60: Chapter 60 No Seat in the Southern Region? This Dragon Throne looks pretty good to me!

"I'm going to turn you into sashimi!!!"

The Crab General let out a furious roar, the Trident in his hand carrying the immense pressure of ten thousand tons of water as he stabbed fiercely toward Su Feng's head!

Shen Luoyu's expression changed, and the Yin and Yang Qi began to circulate in her hands as she prepared to act.

However, Su Feng remained standing in place, completely unmoved.

Not only did he not dodge, but he even unhurriedly pulled something out from his robes and gently extended it forward.

*Clack!*

A gold-embossed invitation, crafted entirely from deep-sea blue jade and radiating a dense Dragon Might, was slapped directly onto the sharp tip of the Trident!

"Look closely. What is this?"

Su Feng's voice wasn't loud, but it caused the enraged Crab General to abruptly halt his offensive.

The Trident hovered three inches in front of the Dragon Palace invitation, unable to advance even a fraction further.

Because on that invitation, the personal seal of the West Sea Dragon King was clearly stamped, along with an unmistakable aura of a True Dragon!

"An... invitation?!"

The Crab General's pupils shrank, and his previously arrogant demeanor instantly deflated by half.

"What? Can't read?"

Su Feng withdrew his hand and lightly flicked the invitation.

"This is a formal invitation sent by your Dragon Palace to the Yin Yang Sect, inviting us Southern Region Cultivators to attend this gathering."

"But what did you just say? That we aren't qualified to use the main gate?"

Su Feng took a step forward, staring directly into the Crab General's darting eyes, his voice suddenly turning cold:

"Are you implying... that we 'trash' are not worthy of entering the gates of your Dragon Palace?"

"If we aren't worthy, then why did your Dragon King send the invitation? Could it be that his Majesty is old and senile, his mind muddled, insisting on inviting a group of trash to his home to be an eyesore?"

"So..."

Su Feng pointed at the Crab General's eyes, then toward the depths of the Dragon Palace, posing an impossible, life-threatening question:

"Is it that you are blind and can't see the gold lettering on this invitation?"

"Or is it..."

"...that you want to tell the whole world that your master's eyes... are just as blind as yours?!"

*Hiss—!!*

As soon as these words were spoken, the surrounding Shrimp Soldiers and Yakshas watching the commotion all sucked in a breath of cold air.

Who could withstand such a massive accusation being pinned on them?!

Insulting the Dragon King? Questioning the Dragon King's decision?

If word of this got inside, forget about his official position—he'd likely be deshelled and de-veined, turned into crab meat meatballs!

"You... you're talking nonsense!!"

The Crab General trembled all over, his naturally boiled-red face instantly turning pale with fear:

"I... I didn't mean that! I am absolutely loyal to the Dragon King!"

"Since you didn't mean that, then you're admitting you're blind?"

Su Feng gave him no room to breathe, pressing him step by step:

"Since you're blind, you weren't willing to donate your eyes earlier? Now, are you still going to block the way?"

"Or is it that you want to defy the royal decree and shut out the guests invited by the Dragon King?!"

"I wouldn't dare!! This lowly general wouldn't dare!!"

The Crab General completely broke down.

He didn't dare fight, he couldn't win the argument, and continuing to block them would be defying a decree.

He was so frustrated he was almost in tears. In the end, he could only swallow his grievances, force a smile that looked worse than crying, and step aside with a gesture of invitation:

"It... it was this lowly general's poor eyesight! I failed to recognize our distinguished guests!"

"Everyone... please use the main gate!!"

Did the Crab General really not know?

He definitely knew! So why did he dare to insult the Southern Region like that? There was bound to be something fishy going on!

"Hmph."

Su Feng snorted coldly, not even bothering to look at him again. He adjusted his robes and, leading the stunned Shen Luoyu and the others, swaggered onto the red carpet of the main gate, which symbolized prestige.

"Refreshing!"

Walking on the broad white jade path, Jian Nanxin gripped his sword hilt, feeling as though a breath of foul air had been vented from his chest. He couldn't help but give Su Feng a thumbs up.

Was this the pleasure of intellectual suppression?

It was even more satisfying than drawing a sword and cutting someone down!

The two Elders of the Yin Yang Sect also exchanged looks, shaking their heads with bitter smiles.

This Head of the Su Family... really isn't someone to be trifled with. That tongue of his is even sharper than his sword.

A glint of light flashed in Shen Luoyu's eyes as she looked at Su Feng.

"As expected of the man I've chosen!"

Passing through the main gate, the group finally entered the Dragon Palace's Great Hall.

It was magnificent and extremely luxurious.

Inside the hall at this time, two rows of jade tables were set facing each other, each laden with deep-sea delicacies and fine nectar.

On the left was a group of Cultivators shrouded in black robes, their auras cold and eerie, with faint ghost fires flickering around them. They were the Eastern Tomb Ghost Cultivators.

[Ding! Double S-rank targets detected]

[Target: Rem (Twin)]

[Race: Ghost Race]

[Physique: Twin Hearts (S-rank)]

[Target: Ram (Twin)]

[Race: Ghost Race]

[Physique: Twin Hearts (S-rank)]

[Special Note: Rem and Ram are twin sisters; they are mentally connected and can share five senses!]

