Bad News One After Another

Xiao Ruohan was at home watching the news, her eyes fixed on Chen Feng.

Her emotions were tangled and complex.

She saw Chen Feng being defeated by Zhang Bowen.

A strange sense of satisfaction welled up inside her.

But then she thought, if Chen Feng died, wouldn’t she never have the chance to learn the final move of the Dragon-Subduing Palm?

Just then, the Martial Arts Association called.

“Xu Lan has been arrested. The family is requested to come to the Martial Arts Association as soon as possible.”

Xiao Ruohan furrowed her brows, her expression darkening.

Originally, she had planned to return to Jiang City after the competition ended.

But her mother insisted on making a scene at the Martial Arts Association.

She claimed that Liu Weiwei’s first-place title should be revoked.

Only then could she become the tenth-place winner and claim the million-yuan prize.

As a result, they had been stuck in the hotel ever since.

The hotel bill was still unpaid.

Moreover, Xu Lan had taken out online loans to buy water and boxed meals to support the protest.

Now that Chen Feng was basically cleared of wrongdoing,

It was impossible to bring down Liu Weiwei.

And at this critical moment, her mother was arrested again.

Xiao Ruohan felt that ever since she joined the God of War Martial Arts Hall,

Not a single peaceful day had passed.

Her mind involuntarily drifted to that small suburban courtyard—

Quiet, peaceful, carefree.

A place she could never return to.

The Wei Family.

Wei Guangming watched the news about Chen Feng with utter shock.

“How could he be this strong?”

“To hold out against Zhang Bowen for so long!”

“And what’s this about sonic power?”

He clearly remembered that during his battle with Chen Feng, he never saw Chen Feng use sonic power.

Judging by the power of that sonic technique,

He doubted he could withstand it.

Wei Guangming knew Zhang Bowen’s strength very well.

It was an overwhelming, cliff-like dominance.

If he hadn’t decisively escaped by self-inflicted injury, he would have been trapped on Kunlun Mountain forever.

What Wei Guangming remembered most was that in his last fight with Chen Feng,

His only advantage was speed, yet even that wasn’t enough to outlast Chen Feng.

He never expected Chen Feng to become this formidable.

When he saw the Martial Arts Association’s explanation and speculation,

Wei Guangming was stunned again.

Chen Feng was suspected to be a hybrid of the Kunlun descendants and Great Xia.

Kunlun descendants!

Although he hadn’t encountered anyone from that tribe this time,

He was aware of their existence and their immensely powerful technique—

The Everlasting Youth Skill.

It was said to keep its practitioners forever young.

According to all the information the Wei Family had gathered,

The Everlasting Youth Skill could reverse aging.

However, it temporarily lowered one’s cultivation level,

But it would quickly recover.

The exact cycle was unknown.

If Chen Feng truly was a Kunlun descendant, Wei Guangming could somewhat come to terms with his defeat.

Losing to someone who had lived for over a hundred years, or even like Zhang Bowen, who had lived for centuries, wasn’t too shameful.

East Sea City.

Su Yan watched the news, a slight smile curling at the corner of her lips.

“My master, as expected.”

“So proud.”

“It would be even better if he could come out alive.”

Wang Family.

Family members were also discussing the events on Kunlun Mountain.

Seeing the Martial Arts Association publicly supporting Chen Feng, stating he was not a member of the Swallowing Heaven Club,

And revealing speculation about Chen Feng’s background,

Wang Hao excitedly shouted to the family elders,

“See! See!”

“I told you, Chen Feng could never be a member of the Swallowing Heaven Club!”

“You all didn’t believe me one bit and just had to argue with me.”

“Now you see it, a hybrid of the Kunlun descendants.”

“Isn’t it normal for him to use the Star-Absorbing Technique?”

“Look at how many martial arts Zhang Bowen knows—skills from the nine great families, there isn’t a single one he can’t master.”

Wang Hao’s uncle, unwilling to back down, said:

“Zhang Bowen doesn’t know the techniques of the Wei family.”

“Besides, the Martial Arts Guild only said it was suspected, not confirmed.”

Wang Hao retorted angrily:

“Hmph! Still playing dead duck, huh?”

“If Chen Feng wasn’t a Kunlun descendant hybrid, how could his martial realm be so high?”

“Come on, explain that to me.”

His uncle slapped Wang Hao on the head.

“Who do you think you’re talking to? No respect at all.”

Wang Hao was furious.

“Every time I can’t win an argument, you just use seniority to shut me up.”

At this moment, the Martial Saint of the Wang family wasn’t paying attention to Chen Feng at all.

All his focus was on Zhang Bowen.

This was a man everyone feared.

And that Chixiao Sword.

Years ago, his grandfather died at Zhang Bowen’s hands.

One man with one sword, nearly carving through the entire Divine Capital.

Anyone below the Martial Saint rank who crossed him was almost guaranteed death or injury.

The Divine Capital’s top family completely fell from grace at that time.

Even when the three Martial Saints joined forces, they couldn’t capture this man.

Back then, he was only a Grandmaster and didn’t even have the qualification to face Zhang Bowen.

Now, he was the youngest Martial Saint in Great Xia.

But facing Zhang Bowen, he still had no confidence.

***

West Continent.

Alliance Conference Hall.

The atmosphere was thick with gloom.

Everyone wore grim expressions.

“The plan to destroy the Dragon Vein has failed! What are we supposed to do now?”

“So much manpower and resources wasted, with such heavy casualties, and yet it all ended in failure.”

“I’m definitely going to be removed from office, and worse, become a scapegoat for the South Continent.”

“You think the North Continent’s situation is any better?”

“We’ve always had fewer top-tier warriors, and now losing so many elite fighters has created a gap in our martial strength that will take decades to recover.”

The West Continent Consul, who had initiated this event, could only suppress his emotions and soothe the complaints:

“It’s come to this, there’s nothing we can do.”

“Fortunately, Zhang Bowen appeared in the end and dealt with that Chen Feng.”

“Otherwise, none of us would have made it back—that would have been even more embarrassing.”

“Let’s wait until the rest return, then carefully handle them, make sure they don’t cause trouble, and find a way to spin this failure.”

No sooner had he finished speaking than urgent knocks sounded at the conference room door.

But those outside didn’t dare to enter.

The West Continent Consul frowned.

He had made it clear: no interruptions unless it was something extremely important.

Opening the door, he saw his assistant’s pale face.

“Consul, something major has happened.”

The Consul snapped:

“What could be more important than the Kunlun Mountain incident right now?”

The assistant hurriedly said:

“It’s about Kunlun Mountain.”

“There’s new news from Great Xia.”

“Here, this is the latest report just in.”

The Consul took the tablet from the assistant, and upon seeing the content, he was stunned.

On the screen, after Chen Feng declared, “With me, there is no one invincible,”

he began a one-sided slaughter of the invaders.

They were utterly routed, broken beyond recognition.

Chaos erupted as they fled in all directions.

"How could this happen? Didn’t he lose to Zhang Bowen?"

"How did he manage to turn the tables on Zhang Bowen and even seize Zhang Bowen’s treasured sword?"

"What on earth is going on?"

The rulers of the South and North Continents, noticing that the West Continent Consul had yet to return from the entrance, began to feel an unsettling sense of foreboding.