"Sweeping the Horizon" legion has hunkered down in the valley of Mochou Mountain. The heathens issued their first challenge to the commander, yet he dared not answer the summons..."

The paper detailed the movements and skirmishes of the "Sweeping the Horizon" legion over the past three days.

Chen Feng read on, his heart seized with alarm, his body trembling uncontrollably: "I can't believe so much has happened in the mere seven days I’ve been gone!"

He knew that Whilet and the others were searching for him in the mountains. Xiao Rou was dead, and he couldn't wield his cultivation—a confluence that left him dejected, so he avoided meeting them. With Whilet present, he hadn't worried about the legion being attacked.

But the earth-shattering changes of the past seven days were unbelievable; his own legion was surrounded by heathens!

The scout lying on the ground watched Chen Feng suddenly leap up, his eyes wide with disbelief: "The Boss..." But then he shook his head, doubting what he saw. He had glimpsed the Boss from afar once; Chen Feng's appearance had changed now. He struggled to recognize him, confused, not daring to be certain.

"The Boss? You must be crazy from missing your dead Boss!" Yu Jiao scoffed, fixing Chen Feng with a stare. "Hey, what kind of thing are you, to presume to read my letter?"

Chen Feng paid the petulant woman no mind. He strode forward two steps and helped the fallen scout to his feet: "Are you one of Trix's men?"

Trix was the commander of the scouting battalion.

The scout, hearing this person instantly name his battalion commander, asked doubtfully, "You are... the Boss..."

He felt as if he were in a dream, unable to be sure!

Chen Feng nodded.

The scout immediately flushed with excitement. He struggled to kneel, but Chen Feng quickly supported him.

This sudden shift astonished everyone. Even the Young Clan Leader, seated nearby, wore a look of deep contemplation.

Keen observation was a fundamental skill for a scout. If he called the youth before him the Boss, he was almost certainly correct. Yet, why would such a heroic figure, just moments ago, tolerate such rude treatment from Yu Jiao without the slightest resistance?

As a power among the Eight Great Families, access to intelligence was paramount. He knew through various channels that the commander of the "Sweeping the Horizon" legion was supposedly a youth under twenty. This knowledge fueled his desire for a contest, which is why he had volunteered to come—to see what kind of person this Boss truly was.

Could this really be him?

"Stop playing these ghostly tricks!" Yu Jiao, less given to thought than her brother, let out a sharp cry, and a streak of sword light, like a vibrant silk ribbon, slashed toward Chen Feng.

Chen Feng was enraged by the rude woman's actions. He sidestepped swiftly, but the speed of the movement caused a fresh wave of dizziness to wash over him.

It seemed that a severely damaged soul made even basic dodging difficult.

"You dare dodge me?" Yu Jiao's delicate eyebrows shot up. With a gesture, two soldiers rushed forward and grabbed Chen Feng by both arms.

The dizziness in Chen Feng’s head betrayed him, and he was caught completely off guard.

"Can you still run away now?" Yu Jiao smirked triumphantly. "Since you were so arrogant, I'll start by hacking off one of your arms!"

Saying this, she let out a strange cry, flicked her longsword, and brought it down toward Chen Feng’s right arm.

Chen Feng was alarmed. He strained his arm, trying to break free from their grip, but his head grew even foggier, inducing nausea.

Whoosh!

The sword, like a moving ribbon of light, cleaved directly into his right arm!

But something bizarre happened. A crisp clang! rang out. The longsword not only failed to sever Chen Feng's arm but shattered into countless fragments!

Although Chen Feng could not mobilize his cultivation, his physical body, nourished by the blood of the Three Great Divine Beasts, had long since undergone a transformation that transcended the mortal realm. How could someone of her cultivation manage to wound him with a single strike?

"Ah... my sword!" Yu Jiao’s face turned instantly pale upon seeing her treasured sword reduced to shards.

This sword was a gift from her father! To be shattered so easily filled her with anxiety. Without thinking, she roared at the two soldiers holding Chen Feng.

"How dare you break my sword! Beat him to death!"

The two soldiers dared not delay. They swung their thick arms, hammering simultaneously at Chen Feng's chest and back!

Bang! Bang!

"Ah..." Two cries of pain followed. In fact, the men had exerted too much force, and both their fists rebounded, injuring them.

It was akin to an ordinary person violently pounding against a steel plate—a sensation that was surely agonizing.

These two soldiers were both of the Golden Armor rank. They expected to beat someone who wasn't resisting, only to be injured by the backlash force. This stark contrast stunned everyone watching.

The server who had retreated behind the others turned sickly green, his legs trembling. He had just angrily called this man a beggar. If this person had held a grudge against him, ten of him would likely have been flattened into biscuits long ago...

Chen Feng, seemingly unaffected by the two blows, helped the scout on the ground to his feet and gave him a pill. The scout’s finger had been cleanly severed earlier, causing significant blood loss. After swallowing the pill, his complexion regained a slight flush, and the pain lessened.

