CHAPTER 312: CHAPTER 184 I SERVE THE GREATER GOOD_2

"Our Golden Saber Sect is willing to become a vassal of the Flame Tiger!!"

The Golden Saber Master shouted loudly, and one could see the Flying Eagle Master’s face turning pale, his robes stained with blood, and his breath suddenly weakening.

The Whale Flow Master and others’ expressions changed slightly, completely unprepared for the fact that he would defect so quickly.

Other observing martial arts sects were all shocked, immediately followed by disdainful discussions.

However, the Golden Saber Master drew his golden saber as if unaware, feigning respect while standing in place.

Compared to one’s life, so-called dignity is nothing.

As long as he could continue to live, whether it was the Flying Dragon leading or the Flame Tiger reigning supreme, it had little to do with him.

Thud!

Suddenly, one could see the Flying Eagle Master falling into the river bottom.

Chen Feng looked on indifferently, only asking one question.

"You mean to say, from now on you will only follow my orders?"

"Exactly!"

The Golden Saber Master showed a delighted expression, respectfully clasping his fists: "The Flame Tiger Master is the foremost grandmaster in our Southern Martial Arts World. Our Golden Saber Sect is willing to be a vassal under his command."

"Oh."

Speaking plainly, Chen Feng nodded.

"Kill him."

Whoosh!!!

A white gray giant statue dashed out, turbulent waves continuously rising on the river surface, stirring up a wave of commotion.

The Golden Saber Master’s eyes widened, but the next second he was interrupted, his golden saber broken, and a hole pierced through his chest.

"Why...why?"

He couldn’t understand.

No matter what, he was a grandmaster, so why was he stripped of allegiance, and still ended up being eliminated?

"To listen to my orders....you are not worthy."

Thud!

Another corpse lay in the Huai River, and only then did Chen Feng look to the sky.

Those Yun Gang Martial Arts World practitioners, trembling in fear or grief and fear, had already seized the opportunity to hide inside the flying device, even starting the energy device, intending to leave.

Perception allowed him to see beyond the metal cabin door, where Jiang Yunshan’s face was already pale with fright, both angry and fearful.

Revenge, survival, concealment....

Echoing whispers of trembling repeated by his ears, Chen Feng’s gaze shifted over them, looking to the high sky.

The black crow had disappeared sometime, its malevolent probe quietly vanishing.

Not surprisingly, he finally looked towards the riverbank.

Swoosh!!

The Holy Shield Giant suddenly rose into the air, sweeping over his head, scattering a veil of mist.

Stone wings flapped, causing ripples in the fierce wind.

A booming explosion appeared in mid-air behind, with the departing flying device engulfed in flames, plummeting into the river bottom.

The atmosphere was silent, the light mist dissipating.

He surveyed everyone on the riverbank.

Chu Shihong’s expression was complex, filled with amazement and relief, signaling the people of the Security Bureau not to meddle in this feud while sealing off parts of the incident in question.

Luo Yue and others from the club looked shocked, and Cao Tong, Zhao Tingxiao, and other disciples of the Flame Tiger Sect were overjoyed beyond comprehension, dispelling past shadows and worries, their faces flushed with pride.

As for the Whale Flow Master and Giant Elephant Master.

They exchanged glances for a moment, both managing a slight smile, their gazes towards him filled with newfound respect and awe.

In an instant, it all came into sight.

Chen Feng turned to leave, the Red Tiger appeared again, water evaporated, and mist filled the air.

Step by step, he walked on the river, leaving the Huai River behind, his figure gradually receding, leaving a ground full of astonishment.

The battle between dragons and tigers ended here, the martial arts world along the riverbank was in fluctuating spirits, amazed for a long time, with mixed feelings of melancholy.

It was supposed to be a solitary life-and-death battle.

But in the end, as many as four grandmasters were buried in the Huai River.

"I don’t know, where is the future of our Southern Martial Arts World headed...."

An elderly man in a long robe sighed, showing a bit of worry and confusion.

Beside him, Wang Hanwen was already stunned in place, feeling the figure hundreds of meters away becoming increasingly clear in her mind.

So, you have become so formidable.

With a complicated expression, she finally sighed wistfully.

In contrast, on that observation platform.

Watching the mist rising and the figure disappearing.

Meng Anran’s eyes were filled with growing curiosity.

"Who exactly is behind you?"

Making herself take the blame, although she didn’t mind offending Luo Hui.

However, this feeling still left her a bit frustrated.

Then, glancing at the surrounding people, she shook her head and turned to leave, taking the Golden Steel Level Transformed People with her.

