Master Head of the Dragon Soul

"I'm here." These casually spoken words echoed like thunder, shaking the hearts of everyone present.

Chu Feng's imposing figure, exuding a chilling aura, left the guests in silent astonishment. The previously lively and cheerful atmosphere instantly turned deathly quiet.

Then, Chu Feng's gaze swept across his surroundings and landed gently on Wei Zhenlin, who stood nearby.

"Was it you who shouted earlier, telling me to come out and face death? What did you say? Ah, that's right. Nothing left to bury."

Wei Zhenlin, who had been arrogantly confident, now resembled a defeated rooster.

His eyes widened upon seeing Chu Feng. He tried to speak, but the words refused to leave his lips.

The guests and disciples of the Martial Arts Alliance below began whispering to each other. After a while, even Wei Zhongxian started frowning in displeasure and disappointment.

Now that Wei Zhenlin had backed himself into such a predicament, he could only grit his teeth and say, "Chu Feng, this is the Martial Arts Alliance's territory. Who are you to cause trouble here? I advise you to behave yourself—" Boom!

Before he could finish his sentence, Chu Feng's hand came crashing down.

A loud bang reverberated throughout the venue--

Wei Zhenlin's entire lower body was slammed into the marble floor. Everyone else could only catch a glimpse of the upper half of his body. It was as if he had been embedded in the ground. Everyone in the audience became horrified.

Even the four Grandmasters of the Martial Arts Alliance were gaping in shock.

Wei Zhenlin was the eldest son of the Nonamillennial. Hence, he had inherited all of his father's martial arts skills. Although he was young, he was already a grandmaster in terms of martial arts.

Yet, he couldn't even fight back before he was swatted into the ground by Chu Feng like an annoying mosquito. How terrifying was this man's strength?

"I could easily crush a person as worthless as you with just one finger. Yet, you still have the audacity to speak before me?" Chu Feng's piercing gaze ran over Wei Zhenlin.

It was the gaze of a victor looking down on an unworthy opponent.

"You claimed that Jiang Wanjun is just a frail old man on the verge of death. However, that old man was an individual who dared to face the three hundred thousand soldiers of the Donghua Army alone in battle

He never hesitated, even in the face of such an overwhelming battle. Instead, he continued to wield his Sword and fight me. In fact, he lasted more than 10 rounds while dealing with others trying to take him down. You can't even fight back when I'm using half my strength. What right do you have to compare yourself to the esteemed God of War Jiang?"

Chu Feng continued mercilessly, "You boasted that the battle of Xi Ye was won due to the Martial Arts Alliance's soldiers shedding blood and making great contributions? If that's the case, then let me ask you this right here and right now. Out of the two hundred thousand XiYe soldiers, the eighty thousand riders of the Northern Wolf Calvary, and the three hundred thousand soldiers hailing from the Jiangling War Zone... Did even a single person from the Martial Arts Alliance participate that day?"

Chu Feng's words were blunt, exposing Wei Zhenlin's lies on the spot.

"I-I..." Wei Zhenlin's gaze flickered, unsure of how to respond.

He could only look at Wei Zhongxian with pleading eyes, hoping that his father could save him.

"Answer me." Chu Feng uttered coldly and slapped him across the face without hesitation.

A gust of wind blew following his actions. Wei Zhenlin felt a burning sensation on his cheek that was swiftly replaced by a biting chill.

His ear had been severed by the force of the slap.

"Ah!"

Wei Zhenlin let out an agonized

scream. As he was exposed to the intense killing intent emanating from Chu Feng, he felt his nerves snap Soon, he lost his composure as he began to cry out for help from Wei Zhongxian, "Father, save me!"

"That's enough!"

Wei Zhongxian furrowed his brow in displeasure as he lightly stepped on the ground with his right foot.

Boom!

The ground within a one-mile radius cracked and fractured. It was as if an earthquake had occurred.

Wei Zhenlin was finally saved as he wasted no time crawling out from the shattered ground. His face was pale as he gasped for breath. It truly seemed as though he had been given a second chance at life. The onlookers couldn't help but be amazed by the display. Wei Zhongxian truly deserved to be the Leader of the Martial Arts Alliance. The Nonamillennial's cultivation was indeed unfathomable.