Chaos Heavenly Emperor Technique

Soon, a disciple from Du Yue Heaven Palace personally came to lead Ling Feng to the core region of this tea party.

The so-called core region is only accessible to talents who have received invitations, while the martial artists accompanying them can only observe from the outer area.

The strong are respected, a timeless truth; if you want to earn enough respect, you can only speak through strength.

”You two wait here for me.”

Ling Feng turned back to look at Murong Bai and Yue HuaQin. These two did not have invitations and could not enter the core region.

”Alright.” Murong Bai nodded, knowing his own limits; being able to watch the battles of those strong individuals from afar was already satisfying.

”Junior Brother Ling, go for it! Make our Eastern Spirit Domain shine!” Yue HuaQin clenched her delicate fist and made a cheer-up gesture towards Ling Feng.

Ling Feng squinted his eyes with a smile, neither accepting nor denying.

When Ling Feng arrived at the central region, he discovered a rather luxurious pavilion standing before him, resplendent with gold and jade carvings, completely different from the surrounding dilapidated buildings.

Ling Feng couldn’t help but touch his nose. This pavilion clearly did not belong to the ancient city and should be a Magic Treasure carried by Xiao Juanyun.

It’s somewhat similar to his Five Elements Heavenly Palace, but aside from its grand appearance used for show, it didn’t have much practical use.

”Please!”

The Du Yue Heaven Palace disciple leading the way turned back to look at Ling Feng and spoke in a deep voice.

Holding the invitation, Ling Feng naturally had the right to ascend to the pavilion, and under the slightly hostile gazes surrounding him, Ling Feng stepped up to the pavilion briskly.

Upon walking up the stairs and entering the pavilion, it was already filled with many talents from West Sword Domain.

The space inside was exceptionally spacious, with many tables and chairs arranged around, while the center was left open as a space of about a hundred feet, clearly for sparring and exchange.

On the main seat, a man in blue clothing was sitting, slim in stature, but with exceptionally sharp eyes, possessing an invincible aura as his eyes opened and closed. Ling Feng speculated that this must be Xiao Juanyun, who sent him the invitation.

This person is strong!

Ling Feng internally gave a silent evaluation.

However, if a battle were to occur, he would not be afraid.

Ling Feng’s arrival naturally attracted the attention of many, including Xiao Juanyun, but after a glance, upon noticing Ling Feng’s cultivation, eyebrows furrowed or a cold smile of disdain flashed by, before losing interest.

”Who might you be?”

Xiao Juanyun approached. He knew most of the strong figures from West Sword Domain, and this unfamiliar face was undoubtedly the talented individual from Eastern Spirit Domain who killed Li Tianxing.

”Ling Feng.”

Ling Feng smiled slightly and replied calmly.

Xiao Juanyun nodded slightly, smiling as he said, ”So it’s Brother Ling from Eastern Spirit Domain, I’ve heard much about you!”

Ling Feng touched his nose, secretly amused in his heart. He had no such reputation, but there was no need to reveal such conventional compliments.

”Brother Xiao’s name is also well-known.” Ling Feng grinned and exchanged a few polite words.

This Xiao Juanyun seemed different from most of the proud West Sword Domain strong figures he’d encountered, lacking the arrogance.

”Please take your seat.”

After exchanging pleasantries, Xiao Juanyun arranged for Ling Feng to be seated. Most of the talents from West Sword Domain around showed expressions of disdain; an Eastern Spirit Domain native was worthy of such treatment?

Xiao Juanyun seemed to regard Ling Feng too highly.

However, no one dared to gossip; a strong person like Xiao Juanyun had the freedom to act as he pleased.

Ling Feng scanned the surroundings, noticing besides the talents from West Sword Domain, there was another group visibly different in attire from the martial artists of West Sword Domain, exuding extremely strong Qi Blood Power.

These people were probably the talents from Beihai Domain.

Now, with the talents from the three great domains gathering in the ancient city, they awaited the opening of the relics there.

Silence persisted for about thirty breaths until someone finally chuckled softly.

”Hahaha, since no one wants to step forward, let me, Long Aotian, do it.”

A figure stood up, tall and strong, appearing around thirty or forty years old, with tiger eyes radiating brilliance, exuding an intimidating presence as he strode tiger-like to the central open space: ”Is there any friend willing to come up and offer guidance?”

”Let me, Lee, set the example then.”

With a light laugh, a figure instantly appeared before Long Aotian; it was a man in his thirties, elegant and unrestrained.

”Brother Long, Brother Lee, the rule of the tea party is only swordsmanship and Sword Intent, no use of Sword Essence, otherwise this small pavilion might not withstand it.”

Xiao Juanyun kindly reminded, and looking towards the few talents from Beihai Domain, added: ”Friends from Beihai Domain, please also refrain from using Qi Blood Power. We’ll only compete with moves, stopping at the point.”

”Naturally, it’s just sparring, I won’t go all out.”

Long Aotian laughed heartily, waved his long sword, assuming an attacking stance.

”Hmm?”

Ling Feng narrowed his eyes slightly, sensing an eerily familiar style in Long Aotian’s swordsmanship.

”Long Aotian, surname Long?”

Ling Feng curled his lips; clearly, this Long Aotian should be someone from Dragon Sword Mansion, and should hail from the same family as Long Tengyuan.

As their eyes met, suddenly, a sharp aura spread from both of them, before swords moved, the momentum had already clashed.