Master Head of the Dragon Soul

Plop!

The sound of someone kneeling down was crisp and clear.

Ding Xian's smile froze instantly. His face filled with disbelief and fear, as if he had seen a ghost.

This was because the person kneeling down was not Chu Feng, but Wei Qilin.

Wei Qilin was Millie and the crown prince of the Martial Arts Alliance, an extremely important figure. Ding Xian wondered what was happening, as Wei Qilin was actually kneeling down to Chu Feng.

In the next second, Ding Xian got his answer through Wei Qilin's actions.

"Wei Qilin from the Martial Arts Alliance pays respects to the God of War from Dragon Soul." Wei Qilin kneeled on one knee, showing utmost respect and not daring to take a breath.

Swoosh!

Behind him, more than one hundred elite members of the Martial Arts Alliance also kneeled down. They shouted respectfully, "We pay respects to the God of War from Dragon Soul." Ding Xian felt as if he had been struck by lightning. His mind exploded with a loud bang as he fell to the ground.

"The God of War from Dragon Soul?"

His face turned extremely pale, filled with horror. Trembling, he looked at Chu Feng and asked, "Are you the God of War from Dragon Soul?"

Ding Xian was the military's most sought-after top general, carrying the five-star rank and the title of God of War who protected the nation.

And now, he found himself in trouble with Chu Feng.

Ding Xian was completely dumbfounded. He felt as if his soul had been drained, completely devoid of consciousness.

"You dare to provoke Dragon Lord?!"

Wei Qilin was furious. Chu Feng was like a walking disaster, and Ding Xian had foolishly fallen into his hands.

He was asking for trouble.

Slap!

Wei Qilin raised his hand and gave Ding Xian two big slaps, knocking out his teeth and leaving him sprawled on the ground. Terrified, Ding Xian begged for mercy non-stop. "I was wrong; I had been blind. I beg you, please spare me this time..."

Chu Feng didn't respond to him. He glanced at Wei Qilin and said, "It's rare that you still remember me."

A cold sweat broke out on Wei Qilin's forehead. Trembling, he replied, "I will never forget Dragon Lord's teachings."

He still remembered that night at the resort when he arrogantly kidnapped Li Hongtu and others, thinking his powerful background would protect him.

However, on that very night, in the Dragon Marshal Uniform, Che Feng took back control of the 300,000 troops of Xi Ye. He turned the tide and rushed to the battlefield of Xi Ye.

Three months later, the Donghua

army's decadence was swept away, and Xi Xia was conquered. They returned triumphantly, expanding the territory of Donghua by one hundred thousand miles.

Wei Qilin admitted that it was the most shameful moment of his life. However, it was also the moment that made him grow.

From that moment on, he understood that there were always people better than him and there were always greater challenges.

Furthermore, he dared not show any disrespect toward Chu Feng anymore.

"But it seems like you still haven't learned your lesson."

Chu Feng sat upright in his chair and casually tossed out a list of commendations. Then, he coldly asked, "Is this the list of our

Martial Arts Alliance tampered

military's achievements that the net

with?"

Wei Qilin immediately broke out in a cold sweat. His back was soaked with perspiration.

"Yes," he gritted his teeth and admitted straightforwardly.

He knew very well that with Chu Feng's current abilities, a single phone call would reveal the truth behind the matter. He also knew that Chu Feng would not turn a blind eye to deception.

Instead of arguing and causing an even greater disaster, it was better to admit it directly and face the consequences.