"Emperor Xuanyuan."

Li Feng's grandfather repeated again, and Li Feng was puzzled. He frowned slightly: "Xuanyuan?"

In Yan Country, there are numerous families, but he had never heard of this Xuanyuan Family. Could it be a hidden family?

Even if it's a hidden family, Li Feng wouldn't necessarily fear them.

"Grandfather, Emperor Xuanyuan is something from ages ago, even if their ancestors were formidable, what kind of society are we in now? Is this Xuanyuan really that powerful? Why have I never heard of them?"

Even in hidden families, as long as they are on this land, they would leave traces.

For example, the Habsburg Family, which dominates half of the world within the Federation, barely appears in the news now, yet their influence is apparent in every aspect.

Any family within the Federation mentions this family with awe.

A man's name, and a tree's shadow.

Even if they are low-key, the influence would still exist.

The only completely unnoticed existence can only be one that no longer exists; only those that have faded and vanished lose their influence without a trace.

Li Feng's grandfather looked up at Li Feng.

"What if Xuanyuan isn't in this world?"

"Hmm?"

Li Feng stared in shock at his grandfather. Not in this world, what does that mean?

Could there be another world in this world?

In that moment, Li Feng's mind opened wide, and he thought what his grandfather referred to wasn't the Ancient Martial World and the Mortal World, which are separated but exist in the same reality.

Just as Li Feng was about to inquire further, a sudden sound came from the door behind, as someone broke in.

"Who?"

Li Feng sharply turned his head.

The person entering from outside lifted the corners of his mouth, sneering repeatedly.

"Hey, don't ask too many questions, even if you ask, we won't tell you. But we can tell you one thing, we're here for you."

The leader twisted his neck, producing cracking sounds, while the burly men behind him smirked sinisterly and took out extendable batons.

Smack.

They directly swung the batons out.

"I heard you got injured in the last match, we brothers don't want to make things difficult for you. Let us break your leg and we can wrap up things, sparing you from unnecessary suffering."

Li Feng looked at the burly men in front of him, each as crude as Tie Xuan. He couldn't discern their origins, but he could ascertain one thing: they intended to force him out of the Martial Arts Tournament.

Li Feng curled his lips into a cold laugh.

"Just you few?"

Li Feng didn't waste words, he tapped his toes and shot forward like a projectile.

"Refusing a toast only to drink a forfeit."

The leader sneered coldly and curled his hand, signaling the men to swing their batons at Li Feng.

Ah!

The next moment.

A wretched scream echoed from the room.

A moment later.

The sound of bones snapping and thuds came from the door, followed by silence.

Li Feng turned to look behind him; his grandfather was already gone. He looked down at the beaten man on the ground.

Damn it, he still had questions left unanswered when interrupted.

"You, I won't say anything."

"Hmph, I didn't plan to ask."

Li Feng coldly laughed, quickly dealt with the opponent, then walked out of the room. As for who played this dirty trick, he could easily guess.

Whoever is paired with him in the next round, that's who did it.

Thinking he was badly injured from his prior incident, they sent people to ensure it?

Hmph.

However, Li Feng's mind wasn't focused on the Martial Arts Tournament; his grandfather suddenly appeared and asked him if he was ready, clearly wanting to tell him something.

And what he must face is evidently a very old family, the Emperor Xuanyuan line.

His mother seemed to marry into the Xuanyuan line, which now faces internal power struggles, dragging his mother into it, unknowingly making him a pawn in the fight.

Li Feng could roughly imagine the plot, but he never thought such a melodramatic event would land on him.

Yet, if someone wants to use him, Li Feng as a pawn, they'd better see if they have the strength.

But this Xuanyuan.

Li Feng really hadn't heard about them.

In Yan Country, any prominent family, even those like Xu Family of Jingmen—having intricate connections with the Ancient Martial World—would have traces.

Yet Xuanyuan.

Li Feng truly hadn't heard of them.

His grandfather clearly was holding back, and years ago, he sent him to the Mercenary training camp, then disappeared, leaving no trace for ten years.

Could there be some hidden truth behind this?

The more Li Feng thought about it, the more agitated he became.

"Boss, the people sent failed; Li Feng isn't as seriously injured as expected, those skilled fighters from the world were all defeated."

"Oh."

Wang Jinkun furrowed his brows slightly: "Li Feng suffered over a hundred Chain Palm blows from Liu Zaiye's fight with Eight Diagrams Sect, how could he be unscathed?"

"Based on the returned sounds, it took less than ten seconds. When we went to check, those men were all crippled, unconscious."

"This doesn't look like the condition of an injured person."

Wang Jinkun shook his head slightly: "No, it actually indicates that Li Feng's injuries are severe. Otherwise, why would his moves be so ruthless, leaving no room for mercy. By the way, did he interrogate them for who ordered the attack?"

"No, the opponent left that room quickly."

"Young Master Wang, one thing is strange, that room is temporarily used for storing odds and ends in the competition hall, why would Li Feng go there?"

Wang Jinkun also furrowed his brows.

"Hmm, maybe you were careless, he noticed and deliberately led them there."

"Forget it, let's leave this matter for now. Li Feng isn't a fool, and since I'm battling him in the next round, he'll surely figure it out."

"You may leave now."

"Yes, Young Master Wang."

Wang Jinkun dismissed his subordinate, turned back to the players' lounge, but Li Feng was nowhere to be seen.

Not back yet, where did he go?

"Whoa, this one is amazing. He defeated the opponent with just a glance. Why are there so many freaks this year?"

Just then, an exclamation came from nearby.

Wang Jinkun couldn't help but look towards the ring.

"What's going on, what happened on the platform?"

A nearby participant turned his head towards Wang Jinkun: "You ask me, well, it's just a glance from the opponent, and the rival is all beaten, unable to stand up. As for what actually happened, I want to know too."

"Invisible Sword Qi from Kunlun."

"This year's Martial Arts Tournament is filled with prodigies."

Someone knowledgeable quickly recognized the move used by the Kunlun disciple on stage, Kunlun Mountain's Invisible Sword Qi.

You can't see this technique; as soon as the hand is raised, the opponent wouldn't know how it happened if their strength is insufficient.

Because the opponent truly didn't make a move, it was simply releasing Gang Qi, forming Sword Qi to injure others, that simple.

But simply speaking, achieving it, especially before turning thirty, requires not only exceptional talent but also sufficient insight.

"Impressive, my round is next. Looks like I also need to show some skills, else I really will be overshadowed."

Zhang Sanfeng looked at Mo Nan returning with victory from Kunlun, smilingly said.