The old woman's words made all the people of the Ancient Clan start sobbing.
At this moment.
They no longer hated Chen Feng.
They no longer hated these outsiders.
They only hated that the Ancient Clan should never have violated their ancestral teachings.
Should never have betrayed the Qilin.
Should never have abandoned their homeland.
"I want to go home, back to the Kunlun Mountains, back to Jade Mountain and Yaochi."
"If heaven gave me another chance, I would never covet the dazzling outside world again."
"I never expected our clan would be reduced to a state where falling leaves cannot return to their roots."
"Who could have imagined that every step we took out of Kunlun was a step toward our destruction."
At this moment.
They deeply missed that peaceful little tribe by Jade Mountain and Yaochi.
Life every day was monotonous yet peaceful.
Free from ambition, free from sorrow.
There was no need to guard against anyone, nor any thought of attacking anyone.
Children could happily play in the mud.
The younger generation worked hard at practicing martial arts, competing to see who was the strongest.
The older generation played chess, chatted, hunted, and drank tea.
Living a leisurely life.
It was a pity that they could never go back.
Looking at the constantly sobbing Ancient Clan members.
Chen Feng could not muster a single ounce of sympathy.
He would never forget the scene when the Ancient Clan allied with Zhang Bowen, using Qianqian as bait to trap and kill the Qilin.
The Ancient Clan's fate today was entirely brought upon themselves.
At this moment, the Flood Dragon no longer cared to pay attention to the Ancient Clan.
Its gaze.
Turned toward Chen Feng and Wang Zun.
It could tell at a glance that these two were the strongest among everyone present.
They must be the leaders of the human race.
"On the first day of every month, before noon, offer me ten pairs of virgin boys and girls."
"If not, the Ancient Clan is your warning."
As soon as it finished speaking.
Bolts of lightning struck down.
All the remaining Ancient Clan members were blasted into flying ash.
Cold sweat broke out on the foreheads of both Chen Feng and Wang Zun.
Everyone at the scene.
Focused their eyes on Chen Feng and Wang Zun.
All waiting for their answer.
But they were also afraid they might give a certain answer.
Although helpless, it would be hard to accept.
At the same time, people all over the world were also staring at the live news broadcast.
Although they knew that Chen Feng and Wang Zun were now acting against their own will.
Life and death were just a thought away.
They still wanted to see what kind of answer Chen Feng and Wang Zun would give.
"I guarantee that the hero of Great Xia will not agree even if he dies."
"If he dares to agree to such a conscience-less demand, how can he be considered a hero of Great Xia?"
"But even if they refuse and die on the spot, the Flood Dragon will still command others, and eventually someone will have to bow down."
"Since twenty children must die anyway, it's better for them to save their own lives."
...
Along with the heated discussions on the internet.
The two, who had been silent for a long time, never responded to the Flood Dragon's words.
Exchanging the lives of twenty children every month to eke out an existence.
Whether it was Chen Feng or Wang Zun, neither of them could ever do it.
The Flood Dragon clearly felt that its majesty had been offended once again.
It opened its mouth in a human-like grin, revealing ferocious, sharp teeth.
"It seems you still do not know how insignificant you are before me."
The Flood Dragon's body writhed.
An unparalleled, tyrannical dragon might was revealed.
A pressure as heavy as physical substance crashed down.
Everyone at the scene instantly went limp.
They all prostrated on the ground, trembling uncontrollably.
Their entire bodies seemed to lack even the strength to lift their heads.
Even Chen Feng and Wang Zun staggered.
And fell straight to the ground.
Chen Feng's body uncontrollably sprouted white scales.
With trembling arms, he propped himself up against the ground.
Forcing himself to stand up.
He would rather die than bow to the Flood Dragon.
Because that was not just a humiliation to himself.
It was a humiliation to the Qilin bloodline within him.
The Dragon Elephant Prajna Technique was pushed to its absolute limit.
The Heavenly Cripple Kick subconsciously operated at full force.
But under the formidable dragon might.
Chen Feng was suppressed so much that he could not even manifest his martial arts phantom.
Only at this moment did he realize.
How naive his previous thought of escaping had been.
The gap between himself and the Flood Dragon.
Was like a mayfly trying to fly out of this universe.
Beside him, Wang Zun fared even worse.
He was trembling all over, trying to control his body to keep from kneeling.
But the dragon might suppressed him so hard that his vital energy could not circulate.
His body eventually, unwillingly, slowly knelt down.
Wang Zun gritted his teeth, his expression ferocious.
Veins bulged all over his body.
He used all his strength to stop his knees from touching the ground.
However, the Flood Dragon revealed a hint of mockery.
Wang Zun's teeth shattered one by one, his eyes turned bloodshot, oozing blood.
But all it earned were two cracking sounds.
The shinbones of both his legs snapped.
His body fell flat in indignation.
Prostrating before the Flood Dragon.
A tremendous sense of humiliation.
Spread in his heart.
It was something even harder for him to accept than death.
"Ah!"
Wang Zun roared in anger, forcing his upper body up with his single arm.
Staring deadly at the Flood Dragon in the sky.
He only had time for one glance.
Before a series of bone-breaking sounds rang out again.
That single arm also twisted and snapped.
First the forearm broke, and Wang Zun still used the stark white bone splinters to prop against the ground.
But soon, his upper arm and shoulder could no longer hold on.
The bones shattered accordingly.
Wang Zun collapsed unwillingly onto the ground.
The people watching the news could not feel the suppression of the dragon might.
But they could see its terrifying degree from Chen Feng and Wang Zun.
"That's a Martial Saint! He can't even stand in front of the Flood Dragon!"
"The gap is too big; they are completely not creatures of the same dimension."
"The hero of Great Xia is still holding on. Keep going, hero of Great Xia!"
"This is not just humiliating them; this is humiliating the entire human race."
"Chen Feng is the last standing knee of our human race. If he kneels, it means our entire human race has prostrated before the Flood Dragon."
...
Everyone couldn't help but clench their fists.
Unwillingly watching the trembling Chen Feng.
Kunlun City.
Wang Zun stared at the live broadcast.
Watching his grandfather shatter his leg bones and crush his teeth, yet still failing to stand up.
His eyes immediately turned red.
He couldn't help but roar in a low voice at the Flood Dragon on the screen:
"I'll let you be arrogant for a while."
"In a moment, when the ancestor Yin Hu gets there."
"He will definitely skin you, pull out your tendons, and eat you alive!"
Jin Youxi was currently staring nervously at Chen Feng on the screen.
Praying continuously in her heart.
"Junior Sister Yin Hu, why haven't you appeared yet."
"Hurry up and save Master!"
...
Facing the Flood Dragon's teasing and humiliation.
Chen Feng could only watch all this in anger, completely powerless.
Because he himself had also reached his limit.
His entire body was wrapped in milky white scales.
A pair of horns symbolizing the Qilin even grew on his head.
The bones all over his body cracked and popped.
The Flood Dragon looked at Chen Feng with great interest.
"The aura of a Qilin!"
"You are the human who helped the Qilin back then!"
"It seems the Qilin gave you its heart-protecting scale."
"Virgin boys and girls don't have as much spiritual energy as you do; you are excellent food."
"However, if you submit to me, I can give you the qualification to be my servant."
Chen Feng gritted his teeth and clenched his fists.
Stubbornly straightening his back, he stared deadly at the Flood Dragon.
Using the most practical action to show his determination.
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