"True to the adage that heroes with Martial prowess defy prohibitions!"
Everyone on Heng Mountain knew that even though this was merely a verbal warning, if there were a next time, the Northern Border King would likely embark on a killing spree.
"The Martial Arts World has been peaceful for dozens of years, but now, it seems we must prepare for an upcoming storm of blood and fury!" Daoist Master Mingxu stood atop the summit, gazing longingly at Ye Feng's retreating figure and sighed deeply.
King Dugu Ming of the Southern Territory, though, wore a look of regret. As a King of One Realm himself, he felt considerably less impressive by comparison.
At this moment, Ye Feng had reached the Central Gate halfway up the mountain. After leaving his message, he didn't even enter through the gate, choosing instead to descend directly.
