"Die!" Chen Feng snorted coldly, his feet suspended in mid-air, his hands thrown upward as he dodged. Countless spatial particles shot out like a sudden downpour toward the arrows!

Instantly, the sky seemed to rain debris, piling up in the entire small courtyard. All the arrows were blocked by Chen Feng's single "Sunlight Illumination"!

Chen Feng tensed his body and instantly blinked beyond the wall, only to flash back to his original spot in the next moment.

This coming and going happened so fast that even someone of Ling Feng's cultivation level couldn't discern it clearly. If it weren't for the person he was holding in his hand, she almost wondered if she had misjudged the situation.

"Dead, or alive?" Chen Feng stared down at the Second Young Master he held, speaking coldly.

"Al... alive, I want to live!" How could he dare to argue now? He was being held firmly in the opponent's grasp; any further nonsense and he truly would die.

"I think you want to die!" Chen Feng stated flatly, a ball of flame beginning to form in his palm, ready to strike the man, just as a loud uproar erupted again from beyond the wall. An anxious voice called out from above the barrier.

"Spare him!"

With the sound, a middle-aged man with thick eyebrows and large eyes jumped straight over, landing on the ground.

"I beg Your Excellency to release my unworthy son!" the middle-aged man requested.

"What if I refuse?" Chen Feng asked coldly.

"Refuse? Hmph. This is Fecolia City. I am Lord Lidi. I command five thousand regular Black Armor soldiers! Even if you are a Dou Zun expert, surrounded by this many troops, you have only one path: death!" the middle-aged man threatened. "Furthermore, Fangshan is nearby. If you dare act here, the Eight Elders of Fangshan will stand idly by!"

"Are you threatening me?" Chen Feng chuckled.

"I am merely stating facts. Release my son, and I can give you an opportunity—allow you to live safely, otherwise... hmph. I will hunt you down to the ends of the earth and tear you limb from limb!" the middle-aged man declared.

"Lord of Fecolia City, do you know me?" Bens stepped forward. Still young and not yet connected to his father's full influence, he didn't recognize the City Lord's name.

"I don't care who you are. Anyone who dares hurt my son will be crying before they know what hit them!" the middle-aged man stated dismissively.

"You..." Bens laughed in extreme anger. "I am Bens, the son of the Golden Crow Demon Lord!"

"If you are Young Master Bens, then I am the Fist King!" The middle-aged man didn't recognize Bens and assumed he was bluffing, laughing as he spoke.

"Bens, don't bother. If it's brought to my doorstep, I'll handle it!" Chen Feng said.

"You handle it? Hmph, very well. For harming my son, chop off both his hands, and I will let you leave unharmed. Of course..." The middle-aged man looked around, sneering, "These five women must stay behind, or none of you will escape today!"

Chen Feng shook his head. "Truly a ghost who doesn't know the meaning of death!"

"Daddy, save me... Ah..." The Second Young Master suddenly let out a piercing scream, his body convulsing. A small flame burst forth from within him, instantly incinerating the man into ashes!

The middle-aged man had assumed victory was certain, believing the other party was hesitant to act because he held his son hostage, which is why he spoke so forcefully and retreated not an inch. He never expected the opponent would dare to directly kill his son.

"You dare kill my son? I'll kill you!" he roared hatefully, his eyes turning bloodshot!

With that, a fierce blast of Dou Qi erupted from his palm, slamming toward Chen Feng. However, before the wave of energy reached him, it dissipated, having no effect whatsoever. Then, he felt a tight grip on his neck—a single hand easily clamped around his throat.

"You..." The middle-aged man finally panicked, terror flashing in his eyes. He too was a Fifth-Tier Dou Master, yet against this opponent, he was nothing! Could the opponent truly possess the cultivation of a Dou Zun?

Dou Zun? He gasped, those were the apex experts! Naturally, they were far below the Saint Domain, but he had never dared imagine the opponent reached the Saint Domain, as Saint Domain experts were worlds away from him.

"You all come out too. No need to hide," Chen Feng said calmly, his hand still gripping the middle-aged man's neck, addressing the air.

"Cough, cough..." As his voice faded, eight old men descended from the sky.

Among the eight, five were clad in thick, black magic robes, emanating dense magical auras. The remaining three were robustly built, exuding a powerful aura naturally—clearly, they were all Dou Zun level experts. No wonder the middle-aged man had been so composed and arrogant earlier; he had prepared a contingency.

Chen Feng glanced at the eight, finding them somewhat familiar, but he couldn't recall where he had met them.

"Eight Elders of Fangshan, save me!" The middle-aged man, seeing these eight appear, felt his heart settle and quickly pleaded, "I have provided substantial support over these past five years; you cannot stand by and watch me die!"

When the Eight Elders of Fangshan heard his candid appeal, they blushed, but they stood rooted to the spot, not daring to move.

"Eight Elders, save me! He is only one Dou Zun, but you are eight..." the middle-aged man begged.

"Sir... are you the Eight Gods... Chen Feng?" One tall and thin old man among the Eight Elders of Fangshan suddenly bowed and inquired.

"En, you recognize me?" Chen Feng paused, surprised.

