Chapter 109 The king's head fell to the ground in anger!
Chapter 109 The king is angry and heads fall to the ground!
Murong Yi didn't listen to anyone. As the most outstanding genius of the third generation of Prince Murong of Gusu, he certainly felt that he had the capital to be arrogant.
As soon as the group of people reached the ferry, Ye Feng and others had already landed.
Murong Yi crossed his arms and stood on a stone, looking down at the young man who was slowly being helped into the wheelchair, with contempt and sneer appearing on his face.
"Are you the crazy son-in-law of the Hong family named Ye, a cripple with a broken leg?" Murong Yi snorted coldly.
Ye Feng raised his head and glanced at him without saying a word. He rarely spoke to such ant-like things.
Sima Zhantian shouted coldly: "Wangyou, who are you? You dare to speak arrogantly and be rude to my master?"
"Enter your master?"
Murong Yi smiled and sneered: "Let me tell you, you three followers are probably master-level experts. With such a cripple with a broken leg, don't you feel aggrieved that you have wronged yourself?"
At this point, Murong Yi puffed up his chest and said loudly: "Let me tell you, I will not change my name or surname. My name is Murong Yi, the third generation genius grandmaster of Prince Murong of Gusu!"
Ye Feng smiled, but it was a sneer: "You are almost thirty years old, but you can only gather your inner strength to become a master. How dare you claim to be a genius?"
"How dare you be rude to our young master Murong, why don't you kneel down and kowtow to admit your mistake!" a Murong servant beside him shouted coldly.
Ye Feng's eyes were sharp as he stared at the other person and said word by word: "Are you a direct descendant of the Murong family? Who are you, that false king of Jiangdong?"
"Since I am Young Master Murong, Prince of Jiangdong, I am naturally my grandfather!" Murong Yi looked arrogant.
However, before he could speak again, Ye Feng suddenly shouted: "Kill!"
Murong Yi on the opposite side was stunned for a moment, thinking he heard wrongly. Just when he was about to speak, he suddenly saw a burly man swooping over like a tiger and leopard.
After all, Sima Zhantian is the great master of transforming energy. His energy is so powerful that it has almost reached the point of transcendence. It is definitely not comparable to those lesser masters who can only break through the internal energy.
Murong Yi didn't even have time to react, he just felt that there was a strong aura pressure all over him, so much that he could hardly breathe.
Immediately afterwards, Sima Zhantian pinched Murong Yi's neck in his hands.
"How dare you..." Murong Yi screamed in shock, but these two words were the last words he left in the world.
Before the voice could even be heard, his head had been torn off. Sima Zhantian's figure was swept away, but he was already ten feet away. At this time, Murong Yi's headless body suddenly fell to the ground.
When the four Murong family servants and guards saw this, their faces turned pale with fear and they did not even dare to say a word.
During the whole process, Ye Feng didn't even bother to take a glance. He just slowly pushed the wheelchair forward along the tree-lined path. Even when the other party's body fell beside him, he never glanced sideways.
The roar of the dog is destined to be unable to scare the liger king back!
Ye Feng moved forward slowly, Xiao Chuanqiu and Qi Shi followed closely behind. Sima Zhantian was two steps behind holding Murong Yi's head. Although the momentum of the group seemed small, there was a fierce and majestic invisible momentum.
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Before they walked in, everyone heard the sound of talking and laughing from a distance in front of them. It seemed that the people gathering and talking in the hall of the Wumeng headquarters were in a good mood.
At this time, in the reception hall of the Wu League headquarters, Murong Hai was sitting in the main seat. Originally, this position was usually occupied by Murong Zhantian, the leader of the Wu League. Although Murong Zhantian died, the new leader has not yet been decided. According to the rules
This position should be vacant for the time being.
It's just that Murong Hai, relying on the power of his family behind him, has obviously surpassed his subordinates at this moment, and seems to regard himself as the leader of the Jiangnan Martial League!
Sitting next to Murong Hai were two ministers from Prince Murong's palace. The hall was dark and full of people. In addition to people from the Murong branch in Jiangnan, Cui Yin and other representatives of the wealthy families in Jiangnan were also among them.
Although the two corpses of Luo Keqiao and Pang Youze were lying in the corner of the hall, the atmosphere was cheerful.
"Murong Family Head, thanks to your coming to Jiangnan this time and standing up for heaven and earth, you can save the industries of several big families like us!" Cui Hao stood up and raised his hand to Murong Hai.
"Yes, thanks to the Murong family in Gusu who came to the rescue, otherwise, all the properties of the wealthy families in Jiangnan like us would have been taken away by the crazy son-in-law of the Hong family named Ye. Now we are willing to give up a quarter of it.
Give the property to King Jiangdong!" Representatives from other wealthy families also agreed.
Compared with before, they had to hand over half of their property, and now the King of Jiangdong only wants a quarter of their property. Naturally, the wealthy families in Jiangnan are unwilling. What's more, from now on, if they climb up to the behemoth King of Jiangdong, they will have nothing to do.
Afraid.
Of course, for Prince Murong's Palace, it's not that they don't want to completely annex these wealthy families in Jiangnan, but they also know that going too far is not enough, so they simply take it easy and only ask for a quarter of their property as protection fees this time.
This is of course only the first step for Prince Murong's Palace.
In the second step, Prince Murong's Prince Jiangdong will help Murong Hai become the leader of the martial alliance of Jiangnan Province through connections. In this way, Prince Jiangdong's power in Jiangnan will undoubtedly become more terrifying.
Then the third step is to gradually eliminate these Jiangnan wealthy families through the strategy of uniting one family to fight each other, so as to achieve the goal of Prince Murong's palace to dominate the south of the Yangtze River.
It has to be said that the plans of the Jiangdong Prince's Palace were flawless, but their calculations were not as good as God's calculations, and they still made some mistakes.
Murong Hai, who was sitting on the Grand Master's chair, snorted coldly: "Everyone, please rest assured. I would like to give you a word. As long as I, Jiangdong Prince's Mansion, exist for one day, I will keep you safe for one day. As for that so-called Hong family madman,
Son-in-law, as long as he dares to come, I will make his head fall to the ground!"
As soon as he said this, a human head suddenly flew in from the hall, and after landing, it rolled directly to Murong Hai's feet.
Everyone was shocked, and when they saw the person's face clearly, there was a commotion and screams.
"Yier? What's going on? Is this really Yi'er?"
Murong Hai was startled at first, and then he took a closer look, and then he knelt on the ground, kneeling in front of the head, and roared heartbreakingly: "Yi'er, how come... who are you?
Who killed my Yi'er, who!"
"It's me!" Ye Feng said coldly, then pushed the wheelchair and slowly walked into the hall accompanied by Xiao Chuanqi and Sima Zhantian.
"It's you!" Murong Hai suddenly turned around. At this time, his eyes were scarlet red, revealing a strong murderous intention. He gritted his teeth and roared: "You are the crazy son-in-law of the Hong family, Ye Feng. You actually... actually killed my son.
,how dare you!"
Ye Feng looked calm and composed, looked at the other party coldly, and said word by word: "Not only do I dare to kill your son, I also want to kill you and destroy your entire clan!"
"Kill!" Ye Feng gave the order directly, but he would never hesitate or waste words on anyone who should be killed.
When the king is angry, his head will fall to the ground and he will bleed for thousands of miles!
