Chapter 380: The Arrogant Feng Yan, I Am the Young Marshal!

The Myriad Races have arrived!

One could see that the Marquises of the Myriad Races carried violent fluctuations within their bodies, revealed in every gesture they made.

Behind them, youthful figures likewise stood there.

They exuded an air of untamed arrogance.

Their eyes set high above, as if they did not take Mie Long Cheng into consideration at all.

The Divine Race Marquis at the front smiled faintly, took a step forward, divine light flickering over his body, like a celestial god.

"Martial King, it's been a long time."

The Divine Race Marquis smiled. If one did not know the poor relationship between the Myriad Races and the Human Race—

one would think this Divine Race Marquis and the Martial King were good friends.

The Martial King likewise took a step forward, and a cultivation no weaker than this man's erupted as well.

The Martial King looked calmly at the Divine Race Marquis before him and said,

"Holy Spirit King, it's been a long time. I wonder if you've made any progress after all these years—I hope you can take one punch from me!"

The Holy Spirit King's expression stiffened slightly, and a murderous aura surfaced between his brows.

But he forced it down and said calmly,

"Since we've all arrived, why not invite us in for a look?"

"After all, I've come to Mie Long Cheng so many times but have never seen what it looks like inside. I hope you won't disappoint me!"

The Holy Spirit King smiled faintly and said softly.

The Martial King gave a cold snort, revealing a faint, ambiguous smile.

"The city gate is right there—I just don't know whether the Holy Spirit King dares to come in!"

The Martial King's gaze fell upon the city gate below Mie Long Cheng.

The city gate of Mie Long Cheng was very ordinary—just a plain large wooden door, without any energy fluctuations whatsoever.

But a trace of wariness flashed across the Holy Spirit King's face.

Mie Long Cheng's status within the Myriad Races Continent was extremely terrifying.

Someone had even said: better to enter the Three Races than to enter Mie Long Cheng.

Every expert of the Myriad Races who wanted to enter Mie Long Cheng met the same fate, without exception.

Either gravely wounded or half-dead.

Even when the Divine Emperor entered Mie Long Cheng back then, was he not also startled into retreat by a single Sword strike from the Slay Dragon King?

The Holy Spirit King smiled stiffly.

"I'd better just walk straight in. You Human Race are full of tricks—who knows if there's something hidden in that doorway."

Although the Myriad Races Grand Tournament had explicit rules prohibiting anyone from laying hands on members of other races, lest the entire Myriad Races rally together to attack the offender—

but let us not forget.

The Human Race was already targeted by the Myriad Races to begin with—put bluntly, those with nothing to lose fear not those who do.

The Holy Spirit King did not even know why the Divine Emperor and the others had let the Human Race arrange the Myriad Races Grand Tournament.

After all, if the Human Race played any tricks, it would be all too easy for this group of theirs to end up staying here permanently.

The Martial King said calmly,

"Mie Long Cheng forbids flight. If you're not afraid of the Slay Dragon King slashing you with one Sword strike, then by all means, fly over!"

The Holy Spirit King's expression stiffened once more.

"Heh, Mie Long Cheng sure has a big mouth. We've come to attend the Myriad Races Grand Tournament—that's giving your Human Race plenty of face."

A youth of the Myriad Races instantly could not hold back.

He burst out with a shout.

It was a genius of the Phoenix Race. The Phoenix Race was a top-tier first-class race within the Myriad Races Continent.

Not the slightest bit weaker than the Dragon Race of the past.

Even after the Dragon Race's annihilation, the Phoenix Race had taken over many of the Dragon Race's territories, faintly showing a trend of surpassing the former Dragon Race.

And this person was the Phoenix Race's genius, Feng Yan!

Feng Yan looked at the many Marquises of the Human Race with ill intent.

Even facing the Martial King, he was not afraid in the slightest. In his view, the Human Race was nothing more than a race bullied by the Myriad Races.

Besides, this time there was also a Phoenix Race Marquis leading their group—he had no reason to fear the Human Race.

The Martial King's eyes narrowed slightly, his gaze falling upon Feng Yan, and he said without any warmth in his smile,

"The Phoenix Race certainly has quite the face!"

Within that calm voice, a bone-chilling intent was hidden.

The Phoenix Race Marquis said indifferently,

"It was merely a thoughtless remark from a junior. Could it be that the Martial King actually took it seriously?"

The Martial King smiled slightly. "Not to that extent. After all, getting angry at a bird—my Human Race wouldn't do something that foolish."

As soon as these words came out, they immediately drew mockery from the many Human Race Marquises behind him.

Feng Yan and the Phoenix Race Marquis's expressions changed abruptly, and anger surfaced on their faces.

The Phoenix Race was known as the sovereign of all birds. The Martial King's words were undoubtedly an insult to the entire Phoenix Race.

The Phoenix Race Marquis looked at the Martial King with cold menace and said in a deep voice,

"Truly worthy of being the Human Race's Martial King—sharp of tongue. I just wonder whether your Human Race's genius will still be able to say such things during the Myriad Races Grand Tournament that follows."

The Holy Spirit King frowned slightly. Falling out with the Human Race at this time was not a good thing.

The Holy Spirit King glared at the Phoenix Race experts, then said calmly.

"Since that's the case, guests should follow the host's lead. Let's just walk right in. After all, the Human Race is still a major race of the Myriad Races Continent — surely they wouldn't do anything that would insult their own race."

With that, he led the geniuses and experts of the myriad races down to the ground, passing through the wooden gate, preparing to enter.

Those able to participate in the Myriad Races Grand Competition all had King-Conferred Strong Ones within their races; the weakest among them were second-tier races.

They were proud and haughty. Though somewhat reluctant, since the Holy Spirit King had spoken thus, to refute him would be to defy the Holy Spirit King.

After all, this person was a Five-Step King-Conferred from the Divine Race!

Offending the Human Race was nothing, but offending the Divine Race was not something these myriad races could withstand.

And right at this moment, figure after figure flew in from the distant sky.

Sword Qi crisscrossed between heaven and earth.

It was none other than Li Zhangsheng!

Li Zhangsheng held a jade Sword in his arms, a wine gourd beneath his feet, and behind Li Zhangsheng, Xiang Shaoyun and Su Yu stood quietly in place.

Looking at the scene before him, Li Zhangsheng was momentarily stunned, then turned his gaze toward the Martial King.

"I, Li, greet the Martial King. Qianlong Academy had a hundred things waiting to be revived, and matters were delayed — I trust I'm not too late?"

The Martial King looked at Li Zhangsheng, then turned his gaze to Su Yu and Xiang Shaoyun.

A flash of surprise passed through the Martial King's eyes.

Very quickly, the Martial King suppressed it, and smiled faintly.

"Not too late yet — come in!"

Li Zhangsheng nodded and led Su Yu and Xiang Shaoyun, preparing to fly inside.

At this moment, a voice rang out.

"Wait! Didn't they say Mie Long Cheng forbids flight? Why are they allowed to fly in while we have to walk in?"

The one speaking was still Feng Yan. Feng Yan was already somewhat displeased, and now, seeing that Li Zhangsheng was merely at the Marquis realm yet flew straight in —

Wasn't this deliberately targeting them? Naturally, Feng Yan was dissatisfied.

Hearing this, the Martial King's brow furrowed slightly.

Just as he was about to say something, he saw Su Yu looking at Feng Yan with a strange expression.

Su Yu said calmly,

"I am the Young Marshal of the Slay Dragon Army — are you? I dare to fly — do you?"