"So you're Lord Ye!"

"I'm sorry!"

"It was my fault for being blind and offending you, sir! I deserve to die!"

"I'll slap him!"

As he spoke, the captain slapped himself more than a dozen times.

The dozen or so guards looked as if they had seen the Grim Reaper, their eyes filled with undisguised terror.

Cold sweat soaked everyone's backs as they stormed into the Eagle Kingdom, killed its cabinet ministers, and even forced the Eagle Kingdom to sign an unequal treaty.

All of this was done by this young man in his early twenties!

It's all him, Night Wind!

A god-like man from the Dragon Kingdom!

Just now, they almost attacked Ye Feng. If they angered this god of death, not only the Prince of Beijun, but even the Emperor of the Dragon Kingdom wouldn't be able to protect them.

"Oh shit!"

"You bastard! Lord Night has come to Snowstorm City, and you actually dare to lay a hand on him!"

"Drag him out and behead him!"

At the captain's command, the guard who had been standing there turned pale and immediately knelt down before Ye Feng, kowtowing repeatedly.

"I'm sorry! I really didn't know you were Lord Ye!"

"My lord! Spare me!"

"I deserve to die!"

Bang bang bang! The guard kowtowed more than a dozen times. Ye Feng waved his hand slightly when he saw that it was enough.

"never mind!"

"This is a matter concerning the Prince of Beijun!"

"Let him handle it!"

"Take me to see the Prince of Beijun, I need to speak with him!" Ye Feng said to the captain.

He nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, yes!"

"My lord! I'll take you there right away!"

Then, led by the squad leader, Ye Feng arrived at a magnificent mansion by car.

From a distance, the mansion was surrounded by soldiers in golden armor, each exuding a terrifying aura.

Ordinary people, even if they get close to these people, would probably be terrified by their aura.

"It seems that not all of the Prince of Bei's subordinates are useless!"

"At the very least, these people look just as good as the soldiers of the Dragon Soul Hall!" Ye Feng muttered to himself.

"My lord! We've arrived! This is the Northern Prince's residence. I cannot approach this place!"

"I'm sorry, I can't see you in!"

The squad leader looked at Ye Feng with a devout gaze and bowed ninety degrees.

He then drove away, heading straight ahead in the strong night wind, until he arrived at the main gate of the Northern Prince's Mansion.

Upon seeing Ye Feng, the patrolling armored guards charged straight at him.

"stop!"

Who are you?

"Let him in!" Suddenly, a deep voice pierced through the void and reached everyone's ears.

This sound contained a martial arts power.

"yes!"

"Go in!" The guard opened the door, and Ye Feng stepped into the Northern Prince's Mansion.

Stepping into this enormous mansion, Ye Feng finally sensed the extravagance of the Prince of Beijun.

This is no longer a royal palace, but more like a celestial palace. A path leads through the clouds formed by dry ice directly to the entrance of the main hall in the distance.

In the front yard, there is a patch of precious flowers and plants, and birds, beasts, fish and insects fly around, as if you have entered a natural paradise.

What's even stranger is that outside the mansion the temperature was tens of degrees below zero, but inside the Northern Prince's mansion, there wasn't a single snowflake.

"This ground is paved with volcanic rock!"

"It itself exudes a scorching heat, and there's also a large array here to maintain the temperature!"

"The Prince of Beijun certainly knows how to enjoy life!"

Smack! Smack! Smack!

A round of applause rang out, and then, from the distant main hall, a solemn and dignified man with short hair, dressed in a long robe, slowly walked out.

"I didn't expect you to be able to see that there's an array engraved in my mansion!"

Upon closer inspection, one could see a scar on the man's face; he appeared to be around forty or fifty years old.

A domineering and powerful internal force emanated from his body, roughly equivalent to the third or fourth level of the Qi Movement Realm.

"Are you the Prince of Beijun?" Ye Feng asked in a deep voice.

"Night Breeze! Someone has already called me!"

"Come in and talk!" The Prince of Beijun turned around and went straight into the main hall.

Ye Feng didn't say anything, and then went in. As soon as he entered, he saw seven or eight figures sitting in the main hall.

These people were dressed in long robes and exuded martial arts aura; four or five of them were at least at the seventh level of the Qi Movement Realm.

Such a force would be enough to dominate any region, no matter where it is placed.

The Prince of Beijun certainly has the right to be arrogant. He has taken root in the snowy city of the North and is also very close to the ancient martial arts sects of the Dragon Kingdom.

"Night wind!"

"You came for the map in my hand, didn't you?" The Prince of Beijun knew Ye Feng's purpose. He lightly traced a line with his finger, and a stream of light flashed out.

A map made of animal hide appeared on the table in front of him.

Ye Feng immediately noticed that the Prince of Beijun was wearing a spatial storage ring on his finger.

Such things are only possessed by powerful ancient martial arts sects. In addition, the map exudes an aura of antiquity.

The material looks the same as the map Ye Feng had before, so it's clear that this is the other half of the Dragon Vein map.

"Speak! What conditions do you want?" Ye Feng said calmly.

"You're quite the clever one. What if I said I wanted the other half of the map you have?" The Prince of Beijun looked at Ye Feng and smiled wickedly.

"I obtained this map from a critically injured and dying ancient martial arts expert at a great cost!"

"You can't buy this thing even with a lot of money!"

"Now, we each have half of the map. How about we share it?"

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