Ye Qingfeng stepped on the earth, his head touching the sky, and his clear voice exploded like thunder in the ears of all present.
"Among the younger generation of Huaxia, having just one person like Ye Jiujie is more than enough!"
"With me in Huaxia, why fear ten thousand enemies?"
The entire audience fell silent; not a single person spoke, nor did anyone dare to refute.
Only the Invincible War God, Ye Jiujie, could look down upon all the young talents of Huaxia, including Yu Yaosheng, Yan Bufan, and Yang Linmie, reigning supreme on his own.
With such terrifying, heaven-defying strength, to kill as he wishes, to trample with arrogance, who would dare to disobey?
Gathered here were the top geniuses and talents of Yanjing, yet collectively they could not stand against even one finger of Ye Jiujie.
Though many were older than Ye Qingfeng, they were still striving to enter the War King Realm, while Ye Qingfeng was already slaying War Kings like slaughtering dogs, dominating the Martial Arts World. This difference cannot be described with words.
Yan Wudao felt bitterness in his heart; he suddenly realized that his more than forty years of martial arts cultivation had all been for nothing.
A young man barely over twenty stood in a position far higher than his own, leaving him only to look up in awe.
Yu Shuang stood in the corner, still unable to accept everything happening before her eyes.
The first time she met Ye Qingfeng was on a plane; she proactively started a conversation, but Ye Qingfeng was indifferent, his attitude cold. She thought Ye Qingfeng was someone who pretended to be aloof to attract attention.
The second meeting was at the Huanhuan Bar, where Ye Qingfeng sat alone drinking in silence, humiliating Chen Zehai from the second-rate Chen Family by making him open a bottle with his head.
Though this performance piqued her curiosity, her mind was always on Wei Wuming. She aspired to become the Yanjing Crown Princess Consort, subconsciously believing that no matter Ye Qingfeng’s background, he could never surpass Wei Wuming.
But now, all her imaginings had turned to dust.
Her ideal husband Wei Wuming was humiliated beyond recognition in front of Ye Qingfeng; even Wei Wuming’s mother, the so-called Demon Queen Jian Jiaojiao, trembled before Ye Qingfeng, not daring to utter a word.
Even the renowned Huaxia general Yan Wudao was crushed under Ye Qingfeng’s words, left in absolute defeat. The major noble families all bowed their heads, all because of that indifferent, handsome young man.
This could no longer be called strength; it was a devilish existence that surpassed her worldview.
One person dominating a nation, sweeping through Huaxia’s young talents without resistance, what kind of majesty is this?
What is Wei Wuming compared to him, completely a worm on the ground, only able to prostrate and look up?
She suddenly felt infinite regret; why hadn’t she worked harder back then to get closer to Ye Qingfeng? Even if not as his woman, just being a friend would have brought endless benefits, and few would dare provoke her.
But now, it was all too late.
At this moment, Qiu Ying, supported by Han Qingqiu, suddenly coughed up blood, alarming to see.
Han Qingqiu cried out in shock; Qiu Ying forced herself to stay alert, her face pale as she gazed at Ye Qingfeng’s handsome, world-shaking face, yet all she saw was coldness.
Invincible War God, Huaxia’s foremost devil, sweeping all beings.
All these honors, she should have been able to enjoy by Ye Qingfeng’s side, but now
She wished she could crush herself with one hand, wondering why she couldn’t wait, why she couldn’t endure?
If she had not initiated the annulment, even if Ye Qingfeng was unfeeling towards her, he would have treated her differently due to her fiancée status, but now, everything was drenched in regret.
The things that should have belonged to her had now vanished like smoke, all falling to that beautiful, ethereal girl like a painting of immortals.
Being Ye Jiujie’s woman, how many in Huaxia dared not to respect, dared not to honor?
Even the heads of noble families would likely treat her with courtesy.
Wei Wuming’s previous hot-bloodedness had all vanished without a trace, leaving only disbelief and defeat; he seemed aged by decades in an instant, lost and desolate.
Jian Jiaojiao’s fingers dug into her palms; blood dripped down.
Although she hadn’t managed to keep Ye Gang’s heart back then, she always believed she surpassed Liu Mei in every aspect.
In her eyes, Liu Mei was always just a vase; who could have thought her nephew would be so terrifyingly exceptional, far surpassing his peers, even the veteran experts of Huaxia, pressing all those grandeur figures to submission.
Only twenty years old, trampling over many, who can compete?
Han Qingqiu’s bosom heaved; she truly couldn’t believe that this was the same little boy who once peeked at her bathing. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ novᴇl(ꜰ)ire.ɴet
Such unmatched dominance stirred a desire in her to be conquered.
Though she was the Yanjing Goddess, the "Yanjing Dream" pursued by countless people, even if she offered herself to Ye Jiujie, it would be nothing unusual.
Ye Qingfeng stunned the entire scene, seemingly performing a trivial task, suddenly grinning mischievously as he walked toward Ouyang Liluo.
"Little Ouyang, don’t forget your promise; as long as I dominate the world and become Huaxia’s foremost devil, you will..."
He raised an eyebrow, a mischievous smirk across his face.
Ouyang Liluo’s pretty face turned crimson as she recalled her words, her ears burning.
At the time, she assumed Ye Qingfeng was merely boasting and joking, never did she expect him to be so formidable, sweeping all adversaries.
"Well... what did I say? I don’t remember!"
After a moment’s hesitation, she forced out this line, not daring to meet Ye Qingfeng’s eyes.
"Haha, my Little Ouyang is playing coy?"
Ye Qingfeng laughed heartily, disregarding the hundreds of eyes on them.
Just as he was about to leave with Ouyang Liluo, the next moment, his expression suddenly changed, and a cold smile curved on his lips.
"It seems someone is tired of living today!"
Everyone was puzzled by his words until five minutes later when Yan Wudao’s expression finally changed, taking a step forward.
"Everyone be careful, move behind me!"
The crowd, though baffled, followed his instructions; after about a minute, Ye Miao and Jian Jiaojiao were also visibly alarmed.
The main entrance of the ballroom blasted open; the entire row of walls collapsed into ruins.
Thirteen figures stood amidst the Peach Garden, staring into the room with icy, sinister smiles.
"Yue Country’s Thirteen Earthly Fiends?"
Yan Wudao’s tone was slightly tense, laced with intense surprise.
These thirteen were Yue Country’s top experts; during the counterattack war against Yue, Yan Wudao had fought three among them, narrowly winning but unable to kill them.
Their esteemed status in Yue Country was akin to guardian deities; their current appearance in Yanjing, thirteen in full, sparked a foreboding feeling in him.