Hearing this, the tall, thin old man felt bitterness rise in his throat. He glanced at the remaining seven, only to see them all already trembling violently.

"I had the honor of meeting Sir once!" the tall, thin old man said with a wry smile. "It was at the City Lord's manor in Kutatown of that country. We met inside the Mingyu Pavilion. At that time, Sir called himself the Eight Gods Sect!"

"Mingyu Pavilion? Mingyu Sword? Are you those eight elders?" Chen Feng finally remembered.

After drawing the Mingyu Sword, the Mingyu Pavilion collapsed, and these eight men appeared before him. It was only because they mistakenly thought he was a disciple of the Fist King then that he managed to escape danger! It seemed that after the Fist King accepted Long Xiaoqiang, he announced the matter happily, and these men happened to receive the news, leading to this misunderstanding! (Details in Chapter 126)

"I didn't expect that in just five years, Your Excellency's cultivation would advance by leaps and bounds!" the tall, thin old man remarked.

The young man who was like an ant before them five years ago could now casually pinch their lives away with a mere extension of a finger. Truly, times had changed!

"Why are you here in Ziyun Continent?" Chen Feng asked.

"Our aptitude is limited; we could never reach the Saint Domain. As you know, without reaching the Saint Domain, we are doomed to die sooner or later. None of us eight were willing to accept that fate. Later, we heard the legend of the divine sword descending upon the Loki Empire, so we went together. We spent a full fifty years trying to draw the treasured sword, yet we failed. Only when Your Excellency arrived did you draw it out in one go!" The tall, thin old man spoke, shaking his head with visible dejection.

"After you took the treasured sword, we eight felt there was nothing left of interest here, so we came to this Ziyun Continent and found a place to live in seclusion. However, the City Lord discovered us. He built residences for us, provided food and lodging, and respectfully called us the Eight Elders of Fangshan. Thus, the City Lord has shown us kindness... I hope Your Excellency, considering our past acquaintance, will spare him this once!"

The tall, thin old man briefly recounted their story, making sure to intercede for the middle-aged man at the end.

"Good!" Chen Feng flicked his wrist, tossing the middle-aged man onto the ground. The force used was immense; the man's right arm hit the ground, shattering completely.

"Thank you, Lord Chen Feng!" The tall, thin old man was overjoyed, not expecting Chen Feng would show such regard for their old connection.

"At that time, you did not act out of greed to seize the Mingyu, so you were honorable men. Today, I will grant you face. This matter is considered closed. If you still do not know what is good for you and dare to provoke me again, I will destroy the City Lord's manor!" Chen Feng stated mildly, his tone not aggressive, yet it carried a chilling intent that reached everyone's ears.

No one doubted his ability to follow through. His words carried the certainty of an inevitable outcome.

The eight elders smiled wryly. They had indeed considered seizing the treasure, but because they believed him to be a disciple of the Fist King, they dared not act. It was a stroke of luck they hadn't acted, otherwise, wouldn't the Dragon Domain have killed them all?

"Then we..." the tall, thin old man inquired.

"Leave! Do not disturb our rest!" Chen Feng said lightly.

"Yes!" The tall, thin old man let out a sigh of relief, wiping the cold sweat from his brow. He casually helped up the middle-aged man from the ground and turned to leave.

The soldiers gathered on the wall, seeing their City Lord retreat, reluctantly lowered their crossbows and followed behind.

"Why didn't you attack? I refuse to believe that a dozen children could overcome you!" The middle-aged man couldn't help but complain as they walked away.

"Children?" The tall, thin old man shook his head. "Do you even know who he is?"

"I don't know, but I know he killed my son!" The middle-aged man mentioned his son, resentment clouding his eyes once more.

He resented Chen Feng for his ruthlessness, and he resented himself for scheming so hard to curry favor with the Eight Elders of Fangshan, only for them to wilt before even making a move.

"Heh heh..." The tall, thin old man chuckled bitterly. "Champion of the Five All-Star Tournament, ranked second on the Register of Peerless Experts, second only to the Fist King—a supreme powerhouse. You expected our old bones to clash directly with him? Do you think that was possible?"

The results of the Five All-Star Tournament spread immediately after it concluded, though only among those with high cultivation. The Eight Elders of Fangshan had only just obtained a copy of the Register of Peerless Experts and learned of his status; it was fortunate they knew, otherwise, they would certainly have died here today.

"What? Champion of the Five All-Star Tournament... ranked second on the Register of Peerless Experts..." The middle-aged man could not believe his ears.

"Correct. It is him, Chen Feng of the Dragon Domain!" The tall, thin old man stated. "Do you think we could win against such a person? Moreover, the dozen or so youths behind him are all outstanding talents from the Three Great Domains and Four Great Territories—the crème de la crème of the Five All-Star Tournament. The Phoenix God of the Phoenix Clan... and the Young Lord of the Golden Crow Demon Lord are also here?"

"En!" The tall, thin old man nodded.

"Ah..." Only then did the middle-aged man realize who the person calling himself Bens was, and what a group of monsters he had managed to offend. A sudden surge of anger rushed to his heart, his vision darkened, and he passed out on the spot!

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