Yang Feng was able to join the Antalya Warlock Academy with a level 1 inferior soul aptitude, making all the young men and women here filled with resentment. Although they also felt that the boy's words were extremely vicious, most of them remained silent and watched everything coldly.
Yang Feng glanced at the young man, a murderous intent flashed in his eyes, and coldly said, "Who are you?"
The young man glanced at Yang Feng and smiled sarcastically: "I am Bandania, the third-in-line heir to the Sanger family in Dutanya! What, yellow-skinned monkey, do you want to fight me?"
Yang Feng smiled faintly: "I am Yang Feng, the only blood relative of the Lord of the City of Steel, and the only heir to the City of Steel! Because you insulted our City of Steel! Now I represent the City of Steel to you Dutania. The Principality officially declares war! My Steel City’s 100,000 mechanical puppet legion will smash your Dutania Principality, and will never accept soldiers until all of your Sanger family is annihilated!"
"What! Is there a war between the City of Steel and Du Tania Principality?"
"What kind of power is the City of Steel?"
"Is the City of Steel the warlock group that defeated Feendro Duchy not long ago and killed an official second-level warlock in Feendro Duchy?"
"No! It is said that the three forces of the Viper Eye, the White Elephant Fang, and the Feendro Family have all been defeated by the Iron City! The Feendro Family Blood Bat Knights are said to have been killed nearly half!"
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Most of the young men and women who gathered in the Antalya Warlock Academy came from the great noble families of many countries in the Southern City-State Alliance. Many even come from some powerful sorcerer families, their knowledge and intelligence sources far surpass ordinary people. The news that the City of Steel defeated the Duchy of Feendro shocked the entire Southern League of City-States, and most of them knew the news. Only some ordinary students who came from civilians did not know this information.
When Bandania heard this, his face turned pale and his whole body trembled with fear. He originally thought that he could provoke Yang Feng to a duel with him. In that case, relying on the strength of his senior warrior, he was completely sure to defeat or even severely inflict Yang Feng, and then severely humiliated Yang Feng. He did not expect that because of this sentence, his family would be caught in a war with the City of Steel.
After another thought, Bandania regained his composure a little, and his pale face forcedly supported him in a loud voice: "Impossible! You are just the nephew of the Lord of Steel. Even if you are his only blood relative, you cannot represent the whole of Steel. The city declares war on our Duttanian Principality!"
A look of doubt flashed in the eyes of the rest of the noble young men and women and looked towards Yang Feng.
If you forget the battle, you will be in danger, and if you are warlike, you will die. Every powerful force is very cautious about starting a war. Those militant forces that continue to start wars will soon decline because of wars. The heir of any warlock group, even the heir in the first place, cannot represent a force arbitrarily declaring war on another warlock group.
In the gazes of those people's doubts, Yang Feng took out an iron box the size of a square palm without a hassle, and lightly pressed it on the iron box.
The iron box gleamed, forming a two-meter-high phantom in the void, wearing a silver-white warlock robe with a silver thread on the sleeves of the robe.
Yang Feng bowed to the middle-aged man phantom in the sky, "Uncle, this is Bandania, the first heir to the Sanger family in Dutanya! He has carried out racial discrimination against us. Speak. I have formally declared war on Dutanias on behalf of the City of Steel, and will never accept soldiers until the Sanger family is annihilated!"
All eyes were focused on Yang Ye, the steel lord who Yang Feng had made up. In the Durandot subcontinent, the 100,000 mechanical puppet army comparable to the knight level, and only those forces with third-level warlocks or more can compete against one or two, and only the top warlock forces guarded by the great warlocks can secure the victory.
In the Southern City-State Alliance, only the Antalya Warlock Academy has a few powerful masters of the great warlock rank. The rest of the strongest forces only have third-level warlock guards. The City of Steel is already a major force in the Southern City-State Alliance, and every move is eye-catching.
Bandania looked at the shadow of Yang Ye who was in the air, his face pale and his body trembling, as if he was waiting for the trial.
That beautiful girl with a sixth-level soul aptitude also stared at the beautiful eyes of Yang Ye's phantom in the sky with a hint of hatred.
Yang Ye Xuying, who was in mid-air, nodded slightly and softly said with a hint of pampering: "You are doing the right thing! I will issue a declaration of war to Dutanya Principality. And immediately send troops to attack Dutany. Subduchy, destroy the Sanger clan directly! All the forces united with Dutanya, my mechanical puppet army will ruthlessly destroy them all! No one will be left!"
Yang Ye’s phantom pointed towards the small group of Bandania, and the voice was full of cruelty and killing intent and said: “As for you, staying with this Sang clan’s waste, I want to take your family and Does he advance and retreat together, fighting an endless bloody battle with our steel city?"
An aristocratic young man standing beside Bandania politely bowed to Yang Ye’s phantom and said: "Respected Lord of the City of Steel, I am the eighth of the Botanni family in the Duchy of Rex. Successor McCas. I met Bandania for the first time today. We didn't have too deep friendship. Our family doesn't want to be your enemy!"
After speaking, McCas directly got away from the small group and walked to the side, watching indifferently.
"Dear Lord of the City of Steel..."
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A member of that small group stepped forward and respectfully saluted Yang Ye Xuying, and then left Bandania's side directly.
The members of those small groups are all elites from various families. Although they are full of disdain and discrimination towards Yang Feng and other oriental races, they will not easily show it. Especially in the face of a powerful warlock who can kill a second-level warlock, they will remain humble.
In front of warlocks, mortals must remain humble! This is the first stipulation in the laws of all countries in the Durandot subcontinent. Violating this rule, even if the nobleman is killed by the official warlock, the law cannot be used to punish that official warlock.
This is the world of warlocks!