HPDBC Chapter 118: The Greatest Hero is the One Who Serves the Country and the People
Chapter 118: The Greatest Hero is the One Who Serves the Country and the People
gusu murong king’s mansion, originally a garden architecture from the last century, was built against the mountains with small bridges over flowing water. in modern times, such grand garden architecture has been extremely valuable, if not priceless.
being able to possess such a garden in this day and age sufficiently illustrates the illustrious status of its family.
by late afternoon, the remaining sunlight cast the western sky a blood red, as if stained with blood, inadvertently adding several touches of solemn killing intent.
three black vehicles suddenly arrived at the spacious square in front of the murong mansion gate.
immediately afterward, five individuals stepped out of the cars in unison, followed by a young man who seemed unable to walk on his own and was supported into a car.
behind this revolver-toting youth was an extraordinarily beautiful young lady.
this youth was none other than ye feng, the august and majestic ruler of the northern border!
ye feng looked up, surveying the murong prince mansion.
spanning hundreds of acres, the term ’vast’ was fitting to describe it, especially the two stone lions in front of the vermilion gate that exuded a majestic air. above the gate, four vigorous and powerful characters were inscribed.
"king’s mansion of east river!"
after just a glance, ye feng spoke in a deep voice, "take down that plaque for me!"
"as you command, master!"
sima zhantian, with his rough temper, took the lead and was about to rush over to tear down the vermilion plaque.
however, at that moment, an angry and cold shout rang out, "how dare you! who is causing trouble at the king’s mansion of east river, tired of living?!"
as the voice fell, suddenly two groups of agile individuals rushed out of the gate, quickly surrounding ye feng and the others. upon closer inspection, there were as many as thirty people, all of whom were martial arts practitioners at the eighth and ninth segments of external strength.
then murong tongming, flanked by eight huajin masters, strode out with an imposing air, accompanied by the bare upper-bodied elder xuan ming.
"thirty martial artists of the eighth and ninth stages of external strength, eight masters of inner force, two huajin masters—such meager backing, and yet you dare to presumptuously call yourself the king of east river. truly, i wonder who gave you the audacity and gall!"
ye feng let out a cold huff, considering this force to be nothing of significance in his eyes.
yet among those present, there was one individual who marginally caught his attention—none other than elder xuan ming.
elder xuan ming was so angry that his face turned ashen and he gritted his teeth, but he didn’t know how to retort.
ye feng continued earnestly, "last century, when the country was in chaos, and foreign invaders came, your xuan ming sect from the western territory did not think of serving the country or fighting against the enemy; instead, you conspired with foreigners amidst the nation’s chaos to profit from the nation’s distress.
how does your xuan ming sect still have the face to call itself a reputable sect, and how do you, elder xuan ming, have the face to call yourself a hero?"
elder xuan ming was shaking with rage, grinding his teeth and said word by word, "you, boy, seem to know our xuan ming sect affairs very well. who on earth are you?"
"who am i? you’re not qualified to know, nor do you deserve to know!"
ye feng snorted coldly and went on, "in that battle last century, many true heroes stood up to defend the nation, paying with their lives or becoming maimed, while traitors like you, seeking glory through betrayal, emerged claiming to be heroes. it’s truly a case of ’when the great tigers are absent, the monkey calls itself king!’"
upon being reminded of his scars, elder xuan ming became infuriated and roared skyward, "ye feng, you brat, you killed my disciples. today, i, the great hero, shall have your head fall to the ground!"
murong tongming also suddenly shouted, "murong retainers, heed my command—this man has killed a member of the murong family. kill him and you will be handsomely rewarded by me!"
ye feng’s expression remained unchanged as he said word by word, "swallow dock’s gusu murong, presumptuously claiming royalty, a capital crime, kill; elder xuan ming of the xuan ming sect from the western territory, a traitor seeking glory through betrayal, a national thief, kill!"
with those two decisive words, xiao chuanqi, sima zhantian, and others sprang into action, each charging forward like a fierce combination of wind, thunder, tigers, and leopards.
in an instant, the broad plaza in front of the murong prince mansion’s gate was engulfed in the sounds of battle, plunging into a great war.
"brat, die at my hands!"
elder xuan ming moved at an astonishingly fast pace, his body turning into a series of afterimages, and in the blink of an eye, he was in front of ye feng, and then he struck out with his palm.
"get lost!" xiao chuanqi, seeing this, furrowed his brows and met the palm head-on.
boom...
the palms collided in an instant, erupting with a dull booming sound, and white wisps of xuan ming’s biting cold qi suddenly began to shoot out above elder xuan ming’s head.
xiao chuanqi let out a muffled groan and was pushed back three meters, his entire arm drooping down limply.
"xuan ming divine palm, i didn’t expect it to be so domineering. let’s go again!" xiao chuanqi gritted his teeth and was about to rush forward once more.
seeing this, ye feng immediately exclaimed, "step back, you’re not his match yet!"