Chapter 685 How Could It Be Him?
He increasingly felt that quitting Dragon Soul and joining the Martial Arts Alliance was a wise
decision.
Someone like Chen FengXing, even if he became a vanguard or a general, would still charge into
battle like a desperate pawn, fighting alongside others and risking his life without knowing what
tomorrow would bring.
But now, with just a flick of his finger, there were plenty of young people willing to sacrifice their lives
for him, and with just a stretch, there were plenty of beautiful women serving him. This heavenly life
was something that Chen FengXing, a meremoner, could never have imagined.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
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Just then, three grandmaster-level experts from the Martial Arts Alliance joined forces and quickly
subdued Chen FengXing, their faces filled with arrogance and disdain.
"What a bunch of useless people! Losing so many men just to deal with a cripple, have you all been
wasting your time on women?" Xiao Yunlong angrily scolded, causing the disciples of the Martial
Arts Alliance to lower their heads in shame, feeling embarrassed.
After all, Chen FengXing was once a vanguard general of Dragon Soul. Despite being disabled, he
was still a raging beast, making people extremely wary.
It took three grandmaster-level experts to finally subdue Chen FengXing.
Xiao Yunlong held a magnificent sword and lifted Chen FengXing''s head, coldlyughing. "Chen
FengXing, for the sake of our past brotherhood, I will give you a way out."
"Kneel before Xin''s grave for seven days and seven nights to atone for your sins, swear to be
Xiao Yunlong''s servant, and serve the Martial Arts Alliance. I will spare your life. The future
generations of the Chen family will continue to prosper and enjoy endless wealth and glory. Think
about it."
Compared to killing Chen FengXing with a single strike, conquering him and stepping on this former
opponent would bring an even greater sense of conquest and vanity.
Moreover, although Chen FengXing had lost a leg, he was once a formidable general under Xi Ye.
Taking someone like him as a servant would greatly undermine the confidence of the military world,
allowing the Martial Arts Alliance to rise in power and solidify Xiao Yunlong''s position as the deputy
leader.
Chen FengXing just sneered and spat a mouthful of blood onto Xiao Yunlong''s face, cursing in pain.
"You traitor, dreaming of making me bow down to you? No way."
"You will receive retribution; you won''t die a good death."
Xiao Yunlong waspletely infuriated. He kicked Chen FengXing and angrily drew his sword.
"It''s seeking death. Since you don''t know what''s good for you, don''t me me for being heartless.
I''ll take your head as a sacrifice to Xin''s spirit in heaven."
In the instant the sword was unsheathed, a tremendous force rushed towards him, causing Xiao
Yunlong to retreat. The sword in his hand shattered inch by inch, and he tasted blood, almost
making him spit out blood.
The members of the Xiao family were shocked, and several grandmaster elders'' pupils contracted...
They sensed that an extremely powerful force was approaching, enough to make one''s hair stand
on end.
Just as Xiao Yunlong was about to speak, two headlights suddenly lit up in the distance, illuminating
the entire Xiao family courtyard as bright as day.
"Today, whoever dares to touch Chen FengXing, I will annihte their entire n, leaving none
alive."
Inside the car, a tall and resolute figure calmly stepped out, with a calm and indifferent temperament
but as majestic as a mountain, overlooking the world.
"If you don''t believe it, feel free to try."
Hundreds of eyes turned back and looked at the dark figure in the night.
This guy is overconfident, daring to threaten the people of the Xiao family.
Until the figure approached closer and closer, under the moonlight, that chiseled face appeared
before everyone''s eyes.
Chen FengXing choked up, tears welling up in an instant, aplex and moving expression...
Xiao Yunlong was struck as if by lightning, and in an instant, his limbs and body turned ice-cold, as
if his soul had scattered...
"How could it be him?"