The other directors and councilors of the group were still not recovered from the shock, but the Whale Flow Master and Giant Elephant Master exchanged a glance, their smiles slightly helpless and bitter.

"Truly... made a mistake in judgment."

"Yes."

.....

"This time, you really did something big!"

Lin Hao’s excited voice came through the earpiece, and Chen Feng remained calm, neither sad nor happy.

He had never felt so peaceful.

It was the cleansing brought by slaughter, washing away much of the hidden hostility in his heart.

"But honestly, that White Giant is really formidable."

"Is he also part of the Green Demon team?"

Curious probing questions arose, Lin Hao was naturally clear that Chen Feng had no relationship with Black Crystal Group.

"Hmm."

Lightly nodding, Chen Feng didn’t elaborate.

The two tacitly stopped the conversation here. He walked to the pebble-lined embankment, where a blue flying car was parked.

The intelligent Big Head automatically opened the car door, revealing a black cloak on the driver’s seat.

He was prepared for the worst in this battle, but everything went more smoothly than he expected.

Then, he walked to the flying car and donned the black cloak.

Just when Lin Hao thought everything was over, he saw Chen Feng not leaving but standing still, turning to look at the river surface again.

"Come out."

He spoke flatly, Lin Hao was somewhat puzzled through the earpiece.

Quickly, as Chen Feng’s eyes turned cold,

A wet, gray-robed figure suddenly emerged from the Huai River’s banks.

Hair and beard were all white, eyes like eagle’s.

The blood on his chest had already coagulated, with dark gold power coursing through his body, quickly evaporating most of the water on the gray robe.

"Greetings, Flame Tiger Master."

The opponent stood on the riverbank, spoke bitterly, clasped his fists in salute.

Upon seeing this through a drone, Lin Hao’s face changed, instinctively speaking.

"Flying Eagle Master?"

"Wasn’t he dead?"

Struck in the heart by the Golden Saber Master’s blade, sinking into the riverbed, the Flying Eagle Master.

"What else do you want to say?"

Without answering Lin Hao, Chen Feng looked coldly at the Flying Eagle Master.

He sensed the opponent’s abnormality from the beginning, discovered he wasn’t dead but faked his demise to hide in the river bottom, seeking escape.

"Nothing to say."

With an aged face and a wry smile, the Flying Eagle Master sighed and shook his head.

He didn’t expect such bad luck.

Had already held his breath and feigned death, using Golden Saber’s hand to escape.

Yet the escape path coincided with the other’s departure.

Knowing there’s no way out, and heavily injured.

He no longer struggled, simply dispersed his power, and clasped his fists, spoke:

"Today’s outcome is solely the doing of me, Pei Pokong, and has nothing to do with the other elders and disciples of Gold-splitting Flying Eagle Stream."

"Please, Flame Tiger Master, be generous and spare them."

His words faded, his gaze was calm, already resolved to die.

Without perceiving any malicious disguise, Chen Feng squinted his eyes, unexpectedly did not act, instead silently paused.

"The Martial Arts Sect of Chi Country, known for mastery in illusion techniques, how much do you know."

The matters with Divine Martial Alliance were unresolved, the malicious interference from Black Crow mid-course he hadn’t forgotten.

Gold-splitting Flying Eagle Stream was once the foremost Southern sect, perhaps they might have some clues.

"Oh?"

Somewhat surprised, Pei Pokong, with hair and beard all white, didn’t expect him to suddenly ask about this.

Daring not to delay, he quickly nodded and said: "I traveled across Chi Country in my early years, contacted six or seven martial arts sects specializing in this field."

"Among them, four are mostly small sects, lacking heritage, while the other two only have True Intent holding fort."

"However, there is indeed a northern sect called Illusion Sound Stream, located in Tai Province, which once produced a grandmaster early on..."

Continuous words poured out, and Lin Hao marveled through the earpiece.

Thoughtfully noting the words Illusion Sound.

Chen Feng pondered briefly, his eyes flickered.

Lin Hao, after all, wasn’t from the martial arts world, in searching for Divine Martial Alliance, he was somewhat lacking momentum.

So.

"Do you wish to live?" Chen Feng asked.

Pei Pokong’s face jerked, realizing, and hurriedly clasped his fists: "Of course, I wish to live."

"Flame Tiger Master, if there is any task, just instruct, I, Pei Pokong, along with Gold-splitting Flying Eagle Stream, have nothing to say."

Perception confirmed once more, still no malice.

Chen Feng deeply looked at him.

"Then.... do one thing for me."