the only one able to unravel his mystery.

"Zhao Dapeng, if you're going to die, then so be it. Why didn't you even spare your own clansmen?"

Ye Feng roared at the sky with incomparable rage, and then, he shouted again: "Hua Ling, Hua Ling …"

He looked around blankly, but he did not see any trace of Hua Ling at all.

But Ye Feng believed that Hua Ling was definitely still alive, and she definitely wasn't dead. He would find her no matter where he went.

Get her back.

Keeping the word "emperor" close to his body, Ye Feng stood up without looking back, and his figure dashed into the forest.

He had to leave.

Not only did killing Liu Qingshan and Wei Guo'ann offend the Liu Family, they had also offended the Flying Cloud Sect.

It was not a good place to stay.

He had to find out the clue as soon as possible. Only by finding out the power behind Zhao Dapeng would he be able to obtain news about his father, Ye Tian.

Since that's the case, then let's go to the Royal City. There are a lot of experts in a large place, maybe someone would recognize this "Emperor" symbol …

"..."

On the mountain path, a horse was galloping fast, Ye Feng's figure was riding the horse.

This trip to the county Royal City spanned more than ten thousand miles, and on the way, he would have to pass through four to five cities, as well as many mountain plains.

Ye Feng did not enter any of the cities, and only found some villages to replenish his rations.

As for the mountains and plains, in this world, they were never a safe place. Demonic Beast s roamed everywhere, robbers robbed, and countless Martial Cultivator killed without blinking an eye.

In their eyes, those with weaker strength or those who were alone would be considered fat sheep. They had killed them before.

Dark clouds covered the sky, and the dark gray clouds were pressing down, as if it was going to rain.

The wind was thick with the smell of blood.

"He is so persistent, he actually chased me for over ten thousand miles."

After wiping away the blood stains on the black iron rod, Ye Feng's expression turned cold.

He looked down at the corpses that littered the ground and restrained some of his spoils of war. Amongst the dozen or so Martial Cultivator s that had been ambushed, many had their heads smashed into pieces.

"This is the third batch. Fortunately, among these assassins, there are no experts of Half-Step Innate Stage or above, and they do not know my true strength."

At this moment, Ye Feng's body was faintly suffused with a layer of evil aura.

Three batches of assassins, with each batches of more than ten people, killed a total of forty to fifty people.

After going through so many fights and fighting, his entire body was filled with Evil Qi. If he were to meet a low level Martial Cultivator, he could scare them off with a single glance. In terms of Qi, Ye Feng was much stronger than before.

"It's not far. I heard that the Royal City of a county is a large city in the northwest part of the continent.

Returning back to his horse, Ye Feng gazed into the distance.

With a population of over ten million, Ye Feng was reminded of his own world.

And in the original world, for a city to be able to accommodate hundreds of thousands of people, that was already quite impressive.

From this, one could also see the vastness of the Yuanwu Continent; it was not something that could be easily guessed by imagination alone.

Pulling on the reins, he grabbed the horse's belly between his legs and started running.

It's going to rain.

He had to hurry into the city.