On the platform, the crowd's eyes narrowed slightly, and they all looked at the old man in blood-clothed fearfully, recognizing the latter's identity.
When everyone's eyes fell on the head in Tu Sanqian's hand, they all gasped.
Because many people recognized that the owner of this head was actually Huang Long, the commander of the Silver Feather Guard.
"what's the situation?
Aren't the Silver Feather Guard commanders Huang Long and Tu Sanqian both under the command of His Highness the Second Prince?
Why did Tu Sanqian cut off Huanglong’s head?”
"What is Tu Sanqian's intention when he comes here with Huanglong's head?"
"..." The entire platform was eerily quiet. Many powerful men raised their heads and focused their gazes on Tu Sanqian, paying attention to the latter's every move.
Many people are curious, what does Tu Sanqian want to do?
Tu Sanqian had no expression on his face. He held Huang Long's head and walked on the central stone path, past the crowd, and finally stopped in front of the table where Mu Feng, Leng Yunting and others were sitting.
Leng Yunting, Gu Xiyu, Xing Xiuqi and Ji Mingxu's eyes narrowed slightly, their muscles tensed, and they stared at the old man in blood-clothed clothes in front of them warily.
Tu Sanqian's aura was so terrifying that it made the four of them feel frightened. Even Leng Yunting, who was half a Martial King, still felt a strong threat from Tu Sanqian.
Leng Yunting understood that although the blood-clothed old man in front of him was only at the peak of the ninth level of the Life Sea, his actual strength was probably by no means weaker than him, and might even be stronger.
Mu Feng stood up slowly and met Tu Sanqian's eyes. What he saw was indifference and ruthlessness, as well as the dullness contained in the depths of indifference.
"Lao Tu?"
Mu Feng frowned slowly. At this moment, Tu Sanqian in front of him felt extremely strange to him.
"Master Li Feng! His Highness ordered me to come and give you something!"
Tu Sanqian had no expression on his face and threw the head in his hand in front of Mu Feng.
Mu Feng didn't even look at the head at his feet. He had recognized it a long time ago. This head belonged to Huanglong, the leader of the Silver Feather Guard.
What he is most concerned about now is, what happened to Tu Sanqian?
Why were his eyes so indifferent, as if he had lost all emotion?
"Lao Tu! What's wrong with you?"
Mu Feng asked in a deep voice.
"Huang Long ignored His Highness's order and just attacked you, the young master. He deserves death! Therefore, he ordered me to chop off his head to make amends for you! Now, please invite the young master into the palace hall!"
Tu Sanqian ignored Mu Feng's question, but bent down and made a gesture of invitation to Mu Feng.
Mu Feng fell silent. He looked deeply at Tu Sanqian in front of him. He had a vague suspicion in his heart, and a wave of anger ignited from his chest like a flame.
The eyes of everyone on the platform followed Tu Sanqian and all fell on Mu Feng.
"Who is this young man?
Tu Sanqian actually handed Huang Long's head to him and treated him with such respect!"
Many people's hearts trembled, and they became keenly interested in Mu Feng's identity.
"Please also invite Young Master Li Feng into the palace hall!"
Tu Sanqian was still bent over, his tone was cold and ruthless, but it was a bit more serious.
"When will Yu Yuyu arrive?"
Mu Feng's voice gradually turned cold.
"Please also invite Young Master Li Feng into the palace hall!"
Tu Sanqian slowly straightened up and repeated what he had just said, but a trace of anger burst out from deep in his eyes.
"Okay! I'll go into the palace hall!"
Mu Feng stopped asking, turned to look at Leng Yunting and said, "Senior Brother Leng! Yunyun will stay here for now!"
Leng Yunting, Gu Xiyu and the other four people didn't understand the situation at all. Seeing that Mu Feng wanted to hand over Yunyun to them, they naturally had no objection.
"Xiao Sang! Remember what I told you before?"
Mu Feng turned to look at the stray cat in Yunyun's arms and said seriously.
