Master Head of the Dragon Soul

Chapter 855 Insulting The Hero

Chu Feng's simple statement, "They are here to pick me up," immediately caused a commotion.

"What did you say?" Chen Ziyi's face turned pale, showing fear and disbelief.

Zhang Hao and the others felt their legs turn to jelly, standing like disoriented statues in the wind.

Despite the reactions of her group, Chu Feng paid them no attention. With a commanding presence, he stood tall, walking with slow yet steady steps toward the massive crowd of one hundred thousand people.

Clap!

With a precise and elegant military salute, he raised his right arm, triggering an instant uproar among the crowd.

Li Hongtu, leading the group, was the first to shout, "Welcome, Dragon Soul's God of War, triumphant return!"

In unison, the hundred thousand people behind him joined in, echoing the salute and shouting, "Welcome, Dragon Soul's God of War, triumphant return!"

The thunderous sound reverberated, shaking the very foundations of the surroundings and creating a palpable sensation.

All eyes were fervently fixed on Chu Feng, treating him as the ultimate authority, generating a shockwave that felt almost ethereal.

Boom!

Amidst the jubilation, Chen Ziyi and the others felt as if their heads were about to explode. Terror gripped them, their limbs and bones turning cold, as if trapped in an icy cavern. Their minds raced with questions.

The Dragon Soul's God of War? The man who had swept through Xi Xia's one hundred thousand iron cavalry, defeated the God of War of the Six Nations, Jiang Wanjun, and expanded Donghua's territory by two hundred thousand miles? The bearer of five stars, the one who turned the tide for the Donghua army and stood out as a national hero, revered by billions of Donghua citizens?

It was inconceivable that this legendary figure was none other than the seemingly unassuming Chu Feng standing before them. The reality left her and the others in a state of disbelief.

In that moment of revelation, Chen Ziyi finally grasped the reason behind Chu Feng's seemingly unconventional actions—why he had brought over thirty cremation urns on the plane and even bought the seats specifically for them. This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org: ©.

His confidence, his apparent disregard for the esteemed Martial Arts Alliance, the Nonamillennial, and his unwavering composure in the face of their encirclement became clear. It was because he was the Dragon Soul's God of War, the existence that commanded dominion over everything.

With a resounding thud, members of the Martial Arts Alliance crumbled to the ground one after another. They were overwhelmed by fear and unable to withstand the immense pressure and aura emanating from Chu Feng. Their faces blanched, legs quivered, and bodies shook uncontrollably.

A casual wave of Chu Feng's hand silenced the once cheering crowd of one hundred thousand. The only sound that remained was the rustling of leaves in the wind. The level of control and influence he exerted was nothing short of terrifying.

At that moment, Chen Ziyi was on the verge of tears.

"Dragon Lord, how should we address those who insulted the souls of the martyrs and undermined the military you represent?"

At this critical moment, a military officer of major general rank stepped forward. He saluted with respect and cast an intimidating gaze upon the woman and her group.

In an instant, the gazes of the entire audience sharpened, fixating on Chen Ziyi. She felt an overwhelming sense of torment, as if being torn apart by a thousand knives.

The soldiers who had sacrificed their lives defending their homeland were now being insulted by these individuals. It was unbearable.

With a resounding thud, she was overwhelmed with fear and kneeled on the ground, begging for forgiveness. "Sob, I was wrong. I apologize. I shouldn't have insulted these heroes or offended the Dragon Lord. Please spare me--"

Zhang Hao and the rest of the Martial Arts Alliance also kneeled on the ground. They repeatedly banged their heads until their heads were nearly bleeding.

In the face of warriors with a menacing aura and a united front of a hundred thousand compatriots, their meager status as top figures in the entertainment industry crumbled.

At this moment, they were all scared out of their minds, their sense of being top figures in the entertainment industry utterly shattered.

Forget about being the "Queen of the Film and Television Industry," or part of the "Martial Arts Alliance," or even the "Nonamillennial's Woman." In the presence of these fierce warriors with a threatening aura and a hundred thousand compatriots united against a common enemy, their meager status was downright insignificant. Even a wave of the hand could wipe them out!