The entire room fell silent, leaving everyone speechless with astonishment.

Ye Feng actually killed Lin Baojian in front of the Guardian God King.

This is a blatant slap in the face to the God-King.

The Guardian God King Zhao Tianding exuded a cold and gloomy aura, his eyes filled with an extremely dark and sinister presence. The oppressive aura of a superior was as terrifying as a mountain, crushing down from the sky and causing cracks in the void to spread all around.

The onlookers hurriedly retreated, their faces turning pale with shock.

As expected of the Guardian God King, his official aura alone is irresistible.

Behind him, a withered old man jumped out, his fingers, as thin as withered tree branches, almost touching Ye Feng's nose, and angrily rebuked him.

"You bastard, how dare you defy the Guardian God King! Are you plotting a rebellion? Kneel down and commit suicide to atone for your sins, you dog!"

The other party was arrogant and rude, cursing and swearing, and was extremely arrogant because they had the God King backing them up.

"You dog lackey, do you even have the right to speak here?"

Snap!

Ye Feng's spiritual energy transformed into a giant millstone handprint, radiating golden light, and he slapped the old man hard, causing a fierce wind to swirl and shattering rocks into the air.

"You bastard..."

The gaunt old man cursed angrily and raised his withered hand to withstand the attack.

Within his palm, countless swords and blades danced, exuding murderous intent, and weapons rose up in all directions, forming a terrifying vortex.

"Invincible Sword and Blade Formation!"

The onlookers gasped in surprise.

Immediately, someone recognized the old man's identity.

"Isn't this Shen Congrong, the invincible swordsman who once roamed the outer reaches of the Netherworld Continent?!"

"Back then, he almost swept away all the forces on the outermost edge of the Senluo Hell Continent. No one could stop him. He once wiped out a large sect in one night, which was terrifying. His sword energy had long been integrated with his true essence, reaching the realm of man and sword as one."

"Later, this person was hunted down by his enemies and mysteriously disappeared. It turned out that he had submitted to the Guardian God King."

"This person is only at the first level of Martial King cultivation, but with his violent sword energy, he is enough to kill experts at the seventh level of Martial King."

"The God King has many experts under his command, including many like the Invincible Swordsman."

Bang!

Ye Feng's giant, golden, millstone-like hand slammed down, like Mount Tai crushing an egg.

The incomparably sharp aura of swords, capable of destroying everything, was instantly annihilated, and the sound of bones breaking rang out.

The invincible swordsman screamed in agony as he was smashed into a pile of minced meat.

A huge palm print crater was left behind, with cracks spreading outwards.

This person immediately tried to kill Ye Feng, and acted like a vicious dog, bullying others with his power.

If Ye Feng lets this person go, he will be sowing the seeds of his own downfall.

We must kill them decisively!

A collective gasp filled the air as everyone stared at Ye Feng with fear in their eyes.

If Ye Feng had just strangled Lin Baojian, there would still have been room for reconciliation between the two sides.

But now, by directly killing the other party's followers, it's tantamount to openly challenging the Guardian God King.

Afterwards, Luo Yuantai and others complained bitterly.

I never expected that a celebration banquet would turn out like this.

Ye Feng didn't even glance at the pile of rotten flesh on the ground, as if he had swatted a fly. He stared straight at Zhao Tianding and said coldly.

"Throughout my life, Ye Feng has always acted as he pleased, without any scruples."

"Anyone who dares to mess with me, I'll kill them!"

"I will kill even the Heavenly King himself!"

The implication is that if you, the guardian deity, dare to provoke me, I will kill you without hesitation.

mad!

That's absolutely outrageous!

Throughout the entire Great Xia Dynasty, no one has ever dared to speak to the Guardian God King in such a tone.

They simply don't respect the God King at all.

Zhao Tianding's eyes flickered with uncertainty as he stared intently at Ye Feng, a look of anger spreading across his face.

A dozen or so experts of various kinds emerged from behind him, mostly elderly, and all of them were Martial King level masters.

Each of them possessed a cultivation level surpassing that of the Invincible Swordsman, making them top-tier experts renowned throughout the region.

A dozen or so experts surrounded Ye Feng, creating a tense atmosphere filled with the smell of gunpowder.

A major battle is imminent.

"Please calm your anger, Your Majesty."

"In any case, please let us finish this celebration."

Luo Yuantai, You Lengchan, and the three Grand Secretaries all stepped forward to plead for Ye Feng.

They didn't want their celebratory banquet to turn into a massacre.

As for what happens after the celebration party, they don't care about that anymore; they just need to smooth things over for now.

This is already the best they can do.

After all, these people alone are no match for the Guardian God King.

Suddenly, a car horn sounded from behind.

Behind them, a convoy of more than a dozen luxury cars slowly drove up.

Leading the way was a Bugatti Veyron, a globally limited edition model. Its pure black paint reflected a dazzling light, exuding grandeur and prestige, showcasing the luxury of high society.

Following behind were luxury cars worth tens of millions.

The convoy slowly drove up, arrogantly blocking the entrance and exit of Zuixianlou, displaying an extremely overbearing attitude.

With this situation, the security guards didn't dare to go forward and intervene.

A group of blond, blue-eyed foreigners got off the bus, all dressed in sharp suits and impeccably groomed.

When everyone saw the group of people clearly, they were all shocked.

The person at the head was none other than Jason Statham, the US Secretary of State for Foreign Affairs at the Platinum Palace.

Wearing a striped suit with a pure white square scarf pinned to his chest, he had a very British look, and his hair was so slicked back that you could see your reflection in it.

"Statham!"

Many high-ranking officials of the Great Xia Dynasty looked at him with hostility.

The atmosphere at the scene immediately became tense, filled with a sense of impending conflict.

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