Upon the corridor appeared three figures; a closer look revealed them to be three elders.
Each elder radiated a powerful Conception that, combined with their inherent authority, forged an overwhelming pressure that made breathing difficult for everyone present.
The three elders were dressed similarly to Sanjing Ichikawa, Matsuboto Tenrou, and Youcheng Wanhao.
Upon seeing the trio, Sanjing Ichikawa and the others roared with excitement, "Father!"
These were none other than the three Legendary realm powerhouses from the top-tier families, the strongest in their respective houses: the Sanjing Family’s Ancestor, who was emanating a cold Metal Realm Conception filled with sharp murderous intent;
the Youcheng Ancestor, whose body exuded a profound earthy aura that gave a sense of utmost tranquility and security;
and the Matsuboto Family’s Ancestor, who radiated an intense heat like a walking furnace.
The three ancestors, walking together, combined their mighty auras into a sea of invisible pressure that bore down on everyone’s heads, making them significantly uncomfortable and gasping for air.
These three ancestors were all Martial Kings at the beginning of the Legendary realm, and everyone was well aware of the immense gap in strength between Legendary realm Martial Kings and Half-step Legend Grandmasters.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!" The three ancestors slowly made their way towards the conference room.
Their footsteps, like drumsticks on a drumskin, resonated against the floor with each step.
Their steps were perfectly synchronized, without the slightest disorder, pounding on the floor and causing the entire Golden Splendor to tremble slightly.
Dust fell continuously from the ceiling as the reverberations sent shockwaves towards the crowd, churning the Blood Qi inside them and bringing immense discomfort as if they were under a massive assault. The Martial Artists with internal strength began to bleed from the corners of their mouths.
Full of dignity, the three elders seemed like three sovereigns, their regal presence impeccably displayed.
Seeing this, Youcheng Chiyoda instantly grew anxious, "This is bad, Boss, it’s my grandfather! You’d better run, you’re no match for them!"
At this time, Youcheng Chiyoda felt he had gauged Ye Feng’s strength accurately; Ye Feng must be a Martial King in the early stages of the Legendary realm, while the three ancestors were also in the early stages of that realm, having reached it over a decade or nearly two decades ago. Their strength must be somewhat greater than Ye Feng’s.
After all, they were three Martial Kings in the early stages of the Legendary realm; how could one person possibly stand against three?
However, upon seeing the three, Ye Feng remained relaxed. Far from showing any hint of nervousness, anticipation gleamed in his eyes, "Good, I hadn’t expected them to come to me on their own initiative!"
The three Legendary realm Martial Kings approached Ye Feng, their eyes reflecting ease.
They looked over Sanjing Ichikawa, Matsuboto Tenrou, and Youcheng Wanhao with disdain in their eyes, "What a bunch of incompetents, unable to handle even a mere boy!"
"Boom!" In an instant, the three Legendary realm Martial Kings maximized their imposing presence.
Suddenly, it felt as though an invisible, mighty Heavenly Waterfall was bearing down upon their bodies, causing them to crackle under the strain as sweat beads formed on their foreheads. They were plunged into agony, utterly incapable of enduring it.
Under the oppressive might of the three ancestors, everyone felt an immense pressure, both physically and mentally, and their radiance constantly reminded others of the ancestors’ formidable power and inspired awe.
Yet, Ye Feng stood relaxed under the pressure of the three ancestors, completely unaffected.
"Oh?" At that moment, the Sangjing Ancestor’s eyes revealed a hint of surprise, "It seems this young man truly is a Legendary realm Martial King, completely unaffected by our pressure!"
Master Matsuboto nodded, "Indeed, he’s really a Martial King in the Legendary realm. I’m very curious about how he trained at such a young age. We were nearly seventy when we reached the Legendary realm, weren’t we?"
"Why be so curious? Just capture him and interrogate him thoroughly about his secrets," said the Youcheng Ancestor nonchalantly.
The three were casually chatting as if it were just a trivial matter, utterly relaxed and paying no real attention to Ye Feng, never even deigning to give him a direct glance, as if he were of no consequence.
Yet, Ye Feng didn’t mind at all and quietly watched the three ancestors put on airs.
The Sanjing Ancestor said, "Should we three go together to capture him, or should one of us do it alone?"
Master Matsuboto gave the Sanjing Ancestor a look, "Isn’t that a silly question? Surely, a Dragon Country youngster doesn’t need all three of us. If word got out, wouldn’t that be a laughingstock?"
After hearing Master Matsuboto’s words, the Youcheng Ancestor nodded, "Right, one of us should be sufficient. But which one of us should go?"
After a moment’s thought, the Sanjing Ancestor suggested, "Since it’s , let’s play rock-paper-scissors. The winner goes. How about that?"
"No, no, no!" The Youcheng Ancestor immediately objected, "I’m just an old bag of bones, and this kid isn’t going to be easy to tackle. I really don’t want to waste my energy. The loser goes, how about that?"
Master Matsuboto nodded in agreement, "Fine, I agree. Let’s play rock-paper-scissors, and the loser will take him on, is that okay?"
The three were completely relaxed, with no sign of tension, acting as if they already had Ye Feng in their pocket, still not taking him seriously.
Then, they began to play rock-paper-scissors, completely disregarding Ye Feng, without even glancing his way.