The Real Hero

The entire hall was eerily silent, not a single person daring to utter a word!

The dozens of powerhouses from Black Island were all overwhelmed by Yi Feng’s terrifying aura. None of them had expected that this Yi Feng would be even more formidable than the rumors suggested!

Even if he was about to stir up a catastrophe, none of them dared to speak up and dissuade him.

Every soul present was drowned in overwhelming shock.

The two women behind Yi Feng were even more shaken, their hearts surging with awe at his indomitable presence. They engraved this domineering scene—where a single word silenced the crowd—deep into their memories.

Gazing at the deathly silence around him, Yi Feng wasn’t the least bit surprised.

These people had always revered the Fishmen like gods, enduring humiliation without daring to resist—typical bullies who cower before true strength. Now that they faced someone unyielding, they naturally backed down.

Yi Feng couldn’t be bothered with them.

But with dozens of witnesses surrounding him, they were the perfect spectators. If he touched Lu Shuyao now, word would undoubtedly reach the Fishmen Prince’s ears!

Provoking the Fishmen in full view of everyone—what could be more effective?

This was a flawless plan.

Yi Feng couldn’t help but admire his own brilliance. Without hesitation, he took Lu Shuyao’s hand once more.

The moment their warmth connected, Lu Shuyao’s face filled with disbelief, her eyes a mix of shock and bashfulness.

Once the exalted Divine Maiden of the Treasure Pavilion, she had countless admirers, yet none had ever dared to lay a finger on her. Now, reduced to a so-called "Celestial Maiden," even fewer would dare to approach her.

In private, it might have been one thing.

But in front of everyone?

For someone to hold her hand was tantamount to courting death!

The audacity of this life-risking act made Lu Shuyao’s heart pound like a drum. At the same time, an inexplicable warmth spread through her chest, leaving her standing there in a daze, too overwhelmed to pull her jade-like hand away—even under the scrutiny of so many eyes.

The scene unfolded too suddenly.

The dozens of powerhouses around them gaped in disbelief!

Was Yi Feng truly this bold?

This was a blatant challenge to the Third Prince’s authority, right before everyone’s eyes!

Even Island Master Shi Tianchuan’s pupils trembled in shock!

If it were anyone else, he would have dismissed them as reckless fools, throwing their lives away for a woman—utterly laughable and unworthy of attention.

But Yi Feng was no ordinary man.

This man’s cultivation was terrifying, honed over countless years to reach such unfathomable heights. The fleeting glories of the mortal world held no allure for him.

How could such an existence be swayed by mere lust?

Now, with the entire island’s elite as witnesses, Yi Feng was deliberately provoking the Third Prince. There had to be a deeper meaning behind this!

Such a calculated move could never be mere recklessness.

Shi Tianchuan’s expression grew graver, his eyes filled with silent contemplation.

Seeing even the Island Master so wary, who among the others would dare speak up? Dozens of gazes brimmed with apprehension, lost in speculation and shock.

The hall fell into absolute silence.

Yi Feng remained oblivious to their thoughts.

He only felt that his brilliant plan—holding Lu Shuyao’s hand in public—had worked quite well.

The deed was done, the witnesses were in place. Once they reported this, that twisted Third Prince would surely come seeking trouble. Now, he just needed to fan the flames a little more!

With that in mind, Yi Feng tightened his grip on Lu Shuyao’s hand and swept a cold gaze across the crowd.

"Today, I am taking Lu Shuyao away. Does anyone dare to object?"

"If anyone has a problem with it, feel free to report it to the Heavenly Dragon Merfolk!"

His voice boomed like thunder.

It was practically an open declaration: I’m asking for death! Any loyal underling would rush to inform the Fishmen Prince—how could he possibly tolerate this?

This time, victory was assured.

Pleased with his own performance, Yi Feng strode forward, hand in hand with Lu Shuyao.

As expected, the gathered powerhouses shrank back in fear, silently parting to let them pass.

Yi Feng’s heart swelled with satisfaction as he walked with deliberate steadiness. Under the weight of countless stares, he could almost feel the seething resentment—already envisioning the inevitable, earth-shattering revenge to come.

To maximize the hatred, Yi Feng slowed his steps further, as if moving in slow-motion.

At this moment, he wished he could blast an epic soundtrack, just to make them grit their teeth in fury.

But in the eyes of others, Yi Feng’s unhurried advance was nothing short of awe-inspiring!

"Does anyone dare to object?"

"If anyone has a problem with it, feel free to report it to the Heavenly Dragon Merfolk!"

These icy words echoed relentlessly in everyone’s minds.

From that tone alone, the dozens of elites sensed an unrivaled, world-defying dominance. Without absolute confidence, who would dare to challenge the crowd so boldly?

Even openly inviting the Heavenly Dragon Merfolk’s involvement?

This was outright disdain!

This man had clearly not revealed his full strength earlier. Even against the Heavenly Dragon Merfolk, he must possess the confidence to fight!

His power far exceeded their wildest expectations!

If others were this shaken, Lu Shuyao—whose hand was held so intimately—felt her heart flutter uncontrollably. Despite the looming danger, her panic gradually subsided.

Witnessing Yi Feng’s domineering presence silencing the entire hall, she too was spellbound.

His unhurried steps exuded absolute control, his tall and poised figure radiating an unattainable grace that left her utterly mesmerized.

Arrogant, unyielding…

His extraordinary aura sent her heart into endless turmoil.

She had never seen anyone dare to defy the Heavenly Dragon Merfolk Clan like this.

Though his actions seemed reckless, they gradually stirred something within her. As warmth spread from his hand to hers, the icy chill in her heart began to melt.

Compared to the island's so-called magnates who preached nothing but grand schemes,

this man, Yi Feng, was brimming with unyielding passion and sincerity—a true hero.

Enduring in silence might bring temporary peace, but what meaning was there in living without dignity?

Everyone understood this truth, yet none dared to act on it.

Only Yi Feng reached out to her in her darkest hour.

Even with the Black Island's most powerful figures standing before him,

none could compare to his towering presence.

A lone figure carving a path forward,

as if standing unshaken between heaven and earth.

Before him, even those once-revered magnates seemed as insignificant as clay dogs.

Lu Shuyao watched, her heart trembling, mist swirling in her beautiful eyes—no trace of despair remained, only overwhelming admiration and reverence.

To do what others dared not—that was the mark of a true hero!

Lost in the storm of emotions,

she tightened her grip on Yi Feng's hand, casting all hesitation aside. She would follow him, step by step, out of the crowd and shatter the chains of her humiliating fate.

Feeling the girl's nervous grasp,

Yi Feng grew even more confident—his plan was working. The hatred he'd provoked must have terrified her.

Just as they were about to leave the crowd,

a frantic voice called out from behind.

"Yi Feng, wait!"

The sudden shout didn't surprise him.

Tch.

The trash-talking phase had arrived.

These people would surely report everything, and a battle was inevitable.

Yi Feng inwardly grinned.

Steadying his expectant expression, he schooled his face into cold indifference before turning.

"What is it?"

As he glanced back with icy detachment,

Shi Tianchuan clenched his teeth, then clasped his fists with resolve.

"Sir…"

"This old man… this old man wishes to follow you as well!"

Hearing lines completely unlike what he'd anticipated,

Yi Feng's eyes widened in stunned disbelief.