Master Head of the Dragon Soul

How could he tolerate the Nonamillennial being called "eunuch" and "waste" by someone?

"Crack!"

With a loud crash, he smashed a cup, and then more than two hundred people rushed in.

Each of them wore a mask, exuding a menacing aura. The blades in their hands shimmered with a faint blue color, emitting a suffocating fear.

Wei Qilin's expression turned ferocious. "I admit that you can defeat Jin Gang, which shows some skill. But let me tell you, the strength of the Martial Arts Alliance is not limited to this!"

The Martial Arts Alliance is secretly training these two hundred death warriors. They are sixth-class martial arts practitioners at the peak of their hidden power. The blades in their hands are poisoned and deadly."

"Even if you are god-level, you will still be left with half of your life! You dare to insult the dignity of my father and commit a great offense. I must take your head and apologize to him." "Kill him!"

With a command, more than two hundred people rushed forward, their cold glints chilling the heart, forming a net of blades that made people tremble in fear.

Chu Feng narrowed his eyes. Even with his skills, he felt a bit challenged. It seemed that the Martial Arts Alliance would stop at nothing to achieve their goals. "Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh..."

But just as the situation was about to reach a critical point, the sound of swords suddenly rang out like the roar of a dragon.

Cold light burst forth as the swords were unsheathed.

The front dozen or so Martial Arts Alliance death warriors all had their throats sealed by a single sword, falling to the ground lifeless. Wei Qilin's pupils contracted. "Such sharp swordsmanship! Who dares to harm my Martial Arts Alliance members?"

"It's me."

A voice full of vigor sounded, and Mr. Zhong stepped forward in his coarse cloth clothes, striding confidently.

Behind him were more than a dozen black-clad individuals wielding long swords. Without a word, they killed anyone they saw.

Soon, the Martial Arts Alliance disciples suffered heavy casualties, with bodies scattered everywhere.

What is going on here?

The Martial Arts Alliance gasped in shock, their faces turning pale.

Wei Qilin was even more furious, roaring, "Who are you? How dare you massacre members of my Martial Arts Alliance? Do you want to die?"

"If you have the guts, reveal your name and see if I, Wei Qilin, won't kill your whole family."

Mr. Zhong's deep gaze swept over him calmly. "I am Mr. Zhong, a mere servant of Lord Chu's Castle."

Boom...

Wei Qilin's face instantly turned deathly pale, his eyes twitching uncontrollably. "Lord Chu's personal bodyguard, ninth-class swordmaster, Mr. Zhong?"

Before leaving, the Nonamillennial reminded him countless times that there were several people in Yenching that he must not provoke, and at the top of the list was Yu Zhong!

Not only was he the only ninth-class swordmaster in Donghua, with formidable strength, but more importantly, he was Lord Chu's spokesperson and confidant!

This...

Wei Qilin's scalp went numb, but he still held on. "You say you're from Lord Chu's Castle; what proof do you have? I warn you, impersonating someone like this is a serious crime." Before he could finish his sentence, Wei Qilin instantly fell to the ground.

Because Mr. Zhong remained unfazed and took out a token made entirely of adamantium, engraved with a purple-gold dragon and the word "Chu" written in a majestic manner! The Regent's Token!

Seeing the token was like seeing the king!

Thud...

Wei Qilin didn't hesitate at all and immediately knelt on both knees, bowing his head. "Wei Qilin of the Martial Arts Alliance pays respects to Emperor's Equal, Lord Chu."

Everyone from the Martial Arts Alliance present knelt down on the ground, not daring to take a breath. "Pays respects to Emperor's Equal, Lord Chu."

In the vast scene, only Chu Feng stood tall, his eyebrows furrowed, as if he had anticipated that something big was about to happen.

Otherwise, why would Chu Tianxiong go through so much trouble to bring out the Regent's Token?

Mr. Zhong's gaze flickered as he directly opened a military order: "By Lord Chu's command, the former highest commander of the Xi Ye military theater, General Donghua, the God of War Dragon Soul, Chu Feng, is ordered to resume his position, regain control of the Xi Ye military theater, and proceed to Xi Ye to reclaim the land!"

"Wear the Regent's Token and the majestic Dragon Marshal Uniform. Those who do not obey the order will be executed on the spot!"

Chu Feng's gaze flickered as he took a step forward and said in a deep voice, "I, as a general, accept the order!"

Boom...

The scene instantly exploded, as if thousands of thunderbolts had struck at once.

Wei Qilin's mind exploded, and he was directly frightened out of his wits.

"He, he is, the God of War Dragon Soul!"

That's the existence that even the nonamillennial fears and dreads...

This...