"Don't worry, Master! Xiao Sang won't dare forget even a little bit of what you said!"
Xiao Sang said solemnly.
Mu Feng nodded, walked out of the desk, and walked towards the hall. Tu Sanqian followed closely with his head slightly lowered.
Wow! The moment Mu Feng stepped into the hall, the platform was in an uproar, and many warriors were stunned.
None of them expected that this boy, who looked to be only fourteen or fifteen years old, was actually qualified to step into the Daxing Palace and stand on an equal footing with the real powerhouses in Lihuo King's capital.
"Master Li Feng! You..." Liu Yunmeng happened to walk out in front of the hall door. When she saw Mu Fengxing approaching, she hesitated to speak.
"Miss Liu, don't worry! My invitation was delivered to me personally by Yu Yuyu, and the location arrangement inside will not be wrong!"
Mu Feng glanced at Liu Yunmeng, and after saying this, he walked past and stepped into the hall.
In the huge hall, a big boss who truly stood at the pinnacle of Lihuo Capital couldn't help but fall on Mu Feng.
With so many top warriors watching at the same time, most warriors tend to get stage fright and appear at a loss.
But Mu Feng remained calm and composed, looking around with his deep eyes, looking at everyone one by one without fear.
He saw Yu Wenyao, the Marquis of Wuwen, Bai Yuanwu, the Marquis of Wu'an, Sang Yangxu, the king of the Sang family, Jing Tianhua, the king of the Jing family, and Fang Chengzhi, the king of the holiday.
Mu Feng had seen these five people one by one at the Sang family dinner, so he recognized them at a glance.
He also saw the eldest prince Yu Xingyu, the imperial guard Teng Zian, the prison envoy Ke Zhengqi, the leader of Qinghong Guangyuanhua, and some representatives of the major forces in the inner city that he had never seen before.
What surprised Mu Feng the most was that Wu Liangji, the vice-president of Lihuo Academy, also came, and the latter's originally severed limbs had been reattached.
However, from his still pale face, it can be seen that Wu Liangji's internal injuries should not be completely healed.
Next to Wu Liangji were three important figures in the academy: Shan Fei Luan, Gong Zi Shi and Zeng Wen De.
"Abandoned disciple of the academy! What are you looking at?"
Wu Liangji naturally felt Mu Feng's gaze, and his already bad mood became even more unhappy, and he yelled at Mu Feng.
"nothing?
I just wanted to see if my former vice-dean had his limbs chopped off as rumored! Now the vice-dean’s limbs are intact, so it seems that the rumors are false.”
The corners of Mu Feng's mouth curled up slightly, not wanting to open any pot, which made Wu Liangji furious.
Some time ago, he had his limbs chopped off by a mysterious warrior in Lihuo Academy and almost died. This was a lifelong shame for him.
Although this matter has been spread in Lihuo King's capital for a long time, no one dared to mention it in front of him.
But now, the abandoned disciple of the Academy in front of him dared to mock him. How could Wu Liangji not be angry?
"Are you looking for death?
The loser who was expelled from the academy barely managed to enter the palace hall by relying on His Highness the Second Prince's relationship, but he still dared to be so arrogant, who gave you the courage?"
Wu Liangji had a gloomy face and stared at Mu Feng with cold eyes.
"Does a trash whose limbs have been chopped off have the right to call others trash?"
Mu Feng counterattacked calmly.
Boom! Wu Liangji slammed his right palm on the table, a terrifying aura surged out like a tide, and his face became ferocious.
"What an uneducated little bastard! He got into the palace hall by chance, but he talked nonsense and made nonsense!"
Teng Zian sneered repeatedly.
"Shut up! Did I talk to you?
But you are like a dog, taking the initiative to come and bark in front of me, don't you have any sense of shame?"
Mu Feng interrupted Teng Zian's words with a cold shout.
Teng Zian's eyes darkened, and fierce anger arose in his heart. An equally terrifying aura surged out, pressing towards Mu Feng.