From beginning to end, Ye Feng never even glanced at the annoying American reporter, as if he had swatted a fly.

Later, Zhang Yuanlei and the others had long since gotten used to it.

But seeing this scene still made my eyelids twitch uncontrollably.

Several eager foreign journalists nearby were terrified.

No one expected that Ye Feng would dare to kill a reporter.

This incident also demonstrates that Ye Feng acts as he pleases, completely unconstrained by worldly rules and regulations.

Such a capricious temperament is truly unfathomable.

This scene was quickly broadcast live.

This caused a huge uproar online.

The Chinese people applauded this.

"Well, these American journalists often harass some of our Great Xia's celebrities in public, and recklessly smear and attack our Great Xia. They deserve to die."

"That's right, that's called courting death!"

"Hmph, do you think reporters can spout nonsense and maliciously provoke us? Our Sect Leader Ye won't fall for that."

"If we had known earlier that Sect Master Ye would have landed at that abandoned dock, we should have gone there to wait for him."

Ye Feng, accompanied by his four senior female disciples, walked past the group of reporters and continued forward.

As a result, after walking forward for a short while, they were stopped by a group of people again.

This is a group of martial artists, each with sharp, piercing eyes and agile movements; they are clearly well-trained masters.

The leader was none other than Han Diaosi, the top martial arts expert in the palace.

Han Diaosi blocked Ye Feng's path, staring at him with a gloomy gaze, and shouted loudly.

"Ye Feng, kneel down to receive the imperial decree!"

The numerous imperial guards surrounding Han Diaosi quickly stepped forward and surrounded Ye Feng.

They looked ready to arrest someone at any moment.

Jiang Yinuo and the other three stood ready, surrounding Ye Feng and watching the imperial guards warily.

If these imperial guards dare to make a move, they will retaliate without hesitation.

Although the other party came from the capital and represented imperial authority and dignity.

But if they dare to touch Ye Feng, then they shouldn't blame them for being impolite.

Ye Feng stopped and squinted at Han Diaosi opposite him, speaking impatiently.

"What do you mean by 'lowlife' and 'receiving an imperial decree'? Get out of here!"

It wasn't that Ye Feng was intentionally making fun of him.

I really didn't hear the other person's name clearly.

The name of such an ant is not worthy of being remembered by Ye Feng.

Then, Jiang Yinuo couldn't help but burst into laughter.

Liu Shiru and her two fellow disciples couldn't help but laugh.

Zhang Yuanlei, Zhuge Wuwo, and the others were all suppressing their laughter, almost unable to hold it in.

It should be noted that Han Diaosi, as the top expert in the Imperial Palace, held a status in no way inferior to these old war gods.

No one dared to mock or ridicule him like that to his face.

But the last few veteran warriors couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Across from him, Han Diaosi's face darkened further, his eyes fixed on Ye Feng as he gritted his teeth and spoke.

"Ye Feng, how dare you mock me! This is outrageous!"

"Do you even respect the Emperor anymore?!"

"Hurry up and kneel down to receive the imperial decree!"

Beside him, one of his men stepped forward and angrily rebuked him.

"Ye Feng, you bastard, are you deaf? Kneel down and accept the imperial decree..."

puff--

Ye Feng slapped the other person into a bloody mist and said calmly.

"What kind of dog dares to jump around in front of me?"

Behind them, Zhang Yuanlei, Zhuge Wuwo, and the others were even more shocked and dumbfounded.

They never expected that Ye Feng would dare to slap even a royal guard to death.

You must understand that the imperial guards represented the imperial power.

When they went down to local areas to handle official business, even high-ranking officials like the governor had to give them some face.

Who dares to be disrespectful!

Unless they're tired of living.

Han Diaosi was certain of this, which is why he dared to be so arrogant.

But he never expected that Ye Feng would be so arrogant as to dare to kill even his own men. Shocked, he roared in anger.

"You, Ye Feng, dare to kill even the imperial guards? I think you're planning a rebellion..."

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Ye Feng slapped Han Diaosi so hard that his official hat flew off his head.

His already sparse hair was disheveled from the beating, and half of his face was swollen high, with five clear red handprints.

Whether I rebel or not is not up to you.

Ye Feng stepped forward, grabbed his collar, and lifted him up, speaking in a chilling tone.

"I don't care what kind of loser you are, or what kind of loser you are. If you dare to utter another word, believe me, I'll kill you."

Beside him, Zhang Yuanlei feared that Ye Feng might kill Han Diaosi in a fit of anger, which would cause a huge problem.

After all, the other party was the top martial arts expert in the palace, a favorite of the emperor.

This time, he is here on behalf of the Emperor to deliver an imperial edict. If things get out of hand, no one can protect Ye Feng.

Thinking of this, Zhang Yuanlei hurriedly stepped forward to persuade him.

"Sect Leader Ye, please listen to my advice. We can talk this over. Please put Lord Han down first."

Ye Feng snorted coldly and casually threw Han Diaosi to the ground.

"Old Han..."

Zhang Yuanlei stepped forward to help the other person up, but Han Diaosi angrily pushed him away and scrambled to his feet.

She glared venomously at Ye Feng, then swiftly pulled out the imperial edict from her bosom and began to read it aloud in front of everyone.

After a lengthy introduction, the main text begins.

The gist of the story is that Ye Feng is bloodthirsty and disregards the laws of the Great Xia Dynasty. He has repeatedly stormed the embassies of more than a dozen countries and killed many foreign martial artists.

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