Master Head of the Dragon Soul

"I need a reason," Chu Feng's gaze was calm yet awe-inspiring, carrying immense pressure. "Do you realize that these soldiers have sacrificed their lives and shed their blood on the frontlines? The honor and future they earned through their blood and lives are being casually replaced by you with a stroke of a pen."

"Do you understand that behind these military achievements lie their youth, their sweat, and the hopes of their families and even their entire clans?

"The Martial Arts Alliance is effortlessly and skillfully cutting off their future."

He seemed to be murmuring to himself, mocking something.

Ding Xian was so frightened that he couldn't speak, trembling on the ground.

The disciples of the Martial Arts Alliance were overwhelmed with shame and guilt, burying their heads in a complex manner.

Meanwhile, Wei Qilin's eyes twitched. Facing the oppressive pressure from Chu Feng, he sighed weakly. "Dragon Lord, this matter is very complicated as it involves many people and forces. It cannot be explained in just a few words.

"How about we find an opportunity to discuss it privately?

"There are also many sons of the rich who are from your own family, the Di Du Chu Family."

Wei Qilin tried his best to downplay the situation, even bringing up the Di Du Chu Family.

Implicitly, both the Martial Arts Alliance and Chu Feng were "one family." There was no need to speak in two different voices.

Chu Feng's eyes were cold and indifferent, without the slightest change in expression. "Today, I'm only speaking for justice, for the sake of the soldiers who fought in the battle of Xi Ye, regardless of the Di Du Chu Family or the Hua family."

Wei Qilin's eyes twitched as his face immediately changed.

"Since you said it involves many people and forces, I will call them all here and ask them one by one," Chu Feng said calmly, waving his hand toward Chen FengXing.

Chen Fengxing immediately understood and pointed to the sons of the rich listed in the commendations, giving direct orders to the surrounding soldiers. "Bring all these people here. In addition, inform General Yang Jingyu, the commander of the Yenching Military Theater, that Dragon Lord wants to discuss something important with him."

"Alright." The surrounding soldiers saluted and swiftly carried out the tasks.

Wei Qilin felt his eyes twitching, realizing that there would be a great commotion.

Chu Feng, on the other hand, remained calm as he waited patiently.

Boom!

In less than half an hour, Chen FengXing led the soldiers and brought all the sons of the rich into the commendations list.

Some of them were disheveled, some reeked of alcohol, while some were only wearing underwear. It was a complete spectacle.

Nevertheless, all of them had a face

full of anger and a sense of

superiority. They roared furiously,

"Let go of me! Do you know who my father is?"

"You insolent soldier, how dare you touch me? Believe me, with one phone call, I'll have your skin stripped off."

"How outrageous! What unit are you from? Call your marshal here."

These people were all enjoying

themselves in their respective

settings. However, without

distinguishing between right and

wrong, the soldiers barged into their places and dragged them away.

These sons of the rich, who were all arrogant and looked down on others, had never experienced such humiliation.

"Shut up, all of you!" At this moment, Ding Xian, who was standing nearby, exploded with anger and shouted.

"Eh..."

The sons of the rich were all dumbfounded, their mouths agape.

"This is Ding Xian, or Young Master Ding. Millie and a group of s from the Martial Arts e

are also here."

"Why are these people all kneeling? What on earth has happened?"