The Dragon-Slaying Hero's Fans Have Grown Up

The Southern Continent.

Inside a café named Safe Zone in a certain shopping mall.

The originally quiet and peaceful café suddenly became lively.

Gu Qianqian, who had been quietly playing the piano, slowly stopped her hands.

She listened to the waves of cheering echoing through the café.

The hero of Great Xia is still alive!

He and his disciple beat the evil Ancient Clan to a pulp.

I heard that with just the cultivation of a Martial Venerable, he defeated two Martial Saints in a row.

Maybe there's still a glimmer of hope for this damned world.

Although he has hostages now, it's still very dangerous. The Ancient Clan has over three hundred and eighty Martial Saints.

...

Gu Qianqian listened with curiosity.

She couldn't see the live television broadcast or the screens of the mobile phones.

Her world was made entirely of sounds.

And the black-and-white souls standing before her.

At this moment, a young man with brown hair, blue eyes, an aquiline nose, and large black-rimmed glasses brought over a cup of coffee.

He was a part-time waiter at the café.

And could be considered Qianqian's colleague.

Qianqian, here's the latte I made for you.

Gu Qianqian smiled and took the coffee.

Thank you, George.

The young man named George didn't leave after setting down the coffee.

Instead, he stared at the blind Qianqian, observing her carefully.

His eyes were filled with curiosity and shyness.

Qianqian, did you know? Our hero is back.

He's an Easterner just like you, the Great Xia hero Chen Feng.

He just defeated two Martial Saints of the Ancient Clan and saved his disciple, Scarface.

The Great Xia hero is really cool. The phantom revealed in his martial arts domain looked just like a god.

...

George tried his best to describe this thrilling event to the beautiful blind girl before him.

Qianqian listened attentively as her good friend described the image of her master, Chen Feng.

She found it quite amusing.

She really liked this friend.

His soul was clean and pure, as snow-white as her master's used to be.

Furthermore, George often came to talk to her.

Telling her about all sorts of things happening in the outside world.

Qianqian asked curiously:

I remember the Great Xia hero Chen Feng was supposed to be your enemy, wasn't he?

Chen Feng once trapped and killed hundreds of thousands of your martial artists in the Kunlun Mountains.

George hurriedly shook his head and said:

At first, Chen Feng was indeed a wanted criminal here, with a very high bounty.

But regarding the Kunlun Mountains incident, it was our people who wanted to destroy Great Xia's dragon vein.

If it were me, I would have protected my country just like Chen Feng did.

Qianqian hadn't expected these people to think this way.

She also understood a truth in her heart; this must be what it means to put oneself in someone else's shoes.

She couldn't help but think of the Ancient Clan.

The Ancient Clan would never do this.

Anyone who did anything detrimental to the Ancient Clan's interests was their sworn enemy.

Even the Qilin was no exception.

Beside her, George was still pouring out his thoughts.

Because Qianqian was one of the few people willing to listen to his long speeches.

The person I admired the most when I was a kid was the Great Xia hero.

I was still in elementary school back then, and all my classmates called Chen Feng the Dragon-Slaying Brave.

It's just a pity that he failed to stop the war, failed to slay the dragon, and was ultimately killed by the evil Ancient Clan. But he remains a hero to the whole world.

Now the world has plunged into chaos, and the evil Ancient Clan is even using our children to feed that evil Eastern dragon.

Just when we need the next hero the most, he has appeared once again.

And tomorrow, the Great Xia hero biopic that Cameron has been filming for five years is finally hitting the theaters.

As a result of the breaking news that the Great Xia hero is still alive, all movie tickets for the next week have been fully booked.

...

Qianqian smiled.

She hadn't realized her master was so popular.

Someone had even made a biographical film specifically for him.

Just then, a voice interrupted the passionately speaking George.

Hey! George, I must remind you.

If you don't get back here, our customers won't be able to drink their coffee, nor will they hear the beautiful music.

George realized he had been away for too long.

He hurriedly said:

Let's talk next time.

He quickly turned around and went back to work.

Qianqian picked up the latte and took a small sip.

The roasted aroma, bitterness, and sweetness appeared all at once.

It was her favorite drink nowadays.

Qianqian hoped that this painful world could be like this cup of coffee, possessing more of that roasted aroma and sweetness.

The beautiful piano playing resumed.

As the notes drifted through the air.

In the mall, a dozen meters away, a thief was quietly reaching out his hand, planning to steal something.

Suddenly, he let out a scream of terror.

He grabbed his wrist in agony.

The hand he had just reached out had bizarrely detached from his wrist and fallen to the ground.

The cut was perfectly smooth.

Amidst his painful wails, the beautiful and melodious piano music echoed in his ears.

Gu Qianqian was like a god, dominating the domain where she resided.

No evil could hide within the sound of her piano.

The Holy Capital.

Gu Yang stared fixedly at Chen Feng.

How did you get out of the White Tiger Abyss?

Chen Feng curled his lips into a smile, showing no intention of hiding anything.

I climbed out.

Gu Yang frowned.

He didn't believe Chen Feng's words at all.

They knew very well the horrors of the White Tiger Abyss.

Even a peak Martial Saint stepping inside would instantly have their vitality drained dry and then be swallowed into the abyss by the Tiger Fiend.

Beside him, Gu Chen also couldn't understand how Chen Feng had made it out alive.

As for climbing out, he considered it absolutely impossible.

After pondering it over, he thought of one possibility.

That was the Qilin.

He remembered that day, after Chen Feng fell into the White Tiger Abyss, the heavily injured Qilin had jumped down after him.

Could it be that the Qilin had rescued Chen Feng at the critical moment?

Otherwise, it simply made no sense.

However, the most important thing right now was not to obsess over how Chen Feng had returned alive.

But rather to figure out a way to save their clansman.

Gu Yang looked at the clansman beside Chen Feng and asked coldly:

What exactly do you want in order to let my clansman go?

Chen Feng said straightforwardly:

It's very simple. You let us go, and I'll let your man go.

At this moment, a young man shouted:

Patriarch! We can't let him go!

We must kill him to comfort the soul of Mr. Bowen in heaven.

Others also echoed:

We absolutely cannot let Chen Feng go!

And his disciple too, we can't let him leave alive either!

Chen Feng listened with a chuckle.

However, his figure suddenly vanished.

Gu Yang shouted loudly:

Oh no! He's trying to escape!

Quick, stop him!

Instantly, over a hundred Martial Saints blocked all the exits of the arena.

For a moment, all the participants in the arena grew tense.

Looking at the Ancient Clan's current posture.

It seemed they had no intention of letting any of them leave.

Yet, to their astonishment, Chen Feng hadn't fled.

It was just that now, Chen Feng was holding two more people in his hands.

They were precisely the two young men who had just threatened to kill him.

The moment he grabbed the two.

He immediately used the Northern Darkness Divine Art, mercilessly devouring their vitality and cultivation bases until nothing was left.