"What happened to General Feilias?" A thunderous voice boomed from afar as a distant silhouette, resembling a black dot, rapidly approached from the horizon.

The black dot grew larger, followed suddenly by a piercing shriek, and then another black dot appeared from the opposite side, quickly joined by two more. The four converged and sped toward them.

"Four Dou Zun powerhouses? Quite impressive!" Chen Feng smiled faintly.

The Dou Zun experts among the Four Great Empires were not numerous. When he was in the Luoqi Empire, there were prominent Dou Zun masters, but he knew there were certainly more operating in secret, though their numbers wouldn't exceed thirty or forty in total.

After all, the Dou Zun level was the foundation of a nation. If a country had too many, they wouldn't need armies; what military force could possibly defeat a team composed of Dou Zun experts?

The true strength of the Four Great Empires paled in comparison to the Overseas Continent, which could successfully form teams of Dou Zun masters, and even Dou Sheng experts. This was impossible here, and it was the main reason why the presence of just a few Dragon Clan powerhouses in the past could lead to the annihilation of an entire nation. Therefore, the appearance of four Dou Zun experts at this moment was already quite significant.

The four black dots merged and hurtled closer. Upon seeing the demoralized state of the soldiers and the heavy casualties, they were simultaneously shocked.

"Where is General Feilias?" an elder shouted in a stern voice.

Feilias had been utterly destroyed by Chen Feng; even his own mother wouldn't recognize him, so the elder failed to spot him. Chen Feng and Ling Feng, seeing them approach, had already flown back down to the ground. Chen Feng shouted toward the sky, "Dead!"

"Dead?" The elder froze. He looked toward Chen Feng: "How did he die?"

"Killed by me!"

"Ah?" All four revealed expressions of disbelief and astonishment. They descended from the sky, landing directly opposite Chen Feng and Ling Feng.

"Who are you?" the leading elder frowned deeply and demanded loudly.

"Are those old scoundrels in the Imperial Palace, or did they come with the army?" Chen Feng inquired.

"Insolent! How dare you speak His Majesty's name so casually! You are courting death!" a middle-aged man next to the elder roared angrily.

"I have a history with that old scoundrel Suo Men. I suspect he wouldn't come to a battle like this personally. I just hope you can go back and tell him that failing to kill me years ago was his regret. But he won't live much longer—tell him to clean his neck and wait!" Chen Feng stated.

"You are the Eight Gods Shrine?" The leading elder finally recalled something and his face filled with astonishment.

"Not bad; there are still people who remember me," Chen Feng said with a smile.

"Heh heh, the Empire sent people countless times looking for you, and you managed to escape every time. We didn't expect to run into you today. Well, today, you're staying with us!" The elder finished speaking, his aura suddenly surging as his eyes locked onto Chen Feng and Ling Feng like a pair of hungry eagles.

"Can the four of you stop us?" Chen Feng challenged.

"Do you think you can escape when surrounded by our army of one million?" the elder scoffed back mockingly, seemingly amused by Chen Feng's arrogance.

"Who said there are only two of us?" Chen Feng sneered, and suddenly let out a long, piercing whistle!

The sound shot up like spring thunder, soaring straight into the heavens. The more than ninety thousand remaining soldiers felt their minds reel, nearly spitting blood simultaneously. Only then did the masses truly grasp the sheer power of the youth standing before them! To fell ninety thousand soldiers with mere sound—was such a powerhouse truly only at the Dou Zun level?

As his whistle faded, a massive roar erupted simultaneously from Tu Shan Mountain. This roar wasn't from one person, but sounded like tens of thousands of people shouting in unison.

"This is..." The four incoming Dou Zun experts were utterly stunned. They could clearly discern that in that chain of shouts, the cultivation level of every individual was no lower than their own; in fact, many seemed even stronger!

"Are they all Dou Zun? Impossible! How could the entire continent harbor ten thousand Dou Zun experts? Absolutely impossible!" The four exchanged glances, their hearts firmly concluding: "They must be bluffing! Yes! It's a Magic Array—certainly some kind of Magic Array capable of amplifying the deterrent power of one's voice!"

With this thought, the four eased the panic in their hearts and collectively breathed a sigh of relief, only then noticing the cold sweat that had broken out on their foreheads without their awareness.

However, before they could fully relax, they noticed a whirlwind-like commotion in the distance overhead. A massive black cloud was flying toward them—no, it wasn't a black cloud; it was people, a multitude of beings who could all fly!

The color completely drained from the faces of the four who had just recovered their composure. Each of them was a commander holding heavy military power, having long achieved a state of unflappable composure, yet seeing the group flying from Longshan Town, they couldn't help but tremble violently, losing all will to resist!

"Dou Zun... they are all Dou Zun powerhouses! How can there be tens of thousands of Dou Zun experts?" In an instant, everyone was dumbfounded. If they knew the people flying overhead were actually Saint Domain experts, they would likely wish for immediate death.