The long-awaited System notification sounded.

Su Feng's eyes lit up. Although the entire group was covered in black robes, Su Feng quickly spotted two petite figures.

Because there were so many people, Su Feng didn't use his Double Pupils to look at their appearances.

However, since they were targets selected by the System, their beauty would never disappoint.

And on the right...

As soon as Su Feng's gaze swept over, he couldn't look away.

Sitting there was a group of Yao Race members wearing animal skins and exuding wild auras.

In the furthest corner, an exquisite woman dressed in snow-white fox fur leaned lazily.

She had a bewitching appearance with a cinnabar mark on her brow, and behind her, the silhouettes of nine snow-white fox tails swayed gently, radiating a natural charm that made one's heart race.

[Ding! S+ rank target detected!]

[Target: Tu Shan Ya (Nine-Tailed Celestial Fox)]

[Race: Yao Race]

[Physique: Natural Charm Bones (S-rank)]

Su Feng immediately cast his gaze toward Tu Shan Ya.

However, what first caught his attention wasn't her bewitching face, but the grand bosom that seemed ready to burst forth from under the fox fur.

This... must be a G-cup...

"As expected..."

Su Feng thought to himself: "Just from this scale, I can tell at a glance you're not human! If we have children in the future, even if we have three, they won't go hungry!"

He really had to thank Shen Luoyu for bringing him out this time.

He would have to help Shen Luoyu Cultivate a few more times tonight to show his gratitude!

Su Feng withdrew his gaze and looked around.

However, as he looked, his brow began to furrow.

Jian Nanxin's expression darkened even further, his grip on his sword hilt creaking.

"Fifteen Eastern Tomb Ghost Cultivators came, and twenty North Mountain Demon Clan members came, and they all have seats."

"Only our Southern Region..."

Jian Nanxin pointed at the empty area at the end of the hall, his voice cold: "Doesn't even have a single chair?"

This was targeting! Blatant targeting!

"This is too much!"

The Yin Yang Sect Elder was so angry his beard was shaking: "Last Ten Thousand Dragons Grand Gathering, they gave us ten invitations. This time, not only did they only give five, but we have to take this kind of crap after coming inside?!"

"Just endure it." The other Elder was also angry, but his tone was filled with helplessness: "No matter where you go, a weak nation has no diplomacy. Who told our Southern Region to be the weakest?"

"Endure?"

Su Feng laughed.

He looked at the very center of the hall, at the Dragon King's throne situated at the highest point, carved from a single piece of Ten-Thousand-Year-Old Dragon Crystal and radiating endless majesty.

"Since the hosts didn't prepare chairs for us, it means... they feel we don't need those ordinary chairs."

Su Feng didn't stop, walking right past the seats of the Eastern Tomb Ghost Cultivators and the North Mountain Demon Clan, heading straight for the only Dragon Throne in the center of the hall.

"Oh, the hosts are truly polite, leaving the Dragon Throne for the guests to sit on."

"As expected of the Dragon Palace, their way of treating guests is truly different."

Su Feng exclaimed loudly as he walked.

The entire venue fell deathly silent.

All the Ghost Cultivators and Yao Race members looked at him as if he were a madman.

"Is he going to...?!"

Jian Nanxin was stunned at first, then a burst of unprecedented satisfaction erupted in his eyes: "What courage! This is the sharp edge a Sword Cultivator should have!"

"Crazy! This kid is crazy!"

The Yin Yang Sect Elder's Soul was Flying Away and Spirit Scattering as he hurriedly looked at Shen Luoyu: "Saintess! Quickly stop him! That is the Dragon King's seat! Sitting on it is a declaration of war against the entire West Sea!"

If they had the strength to flip the table, it would be fine.

But the problem was the Southern Region didn't have that kind of strength!

Dealing with a Crab General at the door was one thing, but what they were facing now wasn't those gate-keeping shrimp and crab soldiers, but the true foundation of the Dragon Palace!

"Stop him?"

Shen Luoyu looked at Su Feng's proud back, the corners of her mouth under her veil curling up slightly.

"Is there a situation any worse than the current one?"

"Last time we came, there were seats. This time, even the seats were removed. If we endure again, will they make us crawl in on our knees next time?"

"If we lose even this bit of backbone, is there any need for our Southern Region... to exist?"

After Shen Luoyu spoke, not only did she not stop him, but she followed behind Su Feng, also heading straight for the Dragon Throne.

"Crazy... they've all gone crazy..." The Elders were in despair.

"Hahaha! Good!"

Jian Nanxin laughed loudly. Though his long sword wasn't unsheathed, his Sword Intent was already determined:

"Brother Su is truly a role model for our generation of Sword Cultivators!"

"Go where your heart points! If one doesn't even dare sit in a seat, what's the point of cultivating?!"

The three walked in parallel, pressing straight toward the Dragon Throne!

At this moment, the backbone of the Southern Region's younger generation suddenly straightened!