Master Head of the Dragon Soul

The venue fell into an eerie silence. Only the whistling of the unrelenting wind blowing through the snowy landscape echoed in everyone's ears. The vast snowy expanse seemed to be endless as time came to an abrupt stop.

Wei Zhenlin shook his head in an attempt to snap out of it before sneering disdainfully, "It's been an hour already. Yet, that seemingly all-powerful Dragon Soul's God of War hasn't even shown up. Ha! Is this what you call surrendering without a fight?" Then, he continued disparagingly, "He signed an arrest warrant and threatened to imprison my Father, declaring war against the Martial Arts Alliance. He was quite arrogant back then, wasn't he? But where is he now? Where is he, huh?"

Wei Zhenlin took it a step further by saying contemptuously, "Could it be that he had run away into hiding after seeing how formidable the Martial Arts Alliance is? Hahaha!"

Soon, several more people followed suit, calling out jeers and taunts.

The disciples of the Martial Arts Alliance raised their heads proudly, their fighting spirit growing stronger amidst the chaos.

It seemed that this Dragon Soul's God of War wasn't as powerful as the rumors claimed.

Due to his absence, it was evident that the man was nothing more than a coward in the face of the Martial Arts Alliance.

Wei Zhongxian sat calmly, sipping his tea with a faint smile on his lips.

It seemed that this Chu Feng still possessed a sliver of self-awareness. Although his escape before facing battle would undoubtedly tarnish his reputation, it was still better than losing his life.

Wei Zhenlin became more audacious as he stood on the stage, his words growing more insolent-

"Zhenlin, you really shouldn't be saying those things. After all, he's still the Dragon's Soul God of War. He's the one who defeated the God of War, Jiang Wanjun, from the Six Nations. Tsk, how can you call him useless when he has those accomplishments under his belt?" snarked a rather effeminate-looking man. That man was none other than Wei Qing, the third son of Wei Zhongxian.

Wei Zhenlin scoffed arrogantly before reprimanding harshly, "What Six Nations' God of War? Jiang Wanjun is just an old man who has one foot in the grave. I'm sure he doesn't even have all his teeth at this point! And you call that a God of War? Please."

Then, he said scornfully, "They're all just boasting for the sake of fame and glory. If it weren't for the Martial Arts Alliance soldiers fighting for him on the front lines, how could we have allowed Chu Feng to become so arrogant? The credit for the battle at Xi Ye should belong to the Martial Arts Alliance soldiers who were risking their lives. Isn't that right?"

"Yeah!"

The crowd erupted in excited shouts. Several disciples of the Martial Arts Alliance had bloodshot eyes. It was as if they were wishing they could tear Chu Feng apart immediately for his audacity.

Wei Zhenlin basked in the limelight, feeling gleeful as he regarded the other prestigious heads of the martial arts schools and the disciples of the Martial Arts Alliance. Then, he declared grandly, "Today, I, Wei Zhenlin, only have one thing left to say. If Chu Feng doesn't come, so be it. However, if he dares to set foot in the Martial Arts Alliance's territory, I will make sure there will be nothing left of him once I'm done with him!"

Finally, he bellowed, "Chu Feng, come out if you dare!"

Wei Zhenlin's grand display earned him nods of approval from many guests. They started to praise him for embodying the spirit of the Nonamillennial from years past, exuding an air of courage.

The young disciples of the Martial Arts Alliance in the audience also held their heads high. It was as if they couldn't wait to tell others that they weren't afraid of any challenges that were about to come their

way.

Alas, the swirling snowflakes suddenly came to a halt the very next second. Thud. Thud. Thud.

The sound of military boots landing on the ground echoed softly, filling the air.

The faint sounds grew louder and louder. Although the pace remained calm and disciplined, it soon felt as though there was thunder rumbling. The sound of boots hitting the ground shook the hearts of everyone present.

A figure dressed in a military uniform appeared a few miles away from the celebration of the Martial Arts Alliance. The blurry figure had a straight-backed posture as he slowly approached the venue.

"The man is wearing the Dragon Marshal Uniform, bearing five stars. Is that the Dragon's Soul God of War?"

"Wow, he really is here!"

In an instant, the entire venue fell into pin-drop silence!

As the wind and snow intensified, the figure continued to advance

slowly. Although their features were blurred and indistinguishable because of the distance and weather, almost everyone present was convinced that it was none other than Chu Feng!

That military attire, coupled with the aura of glory the individual exuded... They also couldn't ignore the oppressive presence that was honed due to his experience on the battlefield. There was no doubt

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about it. That man was definitely the Dragon's Soul God of War

"I heard that you were waiting for me. So, here I am," Chu Feng intoned calmly as he scanned his surroundings.

Wei Zhongxian's hands instinctively gripped the armrests of his chair as his brow furrowed.

Wei Zhenlin, who had been confidently basking in the limelight, suddenly felt his heart skip a beat.

The snowstorm raged on, causing the temperature to drop below sub-zero levels.

Yet, Wei Zhenlin was drenched in sweat as if he were in a sauna.