"Your subordinate, Diketes, greets the Boss!" The commander of the Nether Saint Camp flew down and knelt on one knee behind Chen Feng, shouting loudly.

His voice caused the surroundings to buzz, making everyone's ears numb once more.

"They relied on sheer numbers to try and capture me. Handle it as you see fit. Just tell me the result later," Chen Feng said casually. He took Ling Feng's hand, and the two of them floated up, flying towards Longshan Town.

Hearing Chen Feng's completely irresponsible command, the four felt like weeping. Facing an army composed of tens of thousands of Dou Zun experts—let alone less than a million soldiers who hadn't even reached the level of Dou Shi—even five million more would be no match for the opponent...

But they couldn't even cry, because Diketes had already issued his command!

"Dare to capture our Boss? You simply don't want to live! Kill them all!"

In an instant, the entire camp became a living hell! ..............................................................

Chen Feng was unaware of these events. He and Ling Feng hovered in the air for a while, grew bored, and returned to the Kente Family estate. Although revenge had been exacted, he didn't feel particularly joyous, as killing countless foes could never save Uncle Wen's life.

Before even reaching the courtyard, Qigu rushed out, asking with great anxiety, "Little Five, are you alright!"

Chen Feng saw that the gunshot wound on Qigu had been bandaged, and he appeared spirited, just anxious. Chen Feng reassured him, "Am I not perfectly fine!"

Before he could finish speaking, Qigu reached him, grabbing his arm and pulling him towards the main gate.

"What's wrong?" Chen Feng asked, puzzled and surprised.

"What's wrong? Run for your life! I just saw a group of powerhouses flying in the sky, all at the Dou Zun level. They just headed out of the city, likely reinforcements for the allied forces. If you don't leave now, it will be too late!" Qigu said urgently.

Chen Feng had thought something serious had happened and nearly laughed. Before he could explain, he heard Qigu shout again, "Hurry up and go! If they arrive, even if we can't fight them off, we can at least delay them long enough for you to escape!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a startled cry rang out, followed by a scream: "It's over!"

A whistling sound grew immense overhead, and dark clouds surged, as a dense mass of figures flew in from outside Longshan Town, directly above the Kente Family residence.

"Go quickly..." Qigu shoved Chen Feng again and shouted to the sky, "I am the patriarch of the Kente Family! If you have business, speak with me!"

"Reporting to the Boss, the army outside the city has been completely annihilated. 270,000 dead, 10,000 surrendered!" Diketes flew down and landed before Chen Feng.

"Good, I know. You all set up camp outside the city first," Chen Feng said faintly.

"Yes!" Diketes acknowledged, turned, and flew back into the sky, vanishing in a blink.

"This..." Qigu was utterly dumbfounded, staring at what his eyes and ears had just witnessed as if petrified. He slowly turned his head to look at Elder Yuqing nearby, only to see him looking just as wooden and stone-like as himself.

"These are Little Five's subordinates..."

"It seems so," Elder Yuqing nodded in response.

"Little Five... what exactly did you do out there?" Qigu felt as though he were dreaming right now... ..............................................................

Chen Feng and the two others stayed with the Kente Family for ten days. He allowed Ling Feng to systematically impart cultivation techniques. Although it was only ten days, the cultivation levels of everyone in the Kente Family underwent a qualitative transformation. Qigu, in particular, leaped directly from a Level Four Dou Shi to the realm of a Level Five Dou Shi.

During these ten days, Xiaohu played with the children of the family as if they were inseparable. Honestly, he had never played with children before; even though he appeared young in the Dragon Domain, his actual age was several hundred years old. Thus, the innocent charm and joy of childhood made him and the others have a wonderful time. The children were also captivated by his displays of magic and constantly begged him to perform.

After ten days of interaction, Chen Feng's hostility toward the Kente Family diminished considerably, replaced instead by growing affection. After all, everyone in the family treated him exceptionally well, and it was genuine, not merely because of his formidable power. During this period, Diketes assigned a small contingent of men to act as bodyguards for the Kente Family. With Nether Saint powerhouses guarding them, even if some force from the Overseas Continent wished to cause trouble, they would have to think twice.

Another development was the confirmed cancellation of the Tianfeng Grand Competition. Rumor had it that Tianfeng Academy suffered an unprecedented catastrophe, with countless deaths and the complete fall of their strongest masters, leaving them utterly incapable of hosting the event. Chen Feng scoffed at the notion of death; he had only injured his opponents, not struck a mortal blow, so he believed such rumors were baseless speculation. He hadn't realized that others had taken action after he left.

On the eleventh day, an uninvited guest suddenly arrived. Seeing the handsome yet slightly apprehensive face before him, Chen Feng couldn't help but smile.

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