Master Head of the Dragon Soul

Chu Feng had a strong desire to support Li Hongtu and the others, restore their reputation, and show everyone that his subordinates, Chu Feng's men, were not to be underestimated. Wei Qilin quickly spoke up, "I will compensate, unconditionally compensate."

"Ten billion," Chu Feng stated firmly, raising his finger. Wei Qilin winced at the cost but reluctantly nodded.

Chu Feng added, "That's right, ten billion each, totaling thirty billion. I expect to receive the money before dawn."

Wei Qilin was dumbfounded, almost unable to believe it.

"One person, ten billion?!"

That was an exorbitant price of thirty billion!

Even though the Martial Arts Alliance was powerful, it couldn't afford such an enormous sum.

With this thirty billion, Wei Qilin would practically lose half of his life.

"If you refuse to comply, then be prepared to pay with your life," Chu Feng said casually, waving his hand. A dagger appeared, thrust into the ground beneath Wei Qilin's feet. Wei Qilin gasped for air and nodded repeatedly, "I agree, I agree."

"Go back and inform Wei Zhongxian that I won't forget this debt. Once I'm done dealing with those troublemakers in Xi Xia, I will settle the score with him." Chu Feng turned and walked away, leaving Wei Qilin with a broad back.

"When I return, I will overthrow your entire Martial Arts Alliance."

Only after Chu Feng and the others had walked far away did Wei Qilin collapse on the spot, exhaling a long breath.

It felt like he had been given a second chance at life!

Recalling Chu Feng's incredibly domineering threat just now, his heart trembled. He seemed to have a vision.

"The Martial Arts Alliance is about to undergo a major transformation!"

It took Jin Hui a full ten minutes to get up from the ground. Trembling, he said, "Qiansui, Chu Feng, he... he is actually the Dragon Soul, the God of War. This is too terrifying. We... should find a way to leave the country and hide."

"Good, help me up first." Wei Qilin's eyes flickered. Jin Hui nodded, but as soon as he stood up, a steel knife was suddenly plunged into his back with a thud.

Jin Hui looked at everything in disbelief, his life force fading away. "You..."

"Jin Hui, don't blame me. Although you have been loyal to me, this trip to Yenching has caused significant losses. My father won't easily forgive me. I need someone to take the blame and face the consequences."

Wei Qilin's eyes gleamed with a sinister look as he stared at Jin Hui. "For the sake of my master, I can only sacrifice you. In your next life, I hope you are born into better circumstances."

He abruptly pulled out his long knife, and Jin Hui's lifeless body fell to the ground, unable to close his eyes in death.

A splash of hot blood splattered onto Wei Qilin's face, making him appear exceptionally ferocious and terrifying. The trained assassins of the Martial Arts Alliance froze in shock.

"Listen up, all of you! It was Jin Hui's ignorance that provoked the God of War, Dragon Soul, leading to our disastrous journey to Yenching. Do you understand?"

"Understood!" the group of assassins replied in unison.

Wei Qilin shifted all the blame onto Jin Hui. Even in death, this man, who had been a loyal puppet his entire life, continued to bear the burden.

Wei Qilin watched Chu Feng's retreating figure, his eyes filled with madness and ruthlessness. "You want to overthrow the entire Martial Arts Alliance? Hmph, you really think we're easy targets." "Since you have no mercy, don't blame me for being unjust. I will ensure that you meet your demise on the battlefield of Xi Ye."

"The day you march to Xi Ye will be the day you, God of War Dragon Soul, meet your end!"

The night wind was bitterly cold, and the gusts made one's heart tremble and scalp tingle. Indeed, this day was going to bring about a change!