A hotel room in Kunlun City.
Chen Feng woke up groggily.
His head was still spinning for a moment.
However, the powerful restorative ability of the Tathagata Divine Palm had already restored his hearing.
"Where is this?"
Looking at the unfamiliar surroundings, Chen Feng began to recall what had happened.
Zhang Bowen!
He immediately thought of that man.
He had just entered the Chosen Martial Arts Hall when that guy appeared.
He had been knocked unconscious by the other's Lion's Roar technique.
But why he ended up here was unknown.
Chen Feng circulated his Qi and blood to recover his physical state.
He could feel his current weakness.
He surveyed the unfamiliar room.
There was a large hole in the wall.
Probably made by the person who brought him in.
Chen Feng located the bathroom.
Walking to the sink, he looked at himself in the mirror and was genuinely startled.
Both cheeks, his mouth, and jaw were covered in dried, congealed blood.
Only then did he realize his ear canals seemed blocked by clotted blood.
Chen Feng circulated his Qi and blood, giving a sudden, forceful shake.
He dislodged all the dried blood clots from his face.
Along with the blood clots in his ear canals.
With the blockage removed from his ears,
his hearing immediately returned to normal.
Chen Feng heard distant, heavy, muffled booms.
He rushed out of the room and leaped onto the rooftop.
The streets outside were already devoid of people.
From the direction of the Kunlun Mountains, intermittent, massive collision sounds could be heard.
Chen Feng didn't need to think to know.
That was definitely the location of the Chosen Martial Arts Hall.
"The Martial Saints are still fighting. I'd better not go and cause trouble."
He really wanted to see.
But with his current strength, he wouldn't be of any help.
He might even get himself killed.
At this moment, Chen Feng faintly heard fighting sounds from due west as well.
The sounds were somewhat faint and chaotic.
After a moment's thought, Chen Feng quietly ran westward.
On the way, he pulled out his phone.
Only to see that his Black Rice phone, which had been with him for five years, had a shattered screen.
It was now completely dead and wouldn't turn on.
Clearly destroyed by Zhang Bowen's Lion's Roar technique.
He felt a slight pang of regret.
He originally thought this phone could last another five years with a new battery.
Never expected it to retire today.
"Ah! Old friend, rest in peace!"
"Next life, I'll buy you again."
Several minutes later, Chen Feng heard the western sounds growing louder.
He roughly understood what was happening.
"Foreign enemies have invaded Kunlun City."
"This is a direct declaration of war against Great Xia."
Without thinking, Chen Feng knew this was Zhang Bowen's doing.
As he continued moving closer to the west,
Chen Feng also heard a familiar voice.
"Old Jin, you have to hold on!"
"Our next wave of Martial Lord reinforcements will be here soon!"
Yang Honghui's raspy voice was roaring desperately.
He had originally received notification that a Martial Saint-level battle could erupt in Kunlun City at any time.
The Martial Arts Association initially thought Zhang Bowen would bring a few Martial Saints to capture Chen Feng.
Instead, Zhang Bowen came alone.
Another seventeen Martial Saints had actually attacked the Holy Capital.
Not only that.
The other three continents were simultaneously besieging Great Xia.
Martial Lords and Grandmasters were the first to charge in.
Other masters at the Master level and below were slowly advancing from the borders.
In conflicts between martial artists, ordinary people were almost irrelevant.
They could only flee.
Chen Feng leaped onto the roof of a building.
He saw Yang Honghui and Old Jin engaged in battle with a group of foreigners.
The Martial Arts Association seemed prepared.
Dozens of Martial Lords were fighting back and forth with the enemy.
Yang Honghui only had the strength of a Master.
His effectiveness on the battlefield was quite limited.
At this moment, he was bleeding from his mouth and nose, being chased and beaten by three foreigners.
Chen Feng hesitated no longer.
He unleashed his Heaven-Man Unity martial domain.
The massive martial phantom immediately drew the attention of many on the scene.
The enlarged, golden phantom of Chen Feng had a body woven and coiled with countless golden dragon shadows, writhing continuously.
Simultaneously, a golden, seven-stringed guqin gradually materialized before the martial phantom.
The strings were crimson like blood, the body glittering gold.
Chen Feng pointed at the men chasing Yang Honghui.
The martial phantom immediately grasped the strings of the guqin.
Instantly, dragon roars arose, and solemn Buddhist chants resounded.
Followed immediately by the sound of sharp swords piercing the air.
As the sword hums rang out, powerful soundwaves transformed into sword shadows, whistling forth.
Chen Feng continuously controlled the martial phantom to pluck the strings.
The sword shadows multiplied.
Gradually forming a torrential flow.
Everyone present couldn't help but look at Chen Feng.
Especially those Martial Lords.
Their first reaction was that a new wave of Martial Lord reinforcements from Great Xia had arrived.
However, the Qi and blood monitoring lenses on their eyes clearly displayed Chen Feng's Qi and blood value at only 4,500 points.
At the level of a mid-stage Master.
But the technique he was using was truly terrifying.
Sword shadows surged forth like a stormy tsunami.
Even a Martial Lord would be startled.
A Martial Lord cursed:
"Fuck! I was actually scared by him."
"Don't be afraid, everyone. He's not a Martial Lord reinforcement from Great Xia."
"He's just a puny martial arts Master."
"His martial technique just looks scary. The power can't be that great."
"We have a huge advantage in this battle. Let's crush them quickly."
Hearing his words, several others who were initially terrified
immediately felt relieved.
"So he's just a Master. Scared me for a moment."
"Let's join forces, the three of us, and kill this damn kid first."
"Daring to intimidate us, he must learn the price!"
The three stopped pursuing Yang Honghui.
They turned to charge at Chen Feng.
Simultaneously, all three unleashed their martial techniques, intending to break Chen Feng's attack.
In their view, three martial arts Masters against one martial arts Master
should be an easy victory.
Even if the opponent's technique looked intimidating and grand,
it was still ultimately the strength of a Master.
Yang Honghui never expected Chen Feng to arrive at this critical moment.
He knew of Chen Feng's terrifying strength.
Although at the Master level, he could leapfrog and kill Grandmasters.
Yang Honghui had personally witnessed Chen Feng rise from a mere martial apprentice
to the Master level in just over a year.
Even knowing Chen Feng was of mixed Kunlun descendant and Great Xia heritage,
this terrifying speed still felt too dreamlike to him.
The three Masters, in the blink of an eye, made contact with Chen Feng's sword energy tsunami.
Facing the dense swarm of sword shadows, all three broke out in goosebumps.
Even knowing the opponent was a Master like themselves,
seeing such a magnificent martial technique still made them somewhat apprehensive.
One of them, to bolster his courage, roared while striking with his palm.
"Western Continent Ten Thous—"
Before he could finish shouting, the three were instantly swallowed by the sword shadow tsunami, not making even a tiny splash.
Like three small snowflakes hitting the scorching magma erupting from a volcano.
Everyone watching Chen Feng's fight was stunned, their mouths agape.
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