On the rooftop.
The Hulk quickly cleared away all obstacles, and Song Shao's entourage was all swatted to death, as if he had swatted a bunch of flies.
Among them were even two peak Martial Kings of the eighth rank.
Ye Feng strode over, grabbed Song Shao by the neck, and walked to the edge of the rooftop, coldly saying.
"If you dare to lay a finger on Uncle Zhou, I'll wipe out your entire family."
Song Shao finally felt fear and was trembling all over.
He regretted not bringing any martial emperor experts from his family, and at the same time, he guessed the identity of the person in front of him.
Such ruthlessness and decisiveness in killing could only be found among the Blood Mist Sect Masters.
"You, you, you must be Ye Feng. I am Song Shijie, the young master of the Song family in Hong Kong. Please, please let me go this time. I don't want the money."
"I promise I will never bother Zhou Botong again from now on..."
Ye Feng sneered.
"Your promises don't work with me. I prefer to resolve problems once and for all."
Ye Feng sealed his cultivation, and as soon as he let go, the other man fell off the rooftop.
A piercing scream rang out, followed by a dull thud as the animal fell to the ground.
Car sirens blared one after another on the street.
Zhou Botong's expression changed drastically, and he stepped forward in fear and unease.
"Xiaofeng, something's wrong, something's wrong."
"Then, then, then Song Shijie is the Song family patriarch's most beloved youngest son. If you kill him, this will cause a huge problem."
"I heard that the Song family is going to send experts to participate in this Eastern Martial Arts Alliance Tournament. They will definitely seek revenge on you then. What should we do?"
Zhou Botong was like an ant on a hot pan, anxiously pacing around in circles.
"You bastard, how dare you kill Young Master Song! You're asking for death!"
Suddenly, a sharp whooshing sound came from behind.
A half-step Martial Emperor expert reached out his large hand and grabbed at the back of Ye Feng's head in mid-air.
Ye Feng continued to comfort Zhou Botong without even turning his head.
roar--
Beside him, the green giant roared, grabbed the other party, squeezed it in his hand and crushed it, the testicles were broken and the yolk flowed everywhere.
Having such a powerful henchman by my side has definitely saved me a lot of trouble.
After Ye Feng's words of comfort, Zhou Botong's emotions stabilized considerably, and he took a deep breath.
"Never mind."
"Now that things have come to this, even if I kneel down and beg the Song family, they will never forgive me."
"Rather than humiliate ourselves, we might as well fight them to the death."
Ye Feng sneered.
"The small Song family of Hong Kong Island is not worthy of fighting me to the death."
...
The competition venue for the Eastern Martial Arts Alliance Tournament was set up in front of the Tingchao Pavilion by the river.
Tingchao Pavilion is now the headquarters of the Blood Mist Sect.
Dongfang Sheng, Qin Ming, and others have been busy preparing for this event for the past two days.
In front of Tingchao Pavilion is a large open area.
It was here that Ye Feng killed Cao Meng's 100,000 rebel troops.
Around Tingchao Pavilion, a dense array of viewing platforms were erected.
Early in the morning.
As the sun rises in the east, the golden morning sun shines like a layer of scattered gold on the sea, creating a shimmering effect.
Representatives from martial arts federations around the world entered the venue.
There were members of the Snow Country Martial Arts Alliance, led by their leader Leonif, who wore a fur coat, had a stubble beard, and was rugged and fierce. He held a sharp axe, and his bloodthirsty eyes radiated wildness.
His cultivation had clearly reached the Martial Emperor realm, his aura was powerful, and his invisible pressure forced people to stay away.
His son, Rodson, followed closely behind.
The martial arts federation of North Korea also sent a large number of people, with its leader Kim Sang-il personally leading the team.
Although Jin Shangri-Lai wasn't as fat as Fatty Situ, he was still round and chubby with a ruddy complexion.
In addition, hundreds of elites from martial arts alliances of eight African countries also came.
Soon, martial arts alliances from more than fifty countries that supported Great Xia arrived one after another.
Because they belonged to the same camp as the Great Xia, they got along quite well.
Acquaintances greeted each other and exchanged martial arts insights.
The atmosphere at the scene was very harmonious and pleasant.
"hehe……"
Suddenly, a cold laugh shattered the pleasant atmosphere.
"Hey, everyone's here, a bunch of leopards, hehe..."
A group of Japanese martial artists swaggered over from the opposite side.
The leader was a young man with a small braid on his head, a bluish-green beard on his chin, a pointed face, and a fierce look in his eyes.
This person is named Komura Soyu, the divine son of the Yin-Yang Palace, who has already reached the peak of the ninth rank of Martial King at a young age.
He was just one step away from stabilizing his Martial Emperor realm.
Among the younger generation in the Japanese martial arts world, they can be considered outstanding elites.
Behind them followed a large group of people.
There are skilled fighters from the South Korean Martial Arts Federation.
The alliance of martial arts masters from countries such as Black Grape Country, Italy, India, Ao Country, and Eagle Country numbered in the thousands.
They are mostly the United States' subordinate countries, relying on the United States' power to act arrogantly and domineeringly.
Rodson was indignant. His two sword-like eyebrows stood on end as he pointed at the small village and roared angrily.
"You little devils, today is the day of our Eastern Martial Arts Alliance Tournament. You are not welcome here. Get out of here right now."
Across from him, Komura Soo stood with his arms crossed over his chest, letting out a maniacal laugh, speaking in a sarcastic and unsettling tone.
"Are they not welcoming us, or are they afraid to let us in?"
Behind them, the Divine Child of the Nine Chrysanthemums faction winked and smiled.
"I think it's definitely the latter, because they're just a bunch of cowards, haha."
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