This pill was made using the spiritual herbs from Chen Feng's water flask, possessing the efficacy to regenerate bone and heal fatal wounds; severing a finger was trivial.

"Boss..." The scout's eyes reddened. To be personally saved by his idol, the Boss, just as he was facing death, and to be given such a precious medicine—he was moved beyond measure.

"Stay still. I will avenge you!" Chen Feng clenched his fists, his voice icy cold. "Anyone who dares look down on our legion will pay a terrible price!"

He then stood up and stepped directly in front of Yu Jiao.

"What are you doing?" Yu Jiao looked flustered and furious. "You wretched thing! You dared to break my precious sword! If I don't kill you today, I won't be able to quell the rage in my heart!"

Chen Feng's anger surged. He spoke coldly, "Are you finished talking?"

"Finished?" Yu Jiao didn't grasp his meaning.

"If you're done, it's my turn! To be honest, you are quite... cheap!" Chen Feng sneered slightly, closing his eyes briefly. He took a deep breath, suppressing the dizziness in his head, and lifted his right hand, aiming a vicious slap.

Slap!

The sharp sound instantly shattered the surrounding silence, leaving everyone frozen in place.

"This brat, he actually struck the Young Lady... and called the Eldest Young Lady cheap..." The surrounding soldiers exchanged bewildered glances, unable to believe their eyes or ears.

The Eldest Young Lady had been tyrannical within the clan for many days, but the Clan Leader cherished his only daughter immensely, and no one dared contradict her. Now that she was struck and insulted, everyone present was astonished that not a single person stepped forward to help.

A vivid, bright red palm print instantly rose on Yu Jiao’s fair face. She cried out "Waaah!" and spat out two teeth!

If Chen Feng hadn't been unable to deploy his strength right now, that single blow might have killed her!

Yu Jiao touched her swollen, reddened cheek with her right hand and began to weep loudly. She was only accustomed to bullying others; how dare someone else bully her!

"Brother, he bullied me..."

In her mind, her brother was the ultimate power, a genius since childhood who could achieve anything he set his mind to. Thus, upon suffering any wrong, she immediately ran to the Young Clan Leader.

The Young Clan Leader slowly stood up, gently stroked her hair twice, and smiled faintly. "Jiao'er, don't be angry. In a moment, Brother will make him kneel and lick your toes!"

Yu Jiao snarled hatefully, "Licking my toes is letting him off easy! I want to carve him into ten thousand pieces, hack off both his hands and feet, put them in a wine jar, and sprinkle salt in it every day!"

Hearing such vicious words, everyone felt a chill run through them. The saying proved true: the most venomous heart belongs to a woman!

"Very well!" The Young Clan Leader nodded in agreement and walked toward Chen Feng.

Hearing her brother's promise, Yu Jiao finally stopped crying. She pulled out a small mirror from her embrace and quickly started tidying up; Chen Feng's slap had nearly disfigured her!

"The 'Sweeping the Horizon' Boss?" The Young Clan Leader's eyes glinted.

Chen Feng replied calmly, "Indeed."

"Good! Surrounded as you are, you still dare to calmly admit your identity and strike my sister. You certainly have courage!" The Young Clan Leader praised, but his tone gradually turned cold. "However... courage is useless, because you will soon become a dead man. You dared to insult our Duolun Family; I will ensure your death is agonizingly ugly!"

Chen Feng scoffed, "A barking dog doesn't bite."

Hearing this, the Young Clan Leader’s anger flared instantly. "Laugh now!" He snapped his fingers, and all the soldiers surrounding them immediately closed in.

"Don't expect me to fight you one-on-one. I acknowledge that any single person capable of establishing a legion must be stronger than I. But now that you are here, do you think you can escape my grasp?"

The Young Clan Leader sneered, his expression chillingly sinister.

He didn't know Chen Feng was currently unable to use his cultivation, but judging by the sprained wrists of his subordinates, Chen Feng's cultivation level must be at the Saint Realm. He himself was only at the Nether Venerable level, and he felt he couldn't defeat him in a direct fight, hence the decision to use the soldiers' strength.

"Furthermore, let me tell you, the entire Tianyang Town is under the control of our Duolun Family's legion—nearly one hundred thousand men... Heh heh, do you think one man can fight his way out of a hundred thousand?"

The Young Clan Leader smiled and stepped back. The surrounding soldiers had already encircled Chen Feng and the scout.

The scout suddenly roared and stood up, his eyes bloodshot. "Boss, allow your subordinate to take the lead!"

As he spoke, his muscles suddenly swelled, and a powerful force was about to erupt within him.

"No..." Chen Feng bellowed, reaching out to stop him, but he felt a strange force surge from the scout's arms, shoving him forcefully outward. Immediately afterward, a deafening boom echoed, and the entire inn was caught in the blast!

"I'll kill you..." A roar erupted from the vortex of the explosion. The Young Clan Leader, shielded by his men, screamed and charged out.

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