Just as Wang Yanmu was feeling utterly hopeless, Ye Feng had arrived near Nangong Hall.
Looking at the towering mountains and the grand palace atop them, Ye Feng was deeply shaken.
The surroundings here were magnificent, making it indeed a Holy Land for cultivation.
It seemed every sect in this world possessed terrifying heritage.
Indeed, Nangong Hall was the weakest of the sects, yet so formidable, it was clear how terrifying the other sects would be.
However, no matter how terrifying Nangong Hall's heritage was, Ye Feng would not fear it. Now, Ye Feng's power was unstoppable, he could even easily kill the Hall Master of Nangong Hall.
Strength is the most important factor in this world; everything else is just fleeting clouds.
Ye Feng walked slowly up the mountain, admiring the scenery along the way.
"Stop! Sect grounds, no outsiders allowed." Just as Ye Feng was about to enter the palace gate, he was stopped by someone at the entrance.
