In just five breaths, the previously harmonious gathering in the courtyard, where everyone took turns flattering Xia Feng, had completely dissipated.

At this moment, none of them dared to look at Xia Feng below, or at the City Lord's Mansion where they just sat, as if it were a forbidden area tainted with ominousness and death.

Xia Naiwen watched the hundreds of streaks of light fleeing in the sky like they were escaping for their lives, and his expression suddenly became grave.

He turned to look at Xia Feng, and sure enough, Xia Feng's reaction was much the same; his brows instantly furrowed tightly.

Xia Feng quickly walked out of the City Lord's Mansion and looked at those from the Middle Grade Sacred Land.

The message transmission speed of these weak Middle Grade Sacred Lands was relatively slow, and their disciples had not yet arrived.

Therefore, the Masters of these outside Middle Grade Sacred Lands looked at the Celestial and Earth Tier Martial Saints who were fleeing like mad earlier, bewildered, not knowing what had happened.

Half an incense stick's time passed.

Just as those disciples passing information from the Middle Grade Sacred Lands rushed over in a hurry, Xia Feng reached out and grabbed the first disciple to report, looking at him coldly.

"No, no, Xia... Lord Xia, spare me..."

The disciple turned his head and was so frightened that his legs turned to jelly, crying with tears and snot everywhere.

Previously, Xia Feng was someone he longed to see from afar.

But now, Xia Feng's image had transformed into the most terrifying, ominous demon in the world, as if touching him meant death.

"Spare you? Did I say I would kill you?" Xia Feng looked at him coldly, the disciple's teeth chattering. If not for the Master of the Jade Dragon Sacred Land stepping forward to support him, he might have collapsed.

"What message are you transmitting to your Saint Master?" Xia Feng looked at him, frowning.

"What is going on, how dare you be so disrespectful to Lord Xia! Haven't I taught you usually? After this, you'll be confined for ten years and your cultivation resources will be reduced by eighty percent!" This Jade Dragon Saint Master was a Profound Tier Ninth Layer Martial Saint, feigning great anger, began scolding the disciple.

He truly couldn't figure out what had happened, only seeing earlier the disciples from the Upper Grade rushing to relay messages, resulting in those Celestial Tier Martial Saints soaring into the sky, fleeing far away.

But not knowing the situation, he dared not offend Xia Feng; he was but a small Profound Tier Martial Saint, like an ant before a Half-Emperor.

So, his disciple's faux pas made Xia Feng frown, nearly scaring him witless.

But the disciple, heedless of his own punishment, wailed, "Saint Master, run quickly, news came from the Imperial Capital, Liao Changfei, the Seventh Flying General of Lingxiao Pavilion, is swiftly heading to Xingyu City, carrying the Black Tortoise Greatsword along the way, full of murderous intent, not hiding it at all!"

"What?!"

"The Empire's Seventh Flying General Liao Changfei, a Yellow Tier Ninth Layer Martial Sovereign?"

"What is he coming to Xingyu City for?"

"Rumor has it the Empire's Reversed Blood Lineage was exiled to a certain place in our northwest corner, Xia Feng, his surname... Xia?"

"Conflicts with him from the Ten Great Upper Grade Sacred Lands, could it be..."

"..."

The disciple's words immediately caused an uproar.

These Middle Grade Sacred Land Masters were first shocked, and then they fell silent.

Even more, some remembered previous rumors, their pupils dilated instantly, faces filled with dread.

"Run!"

Some Saint Masters shouted, panic-stricken, flying into the sky, identical to the earlier Upper Grade Saint Masters.

"Young Master Xia, I suddenly remembered I have an urgent matter to attend to, please allow me to take my leave first!"

Some Middle Grade Saint Masters dared not be rude, finding excuses as they left.

"Young Master Xia, I haven't been home in three years, my wife just told me she is about to add to our family, I almost forgot such a big joyful event, I must go see, I'll leave first!"

Some Middle Grade Saint Masters were even more timid, making idle talk, fearing Xia Feng wouldn't let them leave or retaliate later.

Of course, whether there will be a 'later' is hard to say, but they also feared Xia Feng would angrily detain them.

The Jade Dragon Saint Master was even more direct, immediately releasing the disciple's hand, pulling out a Divine Travel Talisman, pasting it on his foot, and burst away in a flash of radiance.

A series of actions completed within a second, even leaving the disciple stunned.

"Saint... Saint Master, wait for me!"

The disciple reacted with one breath, quickly wiping away tears, stumbling and tumbling as he flew skyward, fleeing in the direction of the Jade Dragon Saint Master.

Once there is one, there is another; in a short while, most attendees had departed.

For a moment, the entire City Lord's Mansion was in chaos, the sky like an exploded firework, with escapees in all directions.

Xia Feng frowned tightly, really having no mind to care for these ants.

The message just conveyed by that disciple also dealt him a significant blow.

He never imagined that merely revealing his Half-Emperor strength, the current Emperor's Son Xia Naiwu would dispatch a true Martial Sovereign to kill him.

What kind of existence is a Martial Sovereign?

The Empire's highest combat power, a terrifying martial artist capable of protecting an entire territory single-handedly!

Not to mention those who could be absorbed by the Empire's Lingxiao Pavilion, each of the twenty-four Martial Sovereigns has horrifying strength, capable of destroying an entire Top Grade Sacred Land!

An overt half-emperor of a Top Grade Sacred Land is the Saint Master himself, but what about those hidden?

The accumulated heritage of countless years, and those retired Saint Masters, who dares to say they are all dead?

Even Xia Feng, having reached the Half-Emperor Realm, did not dare to boast about dealing with a Top Grade Sacred Land, but a true Martial Sovereign can!

His current gap with a Martial Sovereign is akin to comparing rivers to the sea, not even in the same league.

Martial Sovereigns achieve Emperor Body, comprehend Great Dao Rules, their every movement carrying world-destroying power, capable of moving mountains and seas single-handedly!

At this level of cultivation, their lifespan reaches a terrifying three hundred thousand years; truly each Martial Sovereign is a living fossil of the Great Xia Empire, witnessing countless sunrises and sunsets, countless generations' replacements!

"Impossible, he actually dares to privately send someone from Lingxiao Pavilion..."

"Liao Changfei, guarding the southeast direction of Zhen Empire's East Sea, leading a hundred thousand navy, and a thousand warships as a Yellow Tier Ninth Layer Martial Sovereign..."

Xia Naiwen's expression also turned into panic; that sense of powerlessness from childhood rose again in his heart, the pain of being forced into Star Rain Pavilion, a feeling of losing all control, being resigned to fate.

"Xia Naiwu, has he gone mad? The ancestors have instructed clearly that the Xia family line, which had produced an Emperor Body, must not kill each other under any circumstances, yet he still sent Liao Changfei!"

Xia Naiwen punched the nearby flower platform fiercely, causing it to shatter inch by inch.

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