Yang Feng, with merely level-1 inferior-grade Soul Aptitude, had actually been admitted into Antalya Warlock Academy. The young men and women here were all filled with indignation. Though they also felt that the youth's words were vicious beyond measure, most remained silent and watched coldly from the sidelines.
Yang Feng swept the youth a glance, a flash of killing intent passing through his eyes. He said coldly, "Who are you?"
The youth glanced at Yang Feng and sneered. "I am Bandania, the third heir of the Sang Family in the Dutania Principality! What, yellow-skinned monkey, do you want to duel me?"
Yang Feng smiled faintly. "I am Yang Feng, the only blood relative of the Steel City Lord and the sole heir of Steel City! Since you have insulted our Steel City, I now formally declare war on the Dutania Principality in Steel City's name! Steel City's 100,000-strong Mechanical Puppet Legion will flatten your Dutania Principality. Until the Sang Family has been exterminated root and branch, we will not withdraw our troops!"
"What!! Steel City is actually going to war with the Dutania Principality?"
"What kind of force is Steel City, exactly?"
"Is Steel City the warlock faction that defeated the Fein Deluo Principality not long ago and killed one of its official Level-2 Warlocks?"
"No! I heard that the Eye of the Serpent, White Elephant's Fang, and the Fein Deluo Family joined forces to attack Steel City, yet all three were defeated! It is said that nearly half of the Fein Deluo Family's Blood Bat Knight Order was slaughtered!"
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Most of the young men and women gathered at Antalya Warlock Academy came from the great aristocratic families of the many nations within the Southern City-State Alliance. Many even came from powerful warlock families, and their knowledge and intelligence networks far surpassed those of ordinary people. News of Steel City defeating the Fein Deluo Principality had shaken the entire Southern City-State Alliance, and most of them already knew of it. Only some ordinary students of commoner birth were unaware of this information.
Upon hearing this, Bandania's face turned deathly pale in an instant, and his entire body trembled slightly with fear. He had originally thought he could provoke Yang Feng into dueling him. With his Advanced Warrior strength, he had been fully confident that he could defeat or even seriously injure Yang Feng, then ruthlessly humiliate him. He had never expected that a single sentence would drag his family into a war against Steel City.
After a second thought, Bandania recovered a little of his composure. With a pale face, he forced himself to shout, "Impossible! You are only the Steel Lord's nephew. Even if you are his only blood relative, you cannot represent all of Steel City in declaring war on our Dutania Principality!"
The other noble youths also showed traces of doubt in their eyes as they looked toward Yang Feng.
To forget war was to court danger; to love war was to court destruction. Every powerful force was exceedingly cautious when it came to starting a war. Belligerent forces that constantly started wars would soon decline because of them. No heir of any warlock faction, even the first heir, could possibly represent a faction and freely declare war on another warlock faction.
Under everyone's doubtful gazes, Yang Feng calmly took out a palm-sized square iron box and lightly pressed it.
The iron box flickered with light, condensing in midair into the phantom of a middle-aged man two meters tall. He wore a silver-white warlock robe, with a single silver line embroidered on its cuffs.
Yang Feng gave a slight bow to the middle-aged man's phantom in the sky. "Uncle, this is Bandania, the first heir of the Sang Family in the Dutania Principality! He made vicious racially discriminatory remarks against us. I have already formally declared war on the Dutania Principality in Steel City's name. Until the Sang Family has been exterminated root and branch, we will not withdraw our troops!"
Countless gazes focused on the Steel Lord Yang Ye whom Yang Feng had fabricated. Within the Durando Subcontinent, a Mechanical Puppet Legion of 100,000 puppets comparable to Knight-level warriors could only be resisted to some extent by forces with Level-3 Warlocks or above. Only top-tier warlock factions guarded by Great Warlocks could claim certain victory.
Within the Southern City-State Alliance, only Antalya Warlock Academy possessed several Great Warlock-level powerhouses. The strongest of the other factions merely had Level-3 Warlocks standing guard. Steel City already counted as a force of pivotal importance within the Southern City-State Alliance, and every move it made drew attention.
Bandania looked at Yang Ye's phantom in midair, his face pale and body trembling, as though awaiting judgment.
The beautiful young girl with Level-6 Superior Grade Soul Aptitude also stared at Yang Ye's phantom in midair, a flash of hatred passing through her beautiful eyes.
Yang Ye's phantom in midair nodded slightly, his gentle voice carrying a trace of indulgence. "You did very well! I will immediately issue a declaration of war to the Dutania Principality, and dispatch troops at once to attack it and wipe out the Sang Family directly! Any force allied with the Dutania Principality will be mercilessly crushed by my Mechanical Puppet Legion! Not one will be spared!"
Yang Ye's phantom pointed at Bandania's small group, his voice filled with cruelty and killing intent. "As for you, staying with this trash of the Sang Family—do you intend to lead your families alongside him, to fight a life-and-death bloody battle against our Steel City without end?"
A noble youth standing beside Bandania politely bowed to Yang Ye's phantom. "Esteemed Lord of Steel City, I am Macas, the eighth heir of the Potani Family of the Rex Principality. Today is my first time meeting Bandania, and we do not share any deep friendship. My family also has no desire to become your enemy!"
After speaking, Macas immediately extricated himself from that small group, walked to one side, and watched coldly.
"Esteemed Lord of Steel City..."
"..."
One by one, the members of that small group stepped forward, respectfully bowed to Yang Ye's phantom, and then directly left Bandania's side.
The members of that small group were all elites from their respective families. Though they too were filled with contempt and discrimination toward Easterners like Yang Feng, they would not reveal it lightly. Especially when facing a powerful warlock capable of killing a Level-2 Warlock, they all maintained humility.
Before warlocks, mortals had to remain humble! This was the first provision in the laws of every nation on the Durando Subcontinent. Whoever violated this provision—even a noble—could be killed by an official Warlock, and the law would be unable to punish that official Warlock.
This was the World of Warlocks!
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