Murong Qinglong was furious, with veins bulging on his face. It was bad enough that this person didn''t take him seriously.

    Now, he had even dared to utter such words, showing disrespect not just to himself, but to his grandfather as well—and even claiming that his grandfather wasn''t worthy of serving him wine!

    Murong Qinglong could no longer tolerate it. Unfortunately, he was unaware of Ye Feng''s true identity. Had he known, he would never have thought Ye Feng''s words to be mere arrogance.

    A former Northern Border King, the behind-the-scenes founder of the Martial Alliance, a mere leader of the Provincial Martial Alliance in a small city indeed had no right to drink with him!

    Murong Qinglong turned his head and barked at Yin Junde, "Young Master Yin, despite today being your grandfather''s grand seventieth birthday, and I shouldn''t be causing trouble at his banquet, you heard it yourself—this kid is extremely arrogant."

    Yin Junde smiled. In his heart, he couldn''t wait for Murong Qinglong to pick a fight, even better if it blew up into a bigger issue.

    "Brother Long, as I said earlier, this so-called Mad Son-in-law of the Hong Family is not a guest of the Yin Family. He''s just a small-time son-in-law from a Jiangdu family. Although the Yin Family isn''t a noble clan, we certainly don''t treat just any cats or dogs as guests."

    Yin Junde''s faint smile implied one thing: go ahead and start the fight.

    "I see!"

    Murong Qinglong snorted and gestured with his hand, immediately causing three middle-aged men to walk over to them.

    Ye Feng remained seated in his wheelchair, his expression unchanged.

    "Brother Long, what can I do for you?" a muscular man with a full beard asked, bowing his head.

    Pointing at Ye Feng, Murong Qinglong said, "Martial Instructor, this brat is disrespectful to everyone, not only offending me but also showing disrespect to my grandfather. He even boasted that my grandfather isn''t worthy of even holding his shoes. What do you think should be done about this?"

    The burly Martial Instructor exuded a murderous aura, glaring at Ye Feng with his large, copper bell-like eyes, "Kid, is what Brother Long said true?"

    Ye Feng looked up at him but didn''t reply. He seldom answered others'' questions but was quick to ask, "Are you one of the four great instructors of the Jiangnan Martial Alliance?"

    The Martial Instructor snorted coldly, "Yes, I am indeed one of the four great instructors of the Jiangnan Martial Alliance, the Martial Steel Instructor. Now I ask you, is what Brother Long said true?"

    Ye Feng shook his head, "I did not say those words."

    Murong Qinglong was about to rebuke him for being cowardly.

    However, before he could speak, Ye Feng calmly continued, "What I mean is, your young master''s grandfather, oh right, the current Leader of the Martial Alliance of Southern River Region Jiangnan Province, if he truly came here, I wouldn''t let him hold my shoes because he isn''t even worthy of licking them."

    Murong Qinglong stood frozen in place for quite some time before he finally snapped out of it. Though his entire body trembled with rage, he was not foolish and knew that the one who had just made a move was a master, so he dared not act recklessly.

    "Young Master Yin, this man has dared to cause trouble in your Yin Family''s territory and has also injured the Martial Instructor of the Martial Alliance. Could it be that your Yin Family is just going to watch?" Murong Qinglong barked.

    Yin Junde had been waiting for just this moment, and immediately snorted, "Young Master Murong, rest assured, this brat dares to cause trouble during my grandfather''s birthday celebration, showing no regard for my Yin Family. Come, people!"

    As his words fell, three Yin Family experts immediately surrounded them, including two Masters of Inner Force.

    "Ye Feng, I''ve tolerated you for a long time. You dare to present a clock on my grandfather''s seventieth birthday, and now you disregard Young Master Murong, even injuring a Martial Instructor of the Martial Alliance of Southern River Region Jiangnan. Today, you will surely die!"

    Murong Qinglong clenched his teeth and growled, "Don''t kill him just yet, first cripple his hands. I want him to crawl like a worm and kneel before me, then torture him bit by bit until he dies!"

    Yin Junde said, "Don''t worry, Young Master Murong. After we cripple his hands, we will hand him over to you for disposal!"

    Upon hearing this, Ye Feng shook his head silently and sighed, "I really thought the third generation of the Four Great Families of Southern River Region Jiangnan might amount to something, but it seems they''re just a bunch of uneducated and useless rich kids!"

    "The timing on that side should be about right now. Seventeen, can you handle this?" Ye Feng suddenly called out sternly.

    "Your Highness, rest assured, do you want them all killed?" Seventeen inquired.

    The people around who heard these words all trembled inwardly, especially upon seeing Seventeen''s cold eyes, no one doubted that he meant what he said.

    Ye Feng said, "You decide!"

    With that said, Ye Feng instructed Hong Qingyan to push his wheelchair, slowly heading toward the back of the hall.

    In the backyard, the several big families and those two so-called masters from the Western Region should be coming to an understanding by now.

    "Ye Feng, you think you can just walk away? It won''t be that easy!" Yin Junde bellowed.

    However, as soon as he spoke out, Seventeen pounced and sent him flying with a punch.

    Ye Feng didn''t look back, for there was no need to; sounds of fierce fighting and cries of pain immediately followed behind him.

    Just as he stepped out of the main hall, the fighting already ceased, with Seventeen returning to stand behind Ye Feng.

    Ye Feng did not ask; there was no need, for a group of uneducated spoiled brats did not warrant his concern.