Master Head of the Dragon Soul novel Chapter 427

Fang Zhong, who had been standing behind Chu Feng, stepped out and yelled like a sidekick, "You've gone too far this time, Huang Feihu! Mr. Chu is the Fang family's honored guest. If you still consider yourself a part of the Martial Arts Alliance, you'd better let the hostage go now! Otherwise, Grandfather will hear about this!"

Even though Fang Zhong looked angry, he was actually trembling inside. He had no martial arts skills, and it was obvious why he was fearful when facing a grandmaster. However, he wanted to prove his loyalty to Chu Feng.

Huang Feihu spat and laughed. "So it's you, the little whelp of the Fang family! Hahaha! I admit your grandfather Fang Zhentian might be qualified to compete in an arm-wrestling match with me, but you?"

He charged over and slapped Fang Zhong in the face. "Get out of my face!"

"You!" Fang Zhong's cheek was bleeding. He was furious, but he dared not offend Huang Feihu any further.

Huang Feihu was a martial arts grandmaster and had the favor of the Nonamillennial. If even the president of the Jiangbei region posed no threat to him, who was Fang Zhong to tell him what to do?

"Hahaha, is that all you've got? Do you think your grandfather can help you? What a joke!"

Huang Feihu slapped Fang Zhong again and toppled him. Arrogantly, he pointed at Chu Feng and said, "I'll give you one chance to kneel and apologize to me while I have my way with your woman. I might just be merciful enough to spare your life!"

His chin was lifted high, and he acted like a god looking down upon mortal beings. The platinum emblem on his chest, his unmistakable status symbol, glinted coldly under the moonlight.

The disciples of the Martial Arts Alliance cheered excitedly. They would worship Huang Feihu on the spot.

Chu Feng finished tidying up Tang Sisi's appearance. He calmly turned his head around and said, "Did I say you could speak?"

"What the f*ck… How dare you! You have a death wish!" Huang Feihu roared ferociously. With terrifying force, he threw a punch that could rip the air apart.

That was the Tiger Fist, Huang Feihu's signature move. According to rumors, the Nonamillennial had personally taught him the technique. With the technique, Huang Feihu broke through to the grandmaster level in a mere two years.

The disciples were extremely excited. It was an honor to witness a grandmaster using his signature move!

Chu Feng lifted his right hand and waved it gently.

"Kneel."

Boom!

Huang Feihu's stout body jerked violently and fell to the ground, raising a dust cloud. A human-shaped hole about three inches deep was created on the concrete floor.

"What the…"

The disciples' excitement turned into shock and horror as they watched the scene unfold in disbelief.

"I admit you're much stronger than I am, but what about it? I'm an important figure in the Martial Arts Alliance, and no martial arts practitioner in this country would dare to go against it!"

Huang Feihu glared sternly at Chu Feng. The emblem on his chest glimmered. It was like a symbol of worship that could provide him endless strength.

"No matter how powerful you might be, you're still no match for the Nonamillennial and the eight million disciples he commands! Are you going to risk your life offending him?"

Huang Feihu was standing straight by now. Everyone could hear the pride and confidence in his voice.

Dropping the Nonamillennial's name was like a get-out-of-jail-free card in the martial arts world. No one would dare to go against the leader of the Martial Arts Alliance.

"The Nonamillennial?" Chu Feng narrowed his gaze and rested his hands behind him as though reminiscing about something. "Is that what the eunuch Wei Zhongxian goes by now? He's doing pretty well for himself after my retirement…"

Huang Feihu's eyes widened, and his jaw dropped as though he had heard the most blasphemous statement ever uttered.

The one hundred Martial Arts Alliance disciples went pale and gasped in shock.

How dare he… How dare he utter the Nonamillennial's name?