The old weasel flew towards the green giant with a whoosh, wiggling its big butt as it tried to sit on his shoulder.

His white beard fluttered in the wind.

"My dear, be a good boy and become my mount, and I will grant you eternal life."

"roar--"

The green giant flew into a rage and slammed his fist, as big as a washbasin, down squarely on the old weasel.

The old weasel nimbly dodged, then stuck out its big rear end in mid-air and gave the green giant a loud fart.

"Ugh..."

The green giant sprayed the old weasel's face with leftover rice.

This guy has thick skin and flesh, so naturally he couldn't be killed by a loud fart from an old weasel.

"Damn it, that's disgusting! You've blasphemed against me!"

The old weasel shrieked and jumped into the nearby lake, desperately washing away the filth from its body.

The green giant roared and charged into the lake, and the two began to fight.

Over here, Ye Feng used the Taiyi Golden Needle Secret Technique to treat Rodson.

In the blink of an eye, they pulled a person back from the brink of death.

This naturally surprised everyone, and they began to discuss it amongst themselves.

"This is a long-lost secret technique of golden needles."

"Sect Master Ye's cultivation is not only unfathomable, but his medical skills are also astonishing."

"Who says Sect Leader Ye is cold-blooded and ruthless? He is clearly a man of compassion and loyalty."

"Hmph, that depends on who you're dealing with. Sect Leader Ye is quite loyal to his own people."

Rodson stood up, jumped around a few times, and sure enough, he was able to move normally without any discomfort. He was overjoyed and extremely grateful to Ye Feng, bowing deeply to him.

The crowd grew increasingly shocked, their eyes filled with admiration as they looked at Ye Feng.

Leonif said gratefully.

"Sect Leader Ye, I owe you two lives. From now on, please feel free to give me any orders."

"I will go through fire and water without hesitation."

When the Global Martial Arts Alliance Tournament was held in Taiwan last time, Ye Feng saved Leonif.

Ye Feng turned around and gave Dongfang Sheng a few instructions.

"clear."

Dongfang Sheng nodded respectfully and turned to leave.

Then, Ye Feng walked towards the group of Japanese martial artists.

Nowadays, the Blood Mist Sect Master is infamous, and no one dares to provoke him.

Therefore, upon seeing him, many Japanese martial artists hurriedly retreated, their eyes revealing deep fear.

"Ye Feng!"

Xiao Cuncang bravely stepped forward and said.

"We are here for the Martial Arts League Tournament; we are your guests."

"Don't you have an old saying in your Great Xia Dynasty, 'All who come are guests'?"

puff!

Without saying a word, Ye Feng slapped him to death. The once arrogant village chief, Cang Xiong, didn't even have a chance to scream.

"We in Great Xia also have an ancient saying: 'If this can be tolerated, then what cannot be tolerated?'"

"Furthermore, I did not invite you Japanese people here, and you are not welcome here. Get out of here right now."

at this time.

Dongfang Sheng strode over, his servant Gui Pu following closely behind, each carrying a large sign on their shoulder.

"Master, the sign is ready."

Ye Feng nodded.

He grabbed the large sign, tossed it casually, and it landed in the most conspicuous spot at the entrance to the stadium.

A line of large characters was clearly written on it.

Japanese people and dogs are not allowed inside!

Dongfang Sheng was highly skilled in calligraphy; each character was vigorous and powerful, with strong strokes and elegant style.

It symbolizes the indomitable spirit and tenacious fighting will of the warriors of the Great Xia Dynasty.

"Beautiful calligraphy!"

Leonif was the first to applaud.

A group of Snow Country warriors also joined in the shouting and jeering.

"Well written."

“I suggest that this sign be permanently erected here.”

Rodson said.

On the other side, a group of Japanese martial artists were so angry they felt like their lungs were about to burst.

"Ye Feng, you've gone too far. Isn't this a blatant insult to the Bushido spirit of Japan?"

"Yes, I strongly suggest removing this sign."

"Ye Feng, people should always be reasonable. What you're saying is racial discrimination."

"Exactly, you're being way too unreasonable."

A group of Japanese martial artists were furious and protested.

Ye Feng sneered.

"Have you Japanese devils ever reasoned with anyone?"

"In the last century, you invaded and massacred our people with impunity. Why didn't you talk about reason back then?"

"Now that their fists aren't as hard as mine, and they can't beat me, they start trying to reason with me."

puff!

Ye Feng raised his hand and slapped the most vocal member of the Nine Chrysanthemums faction to death.

"Don't think I don't know that you bunch of Japanese devils are here to cause trouble."

"In that case, don't even think about leaving."

After saying that, he struck out with a palm strike from a distance towards the group of Japanese martial artists.

The spiritual energy transformed into a giant handprint, like a millstone, accompanied by a sharp, whistling sound as the shadow of death enveloped the group of people below.

Many Japanese martial artists were terrified.

An elder of the Nine Chrysanthemums School was filled with grief and anger.

"Ye Feng, what gives you the right to kill so many of my Japanese martial artists? You have to give me a reason!"

"Otherwise, no martial artist in the world will submit to you."

Ye Feng sneered.

"reason?"

"Hmph, do I, Ye, need any reason to kill Japanese devils?"

"I can kill whenever I want."

puff!

A powerful palm print descended from the sky, instantly turning all the Japanese devils present into mincemeat.

A huge palm print crater was left in the spot.

A cheer erupted from the crowd.

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